I Will Not BowI won't give upI Will Not Bow by bruisedsoul1
I refuse to give in
I won't play your games
I will fight you
I may be alone
But I will resist you like an army.
So go ahead,
Say what you want,
Do what you like,
You can't hold me down any longer
Cause you will NEVER control me
I WILL be your downfall
I WILL survive
and you WILL drown.
A Sister's LoveA Sister's love is hard to describe.A Sister's Love by bruisedsoul1
How can I even start to put into words something so complicatingly simple?
We both love each other,
And yet find ourselves at each other's throats once again.
We're our best friends
And our worst enemies.
We know all about each other,
At the same time we are constantly learning new things.
Compatible in every way,
We are so very different.
A sister's love runs true and deep,
We are stronger together then apart,
And I hope my sister knows that.
We are forever a part of each other's lives,
I love my little sister.
This One is For YouI look out my window, the full moon shined brightly on my lawn, lighting up all the shadows and revealing nothing more than bushes and trees. It was getting into late October, and the bare limbs on the trees looked more like curled fingers on hands than any- Wait. Was that a hand? I swear that limb just waved at me. I keep my windw firmly closed, but the limb really looked like it was waving. Maybe it's my imagination, it is quite windy tonight, that's got to be it...but wait, it's not moving like the other branches. It's slower, more concise about when it moves. I try to look at it closer but my window is still closed. I open it slowly; it makes a small click as I unlock it. When at last it's open, I peer out once again. The hand is still now. Was it my imagination? Too many horror films I guess. I close my window tightly and lock it once again. I fall back on my bed and look at my ceiling, the shadows of the branches stretching across like dark arms. I notice one of the shadows is moThis One is For You by bruisedsoul1
The Grim ReaperShe walks, a smile light on her otherwise emotionless face. Her red eyes peirce the night; determined and sure of her destination. Her grey coat sways with the cold breeze, making her black dress underneath brush aganist her legs. Her scythe also sways as she walks, making a constant beat aganist her back. She tugs lightly at the small red ribbon tied around her neck, not because it is tight, it had become a good luck charm to her. Walking slow and sure, she has no need for rushing; like always she will cherish the night around her; because she will never see this night again. Soon enough her destination reaches her sight, she closes in on the mortals around her. They can not see her, though sometimes she wishes they could, she knows it best they can not. But now her focus is on the man before her. He jumped from the top of his building, and is now looking down at himself regretting that very decision. She places her hand on his shoulder; when the man turns around fear isThe Grim Reaper by bruisedsoul1
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