Flipping the pages .
In novel of our lives .
A series of drama and romance .
In a ballot dance
And we are the stars in this Broadway play
We experiences and fully direct our lives.
Bloody Mary bathing in her victims blood .
Washing and scrubbing for perfect youth .
Perfectly drinking the blood like wine .
With bread and cheese .
Doing what she please.
Murdering virgins with ease .
Obsessed with immortality
Losses her mortality
Values and beliefs
Full of rage
Or exorcism can cure her
She's 100 percent evil occur
Walking in the night with an knife
Ready to take a virgins life
Ready soak up the blood with dinner
There no stoping bloody Mary once summoned
So don't take the chance
Or you will be her next victim
I'm thinking of making some Native American fry bread with stuffed peppers.
Oh my Countess Ann Marie .
Thank you for being with me .
You set me free.
By giving me immortality.
A different version of alternative reality .
I can soar with all the vampyres
I can have anything my heart desires
Have several admires
Oh my countess Ann Marie
Vampyre melody in her soul.
Like a cobra in a dance .
Looking for erotic romance .
caressing every part of her hair
Naked and bare
Touched sensually and amused
Kissing her spirit and making love to her self esteem
Alligator: I just want to be king again .
Among my kin. To be able to swim without fear and defeat .
Just to lay in the heat.
Without a worry without being harassed.
Hygena: You should asked.
About why your just a failure to your own kind.
So get behind
Me and swim far away
I'm feared among the Kings
Alligator: You don't pull the strings. I can swim here and there and everywhere.
I admit I suffered from depression and I guess in your world, that makes me weak.
Some days I guess I'm on the break
And don't want to exist
But now, I been getting help with my therapist,
Hygena: oh really, your so silly.
Alligator: seriously, I will raise again and be the main predator of the Nile.
And no I'm not in denial.
Hygena: I will just sit, awhile you try to prove it.
Narrator: The alligator's cry echoed through the jungle, capturing the attention of every animal. Even the mighty lion was moved by its powerful sound.
Hygena: Wow! I can feel your pain. Even the tears fall down the lion's Main. I'm sorry for every bullying you
Alligator: I hope what your saying is true. I'm not perfect, I have my days where I feel low. But there something you should know. My emotions is want keep me strong.
Hygena : your right my friend. I will go and let you be king.
Narrator: Depression and mental disorders do not make individuals weak; on the contrary, they can make them stronger
Everyone on here, are talented and beautiful individuals. Keep posting.
A Werewolf wants to be loved .
Not feared nor rejected .
Just hugged instead of silver bullets.
Goddess Lilith .
I come to you on my knee .
With complete submission, so mote be .
Great mother I love you .
Hoping too .
That you hear me in the darkest of times.
With great color within the lines
Is your perfection and beauty reflected off the darkness of the midnight sky
When times goes bye
I will still worship you my queen my Goddess
Moving in the shadows of the great abyss .
Making the blood addiction his .
Facing the world alone .
His practices of magick seem out of zone .
For it's been ages, Sense he last feed
His brain like the walking dead
The blood lust in his veins
Like hunger pains
Life is hard and lonely for the vampyre.
His fear of the boogyman .
Really is his own reflection .
Revengeful spirits howling in the moonlight
Full of mischief, for tonight
Sending goosebumps between your hairs
And Racing your heart beat
And sweeping you off your feet
Pulling pranks on you
And You know in a strange way it's funny too.
They love a reaction when your frighten
Make their energy heighten.
So hide under your covers
Cause tonight is theirs.
Thinking of elimating meat, and bread out of my diet. I need to be more healthier..
What the hell can I do with this dead body in my basement ?
So many entrails, so much dirt,dust and lint.
So much blood on the floor
Splattered on the door
Oh my God, what a mess I have to clean
Awww! Jesus, what horrifying scene
Made a pact with the redwoods wolf clan .
Traveling through mother nature scene
Of waterfalls and a peaceful stream, She vows her loyalty to the alpha queen.
Coming and going
Her heart for the clan ever grows
Like a wind that blows
Through the trees flowers and flows
A Beautiful and powerful Embrace
In the clan with
Submission but with freedom
Down syndrome is just a label
That was written by man on a table
Considering them to be disable
But we know they are determined and able
To succeed in many things
Their queens and kings
Princess and princes with ballot strings
Through the beauty of life
Barbie bitches rolling in their Mercedes
Get all the nice blings
By pulling on the nice guys strings
Dresses heals and suits
Open up their lips
Shaking their hips
Awhile the world caters to them
Long ago, witches were healers .
Herbists, business owner and jewelry dealers .
Respected and followed through the community .
Their magick was about positive unity .
Female empowerment and self esteem .
Across the sand .
And Over the blue horizontal is wonderland .
Full of imagination and full of surprises .
Where two sunsets rises .
And Time doesn't exist .
Among the fog and mist .
You can see the mad hatter.
And is ever growing ladder .
Reaching the stars .
Galaxy and a tea party in mars .
Where Mushrooms and red tulips grows.
And when the winds blows
The queen is ever so tempered
And the rabbit whimpered
Through the insanity and madness
Colored lines and darkness
With all the whistles and bells, everything just appears
And in light of second disappears.
So buckle up and enjoy the ride
My friend, your death haunts my dream
And each time I scream
Pain wrapped in my heart
When, You tore me apart
With your overdose of pills
Some say time heals
Unfortunately, for this situation it doesn't
My soul is broken into
Cause of you
And your choice to die
Everyday is a battle, I just want break down to cry.
It's affects me everyday
When your on my mind
I love you
But it's too late
In their oh jolly riots
Fire smoke and cannons fire
Treasures and earthly desire
All in their gluten bellies
Roar of laughter from their lips
Has they shake their hips
In the heart of mankind
A poet is an artists of word expression.
In the night, you can hear the hell hounds
Roaming through the towns
Looking for souls to devour
For the night is their hour
To hunt and play
she's thankful for the pain she endured.
Thankful for each fall .
for she can raise above it all.
Silent tears from the little girls eyes.
Has the rumors spread like flies .
Taunting her spirit .
Has she tries not to hear it .
The agony in the gossiping words .
On Twitter on Instagram on Facebook.
Dignity and self respect they took.
Like wolves devouring their prey .
Her heart never heals.
For she shallowed a bottle pills.
No time to grow up, no more .dreams and hopes .
Now her family has to cope.
Dial 988 for help, there are people who will listen.
You are an art piece ,that shimmers and shines
Through the colored lines.
Simply ending it causes tears in the eyes of those, who care about you. It's a situation that can't be undone ,it's a broken heart that can't be repaired.
Through the trauma, She raises above it all, like a Phoenix in the sky.
Shinning with beauty like the stars up high.
With a soul of a survivor ,facing decades
Of broken memories, that come and go and fades,
Rapidly like a tidal waves, of emotionals each day.
In her warrior heart, she knows she will be okay.
Even if it is an extra mile.
she will endure and face tomorrow with a smile
Clouds, our little stalkers.
Following our ever movement and emotions.
Hells a great place.
For a barbecue.
And I'm delighted
That Your all invited.
Ribs and potato salad.
And an 80's balled.
And apple pie
So take a seat.
Pull up your feet.
Enjoy the fire.
Magick is the science and art of causing change to occur in conformity with will.
Shadows embrace the night
By dancing silently in the moonlight.
Some days your soul is a winter storm and you need umbrella just to keep sane. That's what depression feels like.
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