me and YOU...me and YOU...me and YOU... by NoctaLightx
I once said that life wasn't worth living
I believed that I was right.
I knew that it wasn't what it was supposed to be.
I thought it was my fault.
I witnessed what I had done, of how I failed and hurt.
I felt the pain of my wounded heart beat from the bitter impact.
I wanted to leave this life, to forget it all like an eraser cleaning its slate.
I saw in myself something worse than I could imagine.
I was afraid of what I would become.
I hid from myself and tried to become others
I always knew it wouldn't work.
I could have done better
I needed a second chance.
And then You came.
You, who once came to earth
You, who believed that we were wrong,
You who Believed we were only young and learning
You, who knew what it was supposed to be.
You, who knew it was my fault, yet did not care
You, who witnessed what I have done, but did not falter in Your Love.
You, who wanted to heal me when you saw I was hurt.
You, who felt the pain of countless wounded hearts.
You, who gave
Another Christmas.Another Christmas Tale.Another Christmas. by NoctaLightx
Another Christmas tale?
I thought we were finished.
I sought the essence of sleep
I did not want to be present
Oh please just finish your part
And let me go dream in peace
All I wanted was peace
So that I could rest my tale
On how I've done on my part.
After the Christmas dinner was finished
I wanted to gleefully present
To myself the happiness of sleep
But when I tried to sleep
Something disturbed my peace
I saw a box at my door, a present!
It could never have been a fairy tale,
Those dreams I have finished.
Long ago, I lost that childish part.
It seems that I need to part
With this box and return to sleep
So I put the box with others, all finished
These gifts would soon break my peace
For the kids believed in the tale
That Santa comes to deliver a present.
They wanted me to present
To them a celebration that's part
Of their plan So I repeated the tale
That when the children go to sleep
In their sweet nocturnal peace
Santa brings the gifts, wrapped and finished
An outlook on the future.An outlook on the future.An outlook on the future. by NoctaLightx
This is not a good time to be starting out in life.
Jobs are scarce, work if for naught
and those that exist often pay unexpectedly
low wages, causing their families to suffer.
Beginning a family –
always stressful, uncertain, and unpredictable
-- is increasingly a stretch. A shot in the dark.
The weak economy begets weak family formation.
We instinctively know this;
several new studies now deepen our understanding.
Yet what do we find?
That this is not a good time to be starting out in life.
Bad Luck with God.Dear to whomever is reading this document. This testimony of my life should have been buried beneath the prison in Tombstone, and is a result of an unfortunate incident that had lead to my incarceration. I beg of you to please not toss my statements in the wind as if they were nothing but a pile of washrags. It may not mean much to a lot of people, but it does mean something to someone who knows who I am. Or rather who I was, for I fear my grief-stricken words will last longer than I will in this God-forsaken land. So why write it anyways? Well I'll tell you why.Bad Luck with God. by NoctaLightx
It's because, even in these stonewalls, I can hear the talk of the townsfolk outside, and of what they are saying about me and what I've done in my life. It isn't much of a surprise when I hear that most of the things they say are not the most uplifting; for some, I'm a stagecoach robber. Others, a bank heist extraordinaire, and to others still... just a twisted murderer. The list goes on and on.
Sometimes, I hear someone tell
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as the name implies, I'm a Noctisx Lightning fan in the games Final Fantasy 13 and 13 versus.
A bit crazy and random.
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