

everyday battleI can't fight without you, Or maybe I just don't want to. I can pretend I still stand stong But the bravado won't last long When the enemy looks to see It's all of them versus one of me. I'm too weak to hold my own When I'm out on that battlefield alone And the bullets sting so much more When I haven't got you to hold on for. I reach out for heaven's light... Without you I cannot fight.everyday battle


The LeafIt takes strength to stand still through wind and change, but it takes even more strength to accept them both calmly as facts of life.The Leaf
That's why, whenever I look up at an ancient tree, tall, and majestic, I still feel that its leaves are stronger, living for only a set period of time, each turning their shade of autumn at Nature's appointed time, and then each peacefully falling off when the strong winds cause them to do so, in the same direction that the winds guides them.
A sign of having attained great spiritual strength and enlightenment, is finding peace in the m


Quarter Life CrisisWhere have I been for these past twenty-three years? Where has a little over a fourth of my life expectancy gone off too? It has passed by like a speeding bullet, faster than the blink of an eye, quicker than the speed of sound, yet I surely am not a superhero, and these photo albums are anything but comic books. My youth, now a rotten apple beneath the tree of life-- I have grown so quickly.Quarter Life Crisis


WeatheredA shaking finger can still point to the truth, and sweaty palms can still briefly hold it, but the only hands that can be trustedWeathered
to hold it up high are those that have been weathered by the world.


SerpentineFull of glorious lust and envy, she set out to destroy. Charming the fool so discreetly, turning him into her toy.Serpentine
Slowly, Slowly she tightened around him.
Draining colour from his face and breath from his lungs.
His body, strong and defient went limp and meak. She heard his heartbeat, fading and ending.
It was not the first life she took nor will it be the last,
but it was the first time she... felt pity behind her emerald eyes.
| Hi (: I'm Morgan. There isn't much I can really say about myself, other than I like to write and that's why I'm here (: I'm pretty convinced by the talent I've seen on here that my writing is rubbish, but please read it anyway. And comment! Try not to be too harsh, but constructive criticism is ok! (: Peace & Love! xxx |
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Shut up and god damned kiss me... idiot.
For i shall be forever known as the obssessive possessive chick.
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Art never comes from happiness.
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Free hugs!
I live for the nights I can't remember with the people I'll never forget!
Art never comes from happiness.
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