Let the stars dance around in your dreams, sing their songs and give you pleasent nightmare to remeber them by. Because stars, well their not pleasent at all, but demons in disquise. Pleasent dreams little one, and let the preasents of the moonlight guide your path though the dream weavers world of wonder and mishcife.
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But what are nightmares but dreams we do not accept? If we do accept the lucid part of our fears we can become closer to our true self. no?
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Fear then, I would imagen, has a whole new meaning to you. Not something to fear, but something to live by. Soemthing to hold close to your heart and pray you can only find that much more. For that saying that is well known acroos the world, what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. The same goes for fear. For what can no longer scare you, brings you that much closer to eternal live and prosparity. At least in my opinon.
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Or to live to try and find the darker fears residing within your heart. Becuse to me even if the heart is pure, the shadow it casts is twice as dark.
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But then one waits until the light shows from within them. To save them, but when it doesn't show in their time of need. Then panick enters the room. Filling the air with its sweet aroma and thick clouds if deseat. The light hides within the deep caverns of a person's mind, hiding from the growing darkness all around it. For when the darkness comes a walk'n, the light runs and hides. Afraid of its purity becomeing tanted from the sinnful ways of the shadows.
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But the Darkness thrives for light. It resembles a crule one sided love that can never happen. The light that constantly runs, and the shadow that quietly follows. The only sad thing is that in most cases we humans follow this reckless pattern, reliving history without even realizing that the spiral is the true shape of love.
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Many a time has a body ask what love really is. Its meaning truly lost diring times unraveling. Though the light continuily whispers it in your hear. You are deafened by the darkness and blinded by the shadows. Only thoses who can see though the film over their eyes, and hear though their black watered filled ears will they even find some of it for their own. For love will be found in the most likely places, making it all that much harder to find. For the light wishes for you to find true love, the kind that makes the heart stop breating with the over welming power of it. While the darkness only wishes for the evilness of the word to thrive in the body and soul.
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But what if the darkness is all that you know? What if you cannot find a way out? As a wise man once said if you cannot escape you might as well go deeper into the abyss. So is the darkness really so cruel? When will we ever know? The only way to know is to walk further in. Where your senses start to leave you one by one. Then will we truly understand the darkness? Or find true light?
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The darkness is within us all. We all follow its path with the light following close behind us. Trying to be sure that we don't stub out toes in teh prosses of walking. Yes turly, we do walk deeper and deeper without even noticing that we've moved. Yet, each time we fall, its the light we call on to help us get back onto our feet.
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But why must we be the twilight between the darkness and light? If we walk towards the darkness and fall the light will pick us up. But if we are blinded by the light the darkness is there to dull pain in our eyes. The twilight, cannot be us. We cannot be the twilight. For if we are then we are not people but the the object to blend darkness and light.
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Ah, dear twilight. The warm blanket that covers us all and tried to help up but only confuses up more because of its difference from light and dark. Its deciving eyes that lock with our own adn crooning us sweet sweet melodys of peace after death. And tellign us horros of life in the now. -gah, not the best >< -
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But will the twilight stay? If we are here why dosen't the twilight stay? Maybe, we like the twilight can only stay inbetween for a breif moment. Maybe, we cause the twilight to never last... Maybe we are the ones distorting the light and dark. Are we the cause of our pain and misery?
-lol you don't need to worry about perfection, just as long as it holds meaning I will be happy.-
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Pain is only an emotion. Emotions are only metal. A perosn doesn't have to feel pain if they dont want to. So in a way, everyone on earth is a masicis, for pain, reminds them that they are still alive. For they think that when they feel no more, they are death. And death, is frightening to most beings.
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Yet death is only as cold as the metal you call emotion. If you can use your emotions to not be so cold... could you not cause death to not be so painful? so fearful? But would that mean you are casting aside your feelings that you currently own for another set of emotions? Is the truth of the matter that we must keep changing our ideals that is our feelings?
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Feelings alone is an art requiering the most honed of skills. Hardly anyone on earth ever feels any more. Only thinking they can feel to get though the day and believe that they feel because they knew they should. But deep down they know they don't. They just don't listen to the voices that whisper in their ears. But we should.
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And if that voice is wrong what then? Is it a sign that we as humans fall under our own selfish desires then? Dose it prove how sad we are as a species? We can't even save ourselfs from the infinate turmoil that is happening amoungst our population. In the end we can't even save ourselfs from time's demise.
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We can't save ourself regardless. Sure we are all in the line of fire each and every day. No matter how one feels a days end. We are still in trouble. Trouble is in the air, we breath it, we feel it as it moves around us in irrastional ways, and we tasted it when we open our mouth to speak. Its not something we escape from. Just something we live though in out every day pointless lives that drag on until one of us desised to end it all. -not to poetic, but, i'm sleepy ><-
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-I'm just doing a quicky here and there. I'm getting on later though so don't fret-
Till we see this we cannot understand what angels are, and what demons are. We live under the shroud. So when can we all live without this shroud? -I wanted to set a new topic...-
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But what are Angels? What are Demons? What are the shape shifters that invade our every day lifes only to try to help us in the only ways they know how. Angels, Demons. Enimies. Only the Fallen know of both worlds.
-I don't mind-
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But these Angels and Demons you speak of, they have never helped us for our benifit. but thier own. So they can watch us live under their conditions. Their ideals. Nothing that they have done so far has helped us. And the Fallen are the ones that have lost their ways from the Angel and Demons no?
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-Just have to get this one out here quickly-
Frustration. A poison eating away at me like a burning flame, swallowed because of the wrong I never commited. Dizzy, faint, falling, pain. Everything that frustration alone can cause in hmy heart. Makeing me sick, physically and emotionaly. When will it end? When will the monster rest and never return to currupt this world that was full of peace and joy before the beast was awaken? When it does fall and die, it will be a happy day. When it does, I will be at peace.
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-my turn then...-
Sorrow. The melody of the gods. The constant frame of mind that causes many to change their ideals, their ways. There state of being. In a sense sorrow is more of painting that was never finished but could never be started again. It is the hollow feeling in our chest that aches and causes us to gasp in a way we never knew, and feel a pain that we should have never felt. It was and forever shall be our lesson, that sorrow is the thing that brings us back to reality. Its the thing that makes us, us.
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Being yourself. Now thats a dangerous skill. But more of a curse when your a people pleaser. Being a people pleaser is an evil teacher. Letting people walk all over you because you don't like to see the fighting. The pain, even words hurt now a-days. It only hurts worse though, when a peaceful person tried to fight back, butcause then they only let the anger get a hold of them. Anger, another thing most dangerous. Something that covers your body mind a soul when they have a good grasp on us. Grazing over up like a toung of the flame, burning us in the process. Spreading like a wild fire. Destrying everything that it touches souly for the meire pleasure of seeing the pain in the hearts of the ones affected by it and the one who it called its host.
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Yet if only there were more peacemakers then maybe, just maybe the world would crumble a bit faster than it is right now... And then we can understand that the only ones that should have stopped were the ones hurting the ones trying to keep the peace.