All that shimmers may not be lasting
Sometimes the sight is rather distorting
To be at the crossroads and wonder
To take the hard path or a wishful surrender
Choices are abound
And reasons unsound
The pain is like a mirage in the passage of joy
Destiny is the alibi of reasons ploy
Sometimes a moment of silence is all it takes
To know your bearings
Others, a lifetime may not be enough
To show meaning
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Hi, I'm Latrodectus, but you can call me Lat. I'm 14 and I love to write. I write at least 1 or 2 times a week and write everything from acrostics to opinion posts (and everything in-between) I'm also writing my first ever book/full story "The Darkworld Chronicles." I write to help find myself and who I really am and to help me deal with life's problems and stresses. I like drawing, acting, singing and gymnastics but don't like algebra, sport or swimming. My interests vary wildly (as do my works) and I feel it gives me some variety. Thanks for reading this, have fun in my world of writing :) ~Lat
Everything we've done up to this point has bought us to where we are in fashion music art and dance in feeding morals arsony in drugs and teeth and fruit and sharks in thin red wine in coffins law in...
Why. Why must life me so unfair, with so much hate, and despair. Why must people die, people cry, people lie. Why can a soul never be free. Why do the tools of oppression capture you and me.
With words now lost, And memories, all that remain. Count the cost, Reveal the hidden stain. Where can you turn for answers, When you can't decide the question.
Stuck in this hole you put me in Can't find the light in my eyes Maybe it's a test that we all are in But is'nt that a waste if our my time Do us a favour, throw us a saviour Do us a turn, before...
Where do you run to, When you don't know where you are. When do you stop. Will you ever know how far. How can I move forward, When I keep pulling back. What if I can't let go.
Do you derive hope from failure. Do you derive joy from pain. Do you derive love from hatred. Do you derive loss from gain. Do you see life as a mystery. Do you see life as a maze.
I like to write from different angles. Differing angers, Differ in standards.
The final frontier of desperate hope, The King and his men are the priests and their Pope, For it goes without saying that looks are deceiving, That lambs can be lions and arrivals are leaving.
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