Ranma & Akane in Amore

How did I get here?
where do I go from here,
How did I get here?
I thought I was in control, I though I knew where to go.
How did I get here
were did I go wrong?

I was in control before all this happend.
I was stupied to take those actions
i wish i could go back
but I can't change the past
how did I get here?

what path do I take, which is the right way.
i thought I knew where to go
but I ws wrong, where do I go now?
where do I go?

i was all alone with nowere to go.
It seemed like no one cared
I was in a dark place
but then I saw the light.

How did I get here?
what have I done to myself?
why did I do this
where do I go now

Who do I trust.
My parents o my freinds?
should I speek up,
o stay quite.
should I get help
o destroy my life.
How did I get here?


da Edward_lover101

deadly Stares
we watch as days fall apart,
we watch as the innocent soul of a broken cuore continues on its path,
we watch as two innamorati part,
we watch as the memories they shared together are torn up,
we watch as their hearts freeze at that very moment their eyes turn to the dead of the night,

we see the days turning to nights,
we see the innocence in a heart-broken souls fights,
we see the sorrows in a couple turning to burnt out lights,
we see the loved memories disappear into the consuming darkness of the night,
we see the misery in a lonely souls life,

our eyes focus on the dead of the day,
our eyes focus on the souls left to the undiscovered innocence of their time astray,
out eyes focus on the penetrating sorrows of the one te Amore pushing te away,
our eyes focus on the precious memories that are left for delay,
our eyes focus on the grief in the unloved's misguiding pathway;
why cant we look away?
is there such thing as enjoying their pain?

I set alone in this room.
hopeing that someone will find me.
I set alone in this room,
thinking about all the people that I have hurt.
I set alone in this room,
thinking about what I have done.
What will I do next?
Will they ever let me out!


I've been sitting here for years,
waiting on the people who still Amore me.
I'm waiting for one special person,
the person that I love.
But dose he still loved me?
Will he ever forgive me?

If I had a chace,
to meke things right.
I would go back in time,
and say I'm sorry for what I've done.
Can te ever forgive me,
I know that te trusted me.
I took advange of you.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

They've always detto Amore is out there,
But I haven't found it.
I've let my cuore searxh,
And be broken into millions of peices.
Its finally begun to heal.
To let someone in again.
Its the hardest thing to do.
As to my beloved, there is no clue.
Where is he, invisible to me.
I ask for a soul mate.
My true half.
that will truly Amore me.
Till the giorno I die.
It is possible,
That its a hoax.
I cannot find him.
Put the spotlight out there.
mostra me the way.
To the guy that can unlock my heart.
Without crushing it.
I know your there.
Always in the shadows.
Waiting for mr to find you.
I will never stop looking.
My dearly beloved one......

Amy, Tom, And The Storm



Amy and Tom were running to their house trying to fight the storm when they got to the spiaggia they saw jellyfish as far as their eyes could see
”We have to help those gelatina fish”
detto Tom
“But we have to get home”
detto Amy as the storm grew louder Tom jumped over the rocks and landed on the wet gooey sand he started throwing jellyfish back into the ocean (aware of the fact that he could be stung) Amy joined him then a voice came it was their mother
“stop playing with gelatina pesce and get inside before te get sick”
“ no we are helping the jellyfish “ detto Amy
“you can’t make a difference there are hundreds if not thousands of gelatina pesce here”
“yes but I can make a difference to this one and this one” detto Tom throwing the pesce harder and faster than before.

M A D E T O B E B R O K E N

I feel torn,
the man i loved is forever gone,
with this single teardrop,
i will mourn;
the death of our love,
the Amore that i now feel was always gone,
but surely this is wrong?
he detto he'd protect me for he was strong,
he detto he'd comfort me, those conversations where never long,
he detto he'd Amore me, that his Amore for me was strong,
but now i say he was wrong,
his Amore for me was never strong,
it has always been gone,
i was his rebound
when one feels unloved,
they turn to those who are fucked up,
i guess that was me,
for te see,
i was in Amore until he kissed me,
i had another man and his Amore was true,
but i dumped him, just for another who never meant it when he detto " i Amore you",
how could i have been so stupid,
i guess now i believe that this is the work of cupid,
he struck me with his bow an arrow,
and led me spiraling into this sorrow,
Amore is blind, and is never kind

Ever since I picked up a pencil,
I wrote down my thoughts.
People read them,
Compliment me on my work.
To me they were just words.
I've never acknowledged the gift,
God has dato me.
I use it each giorno in everything I do.
Today its the most important thing.
poesia is art in written form.
Can an artist write a poem,
Can a poetist draw a picture.
Most of the time the answer is no.
te are only dato one gift.
There is no choice.
I wouldn't trade it for the other.
All I need is a peice of paper,
And a Scrivere utensil.
Without these tools I would be nothing.
I'm a writer in the soul..

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

"You, sent out beyond your recall. Go to the limits of your longing. Embody me.

Flare up like flame,
and make big shadows I can sposta in.

Let everything happen to you:beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life. te will know it da it's seriousness.

Give me your hand."

I’m standing up.
My eyes at shut.
Darkness is around me.
I can feel that their is some one in front of me.
I can feel their breath on me.
I’m afraid to open my eyes.
I can feel their eyes looking in to my soul
I’m afraid of what they will see.
My darkness, my hope, my dreams, my fear, every thing that makes me me.
I open my eyes and I’m looking in the mirror.
I’m afraid of myself.
Is life worth living if te are your own enemy.
I fight with my self every giorno and I all ways lose.
I come home bleeding and thinking of death.
I cant wait to death comes and gets me Ill greet it with open arms.
In to then ill just have to hope

Words of Hope
One night on graveyard of the angels, I was walking,
that night I saw an angel, saw her crying,
her wings broken, torn, hurt, she was dying...

Angel, such an beauty, fallen from the heavens garden,
I watched her soul escape in the little tears,
to see her there, so deadly wounded, it was burden,
she was lost, fallen, dying, filled with fears...

She was lying on the cold white marble plate,
to help her I tried, but I was too late,
in the pool of blood, to die, was her fate...

Angel stared me, I heard her silent cries,
pale little form on pool of so red blood,
angel, so fragile thing with beautiful eyes,
in rage I cried, successivo who dies will be god...

I took Angel on my arms, kissed, loved, hold her near,
gave my warmth, words of hope I whispered in her ear,
god will pay for this crime, my love, do not fear...

I see mirrors of madness..

When te think that everything is wrong,
and it’s like you’ll never stop the rain.
te won’t be waiting too long,
Cause I’ll come and stop the pain!

Then when everything is right ,
I’ll be close, te know.
And te will shine bright,
Cause we’ll be together forever and now!

I’ll always be with you-day and night.
te never will be alone,
I’ll hold te tight.
Cause you’re the One!

So is it too obvious that I want you,
Cause I can’t stop that!
Is it too obvious that I Amore you,
Cause I can’t hide that!

I want te and I Amore you,
I will repeat that hundred and one times.
Because honestly without you,
I’m simply just a mess

~Why?

I wave in front of them.
Why don't they see me?
“I'm here!” I say.
Why don't they hear me?
They put their hands out to me, but touch air.
Why can't they feel me?
Why do I feel this way?
Neglected.
Betrayed.
Why...?

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~Mother to Son (for the movie "Changelings")

I miss you.
Where did te go?
te were in a arms just a few hours ago.
What am I to do?

The man has been punished
For what he did to you.
But yet, I wait,
When I know te will never show.

But remember,
No matter where te are,
I will Amore te Walter.
Forever.

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~Days

Days are young,

but never end.

Tomorrow comes,

but never decends


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~Who Am I?

Prevented to do

What I want to do.

Prevented to say

What I want to say.

Prevented to be

What I want to be.

Who Am I?

A little dandelion sits alone.
Very lonely she is.
She wishes for new Friends to play with.
All thriugh summer she hears the trees.
She wishes they were nicer.
Oh but they are to wise to speak to a flower.
She longed for a field of her kind.
She dreamed of this field.
A magical fiore kingdom.
Where fiori sparkled and bloomed.
When she awoke she was sad.
The sparkling fiori were gone.
One giorno a girl smelled of her.
It made her feel special.
She loved to make people smile.
That was her beloved gift.
The girl visited her each day.
Giving her water.
She listened as the girl told her , her name.
Sunny she had said.
The little dandelion grew happy.
She had made a friend.
Happiness wasn't Friends of her kind.
It was the ones that cared.
She learned a big lesson that summer.
Friendship can come from anyone.