The voices talk to me while I sleep,
They tell me all the horrible things,
They tell me while my sleep is deep,
Their voices in my head rings,
As they tell me all these horrible things.
The horrible things they said I would do,
They told me how I'd kill her too,
So now I stand here in a white padded room,
Prepared to meet my never ending doom.
As I held the gun,
The voices told me it'd be fun,
But in my head I knew it not to be,
But as it happened,
I did just that,
And let the bullet flee.
I sit all alone in that white padded room,
It might as well be a cell,
Or a white padded tomb,
For all can tell,
Of the wonderful girl,
Who voices told
Survive - Poem - School project by Loona-CatHead, literature
Literature
Survive - Poem - School project
Survive
Come meet a little girl,
she sits upon a swing,
she giggles and plays,
and laughs all day,
and has great potential.
She recently got word,
her mother's gonna die.
And she won't survive.
Cause you can't revive,
someone who dies,
that way.
So she sits and she sways,
and laughs and plays,
and comes home disappointed,
when she realizes,
she won't survive,
so she goes on a quest,
for a cure,
but all the cures,
are radioactive.
And she reads that,
that too,
kills.
She tries many things to be able to afford a cure,
she tries beauty pageants,
but she never deems passable.
So she sits and she waits,
and can't afford a cure.
But her mother w
Death
I step into a room of glass,
Surrounded by a mass,
Of blood,
I stare in horror as it rises,
Drowning me,
A blood Flood,
Covering my head,
I can't breathe,
It's all red,
Death.
I step into a hollow of grass,
Surrounded by a mass,
Of Water,
I stare in horror as it rises,
Drowning me,
A watery grave,
Covering my head,
I can't breathe,
We all dread,
Death.
I step into a place that's safe,
Surrounded by death,
By loss,
I stare in horror as I watch the fiery end,
Killing them,
Drowing them,
Covering them in blood,
In water,
A flood,
A slaughter,
But I'm here,
I see the light,
I lift in flight,
And join new life.
Without Death.
The voices talk to me while I sleep,
They tell me all the horrible things,
They tell me while my sleep is deep,
Their voices in my head rings,
As they tell me all these horrible things.
The horrible things they said I would do,
They told me how I'd kill her too,
So now I stand here in a white padded room,
Prepared to meet my never ending doom.
As I held the gun,
The voices told me it'd be fun,
But in my head I knew it not to be,
But as it happened,
I did just that,
And let the bullet flee.
I sit all alone in that white padded room,
It might as well be a cell,
Or a white padded tomb,
For all can tell,
Of the wonderful girl,
Who voices told
Survive - Poem - School project by Loona-CatHead, literature
Literature
Survive - Poem - School project
Survive
Come meet a little girl,
she sits upon a swing,
she giggles and plays,
and laughs all day,
and has great potential.
She recently got word,
her mother's gonna die.
And she won't survive.
Cause you can't revive,
someone who dies,
that way.
So she sits and she sways,
and laughs and plays,
and comes home disappointed,
when she realizes,
she won't survive,
so she goes on a quest,
for a cure,
but all the cures,
are radioactive.
And she reads that,
that too,
kills.
She tries many things to be able to afford a cure,
she tries beauty pageants,
but she never deems passable.
So she sits and she waits,
and can't afford a cure.
But her mother w
Death
I step into a room of glass,
Surrounded by a mass,
Of blood,
I stare in horror as it rises,
Drowning me,
A blood Flood,
Covering my head,
I can't breathe,
It's all red,
Death.
I step into a hollow of grass,
Surrounded by a mass,
Of Water,
I stare in horror as it rises,
Drowning me,
A watery grave,
Covering my head,
I can't breathe,
We all dread,
Death.
I step into a place that's safe,
Surrounded by death,
By loss,
I stare in horror as I watch the fiery end,
Killing them,
Drowing them,
Covering them in blood,
In water,
A flood,
A slaughter,
But I'm here,
I see the light,
I lift in flight,
And join new life.
Without Death.
I'm A girl who's trying out new techniques :P I draw and stuff. O.O I do random computer things that aren't very good…(that's why i'm looking for more techniques…) And I LOVE cat's (Especially my Loona (I named her that when I was 7 and I didn't know how to spell Luna and I used to watch sailermoon. O.O Yep. :D) :D I luv cat's and art, and drawing! :D
Favourite Visual Artist
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Favourite Movies
Courageous, Facing the giants… Idk I seen so many movies xD
Favourite TV Shows
TVD, Heartland, McCleods Daughters
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
BRITT NICOLE! (Imagine dragons :3)
Favourite Books
WARRIORS CATS!!!!!!!!!
Favourite Writers
Erin Hunter…. and…ME!!!! (I write a little… :P)
Favourite Games
… Not sure if you mean online or not...
Favourite Gaming Platform
…...
Tools of the Trade
…….
Other Interests
Writing…Cats… Not sure what you mean by this…. O.O
Okay, so... I will now do commissions (for practice... so if they'e horrible do not judge me). I will do commissions on art, (only animals), either drawn or on computer, and I will do stories, poems or writings. AND THEY'RE ALL FREE EVERYBODY! :D (If...
Hey! It's Loona! (Or course!) And... I figured out how to do poems.... So I need your opinions, and... I'll upload more soon! :D
Random Quotes:
Remember; people will judge you by your actions,
not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold,
but so does a hard boiled egg. ~ Author Unknown
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain. ~ Emily Dickinson
Things do not pass for what they are,
But for what they seem.
Most things are judged by their jackets. ~ Baltasar Gracian
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