Poem #43: Something
Fates understand it in vain; the guilt that's in me i sadly doubt thee i know i want to cry; i need to escape this horrible rape i feel the want to die; yet joy which exists the love that persists shall fight against the strife
Reminded of Memories
Warmth of living, you cannot break, what was already broken, for i was shattered, 'ere your name i'd spoken, i was as sand, ground to dust, i was as iron, turned to rust, but the fire, the flame of life, has called me back, despite my strife
Red Moon: Chapter 15
Just like how the public was ignorant of their existence along with the existence of the werewolves, much of the inquisition was unaware of the internal strife that was occurring right under their very noses.
Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 8
Horror at the realization that those faces really were the faces of her mother's gods, and not only did they have no compassion for her strife, they found it _amusing_.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 31
All those years he trained his body to become a warrior, all the times his father made him wear those bracers of thorns, all the fighting, all the pain, all the strife, it was for moments like this, to grab hold of the moment that would finally fill him up
It's Never too Late
Look around at everyone sin is free and strife is loose hanging freedom by a noose can't you hear justice calling? can't you see the earth is falling? can't you feel that truth is dead? where are you being led?
Cards
Classroom with ease, the other feels stress and pain without a breeze, the bets go around until a victor is found, let the next hand begin, and we shall see who wins, to one goes a loving wife, to the other a cheater and strife
Blinded By The Past: Epilogue
Behind them i could still see the rage i held for my family, the bs i went through from the homeless center, and the anxiety and strife that had plagued me each and every day since that shitty incident with my parents.
Poem #61: Dance with the Music
Music_ time is slowing and without knowing i fall into the sound enrapturing movement room for improvement look at what i've found so much beauty in the night i have lost my sense of right listen to the sounds of time fear all the pain and strife
Why
The mist thickens as thieve of life; war, hunger and strife begin tearing the world apart. the world is dead; a spear, a head to what end shall this suffer? many have tried and many have died.
Beautiful Scars
Just makes you feel like shit every moment as you look them in the eye with a practiced fake smile and a smooth worn lie and they know that they are winning, controlling your life while you sit there trying to be perfect while dealing with all your strife
The Round Trip
You began this strife. have mercy on me: find a knife." - - -