a brocken angel, fallen far
with wings half there, it's gone to far
where does it stop, where does it end
...with no-one left, no-one who care's
her heart is left, on the ground
red on the wall, never to be found
all dried up, with nothing left
hope it seems is lost, none is left
the key remains, far away
thrown into the darkness, and gone astray
her path is not clear, not there at all
yet someone will care, and break her fall
so it seems, she waits alone
in a cold shallow bed, and nothing of her own
her prince will arive, but not soon enough
for this once whole being, is nothing but tough
the walls will break down, and soon she will see
that life is worth living, and love is the key
written by: ashley smith
21/11/2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
With Her!
she is a dream this very thing, that keeps me alive
to last another minute in this world till my very demise
her looks and walk, smile and skin
...
these things that are admired
yet look a little deeper and you'll find yourself inspired
to see this girl and not compare is wise to say the least
for many sunsets and moons will come, but with her you'll never tire
the grass is green and sun is bright and the world is saying hello
yet nothing come's close to the thing that make's her shine and glow
now hold her close, and don't let go of what you've found within her
for if you take advantage you will loose and you will miss herSee More
November 15 at 12:20am
to last another minute in this world till my very demise
her looks and walk, smile and skin
...
these things that are admired
yet look a little deeper and you'll find yourself inspired
to see this girl and not compare is wise to say the least
for many sunsets and moons will come, but with her you'll never tire
the grass is green and sun is bright and the world is saying hello
yet nothing come's close to the thing that make's her shine and glow
now hold her close, and don't let go of what you've found within her
for if you take advantage you will loose and you will miss herSee More
November 15 at 12:20am
Mind/Body/Soul
with every strip that they take from my mind, body and soul, another one grows in it's place stronger and faster, the further they drag me down and the harder i fall, the more determaned and the higher i'll climb, i do not stop, i do not give in and do not take take prisoners, so get out of my bloody way, I'M COMING THROUGH!
STRONG 21/10/2010
the pain, the glory, the silence between
where has my faith gone, is this but a dream
a nightmare at best, the horror is there
these people surround me, yet how many care
to witness a sin, the worst of them all
...to not see it coming, this horror and gore
the blood has been shed, and tears that have followed
yet who is to blame, for this endless sorrow
they take from me, wich is mine to keep
my heart, my soul, is nothing sacred
they can do as they like, take what they want
at the end of the day, i'll still stand and fight
with every shred they take, is another rebuilt
stronger and faster, and more well equipt
so the more damage done, is more to repair
but who is at loss, when i still stand there
stronger than most, i shouldn't have to be
without pain and some loss, there is no victory
the fighting won't stop, it cannot win
for this is my life, not thiers to begin
with choice's i make and things that i do
will i ever be right, or is that up to you
with every failure, is a life leason learnt
for i do not quiver nor shake, no matter how burnt
so when i'm standing strong, and your still alone
who has then failed, for i am my own
i do not need to change, to better myself
i am not near perfect, but a good man at heart
so as i say again, do as you like
cause every strand more, is a tougher alike
where has my faith gone, is this but a dream
a nightmare at best, the horror is there
these people surround me, yet how many care
to witness a sin, the worst of them all
...to not see it coming, this horror and gore
the blood has been shed, and tears that have followed
yet who is to blame, for this endless sorrow
they take from me, wich is mine to keep
my heart, my soul, is nothing sacred
they can do as they like, take what they want
at the end of the day, i'll still stand and fight
with every shred they take, is another rebuilt
stronger and faster, and more well equipt
so the more damage done, is more to repair
but who is at loss, when i still stand there
stronger than most, i shouldn't have to be
without pain and some loss, there is no victory
the fighting won't stop, it cannot win
for this is my life, not thiers to begin
with choice's i make and things that i do
will i ever be right, or is that up to you
with every failure, is a life leason learnt
for i do not quiver nor shake, no matter how burnt
so when i'm standing strong, and your still alone
who has then failed, for i am my own
i do not need to change, to better myself
i am not near perfect, but a good man at heart
so as i say again, do as you like
cause every strand more, is a tougher alike
Her!
Her!
Every day I see much more, than the day before
Her fraguint smile, her soft felt skin
Who could ask for more?
...Her eyes light up like the sun itself, to show the light within
To have her held in my arms is this wish such a sin
For one to come to reality, to see the hurt begin
Or forever more of the touch, with this love we shall win
A gamble is a lover’s risk, in which I shall pursue
For greater loss, is one not found?
This beauty in my view
Written by: Ashley Smith 1/10/2010
Every day I see much more, than the day before
Her fraguint smile, her soft felt skin
Who could ask for more?
...Her eyes light up like the sun itself, to show the light within
To have her held in my arms is this wish such a sin
For one to come to reality, to see the hurt begin
Or forever more of the touch, with this love we shall win
A gamble is a lover’s risk, in which I shall pursue
For greater loss, is one not found?
This beauty in my view
Written by: Ashley Smith 1/10/2010
Our True Form
Breathing out the darkness and fear of insanity
For all whom shall speak, will be screams falling on deaf ears
Fire fills the lungs of the weak, as only the strong shall be bound worthy
As the souls of the hungry ruinite with their inner being... of death
Destruction shall fall to all of which oppose the new law
Dark shall prevail in the minds of all, as the ruler shows his true form
With doubt and fear they all shall fall
As the new world emerges from its light being, into the depths of hell itself
Desire and passion, greed and thirst of power will control
As everything around seems lost and failed they come to realise
Its true form is the very essence of what we began!
Human nature at its final point of recognition, so it shall be the darkness within us!
Our true form!
By: Ashley C Smith 20-09-2010
For all whom shall speak, will be screams falling on deaf ears
Fire fills the lungs of the weak, as only the strong shall be bound worthy
As the souls of the hungry ruinite with their inner being... of death
Destruction shall fall to all of which oppose the new law
Dark shall prevail in the minds of all, as the ruler shows his true form
With doubt and fear they all shall fall
As the new world emerges from its light being, into the depths of hell itself
Desire and passion, greed and thirst of power will control
As everything around seems lost and failed they come to realise
Its true form is the very essence of what we began!
Human nature at its final point of recognition, so it shall be the darkness within us!
Our true form!
By: Ashley C Smith 20-09-2010
A HELPLESS MAN AND THE MISTRESS OF THE NIGHT!
Illusions of a once thought lost, clarity as dark as the fearce and raging thunderstorms that posses one’s mind
For once one has seen the ever so changing ways of a grace with a blackened rose, they cannot return
The dark place that consume’......s the mind of the weak and strong alike, such eligance and might, such passion and love, all a simple trick of the eye
Smoke and mirrors elude the mightiest of men, but shall not pass him twice
For once seen the illusion for what it truly is, one can never return
Heartbrocken and weak, barely able to stand the daily tourments of life as it isYet still standing alike, strong and proud
For this simple trick has a twin, an eye for an eye, a wimb for a wimb
With the possesion of such wisdom come’s to pass, the dark poisin has touched his lips, there is no turning backWithin hollow grounds and empty promise he rise’s from the depths
Only to find exactly for what he was looking for, with no surprise he falls once more
With nothing left but pride and shame, he allows nothing more than a small tear to leave his eye
For all that is lost, there is much more to give
So there he sit’s, hand in hand with the blackened rose that once caught his grasp
He ponders, wondering of such a day where the sun will rise more bright than ever before and the grass and flowers sway in the wind, whispering hope to all
Yet there is sin.A young mistress passes his way, only to stopAs any of the life and cruetly of the world of a brocken soul will count, this is not blessing but pity she must take
Yet non she give’s
This mistress of the night, see’s, herself through the trick
As another tear gracefully and unexpectidly leave’s his eye, she see’s
She see’s him not as the fool that has sercum to his own demise and misery
Yet as man brocken down by the ways of a fancy pearl that was never his to begin with
For in that moment, there was such a light
As the tear leaves his chin, and lightly corrsess against the soft edges of the rose
It shows it’s true formFor all he did in his past way, he was not of the race of the blackened soul
As the drop make’s it’s way down the rose, it take’s with it the baring of pain and suffering
For a once tortured soul to find light and buety in his bearing
As the blackened shadow withere’s away to never more, it show’s
With petals so bright it warms the heart and speaks to the sou
lFor once it came, to be, once again
A helpless soul and the kind warm hearted love of the mistress of the night!
by Ashley Charles Smith 6/09/2010 2:16AM
For once one has seen the ever so changing ways of a grace with a blackened rose, they cannot return
The dark place that consume’......s the mind of the weak and strong alike, such eligance and might, such passion and love, all a simple trick of the eye
Smoke and mirrors elude the mightiest of men, but shall not pass him twice
For once seen the illusion for what it truly is, one can never return
Heartbrocken and weak, barely able to stand the daily tourments of life as it isYet still standing alike, strong and proud
For this simple trick has a twin, an eye for an eye, a wimb for a wimb
With the possesion of such wisdom come’s to pass, the dark poisin has touched his lips, there is no turning backWithin hollow grounds and empty promise he rise’s from the depths
Only to find exactly for what he was looking for, with no surprise he falls once more
With nothing left but pride and shame, he allows nothing more than a small tear to leave his eye
For all that is lost, there is much more to give
So there he sit’s, hand in hand with the blackened rose that once caught his grasp
He ponders, wondering of such a day where the sun will rise more bright than ever before and the grass and flowers sway in the wind, whispering hope to all
Yet there is sin.A young mistress passes his way, only to stopAs any of the life and cruetly of the world of a brocken soul will count, this is not blessing but pity she must take
Yet non she give’s
This mistress of the night, see’s, herself through the trick
As another tear gracefully and unexpectidly leave’s his eye, she see’s
She see’s him not as the fool that has sercum to his own demise and misery
Yet as man brocken down by the ways of a fancy pearl that was never his to begin with
For in that moment, there was such a light
As the tear leaves his chin, and lightly corrsess against the soft edges of the rose
It shows it’s true formFor all he did in his past way, he was not of the race of the blackened soul
As the drop make’s it’s way down the rose, it take’s with it the baring of pain and suffering
For a once tortured soul to find light and buety in his bearing
As the blackened shadow withere’s away to never more, it show’s
With petals so bright it warms the heart and speaks to the sou
lFor once it came, to be, once again
A helpless soul and the kind warm hearted love of the mistress of the night!
by Ashley Charles Smith 6/09/2010 2:16AM
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