

My SanctuaryMy sanctuary. Where darkness blends into light creating a soft soothing grey. Where pain and hunger don't exist and love is always waiting.My Sanctuary
My sanctuary. Where I can be me instead of what they want me to be. Where I walk on my own two feet instead of being a puppet with 50 million masters.
My sanctuary. It is not a place or a who but both. It is intangebile for those who do not know.
My sanctuary. The place for me when the outside is raging drama. The place I hide my fragile heart.


The BattlefieldI'm standing on a precipice,The Battlefield
looking down into the abyss.
Tears falling down my face, pain and sadness begin their race.
Gale winds blow with increasing speed,
my body weakening my mind longing to be free. My feet begin to slip, as hands below make me take that never-ending trip.
Suddenly a hand grabs mine, holding strong like twine.
Body dangling fear inside,
demons threaten to always reside.
Light above shines bright and true, warming softly through and through.
Pulled from above and below,
feet immersed in darkness he


UntitledShe stood upon the parapet of the mighty castle overlooking the wide expanse of water. A storm was brewing off in the distance that promised much rain for her people's crops. For now the sea was calm, unlike the racing of her heart. The Seer had spoken of a fierce battle near her home, of much pain and death. Her father refused to believe the Seer and for that she was afraid for the people she knew and loved. They would be unprepared for the coming battle and most, if not all, would die. Only she would survive because she believed in the old ways and knew the power the Seer held. &nbUntitled
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vivi con passione~ridi di cuore~ama profondamente
~LyricalPoets
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"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting..HOLY @#$%!! What a RIDE!!"
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"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting..HOLY @#$%!! What a RIDE!!"
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"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting..HOLY @#$%!! What a RIDE!!"
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I used to beleive in Jesus Christ, but i also used to beleive in Santa Clause.
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"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting..HOLY @#$%!! What a RIDE!!"
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I used to beleive in Jesus Christ, but i also used to beleive in Santa Clause.
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I used to beleive in Jesus Christ, but i also used to beleive in Santa Clause.
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