Ya Want Me Back?

We were in love and had each other.
We laughed with friends and you said you had the best time of your life,
Well I guess not, since you lied.
You said you weren't happy
So now there is no more us.
I barely cried two tears when I found out I wasn't happy either.
Now a few days later, you're begging for me
You're quoting songs to try and tell me you miss me
I tell you they are not working.
You decided to end it.
Now why are you taking it all back?
You were uncomfortable with our clashing views.
You ended everything we thought we had.
You ask what he must do to have me back,
I shall say only a few words to you,
"If ya want me back, well you can't have me
"Just remember you can't hold a heart that was always broken,
"I live my own life and I will not let you catch up."

Christmas Time

The snow slowly drifts down,
Creating a innocent scene,
Hiding the truth of the childs' fear beyond that door.
Mother gone and father still drinking,
Christmas will have no presents, no cheer for her.
No school to save her,
No love to surround her,
She lives in a house with no lights or tree.
The holidays are not happy for her,
Her Christmas time is not a time of peace.

Torture Me

A blindfold over my eyes
Then hand cuffs put on my wrists and ankles
Slammed into a small cell
No moving, no breathing
How many others are in the same cell?
How many more are there like me?
Then comes the pain
Interrogators laughing at my expense
They are devils in disguise
Slowly killing me with meaningless pain
Some of my bones have broken
I’m turning numb with pain
Now I wish to die
The hangman’s noose is looking better and better
I slowly drift off
Now leaving this world and this pain
Forever

A Fateful Night

A shutter from the ship
Life vests are thrown on over our warmest clothes
Rushed out on deck, my sister holding her doll
Outside, there’s panic, chaos, and crowding
I get separated from everyone, except my sister
She starts to cry, I start to lose it
“Get on lifeboats,” I hear people say
I run, carrying my sister, looking for family
There! In a lifeboat. Being lowered into a waiting abyss
I can’t reach them so I get in a different lifeboat
My sister still holding her doll, I holding her
It’s much colder here, surrounded by strangers
We hold each other, my sister and I
How long has it been? My sister asks
Her innocent eyes looking into mine
Hours, I know. Many hours
The ship is gone, the people aboard as well
The screaming has stopped, now just silence
A person on our boat has died
We push her down into the boat
One takes her life jacket, another her coat
My sister becomes increasingly quieter
I keep holding her, keeping her warm
Some lights appear in the distance
As we row closer, we notice a ship
We get heir attention, they pull us up
They put the dead in one corner
And give us warm food and blankets
I feed my sister, she seems in shock
Still holing her little doll, wrapped up in blankets
Haven’t seen our family yet, no one seems to know
We give our names to someone, he hasn’t seen our family
In America, we look on lists and watch the dead coming in
And now we wait, for someone, anyone, to help us
We still wait, until someone notices us, for us to leave the docks
Yes, I still remember that night. Years have gone.
My sister still can’t, or doesn’t speak, I still can’t forget
The fated night on Titanic

My Past Lives

As I celebrate my birthday and travel back
to places forgot by time

I smell the sea salt
and feel the tilting boat as people panic
What happened? What's going on?
More lifeboats drop, some not even filled
Children crying as I find my way
and squeeze onto a boat
Mostly women and children crying
Leaving men and property behind
Now it's dark and I travel to another place

It's still dark even though it's different
Shots sound in the distance, as I hide away
I hear voices and hide even more
Breathing softly as to not make any noise
Here they come
I see the red flags
Evil as always
As they rush inside to find me and others
They find my friend, her yellow star all I see in the dark
I can't stand anymore and travel to another time

I have never traveled in the day
I can't tell where I am
In the woods, by a grave
I have been here once before
Same grave, same woods, same person
Now there is a new gravestone near the old one
One name carved in the black marble
Dead flowers near the edge and letters in the earth
I place a flower on the grave
Near the name
My name

My Religion

I am a Pagan,
You are a Christian.
I pray to my Goddess,
You pray to God.
I'll argue my point until I die,
You'll preach the word from the book.
I'll be targeted and called a witch,
You'll be safe in your church.
I am tolerant of other religions,
You are still trying to convert me.
I sing songs that please my ear,
You sing only to praise.
I live to my Goddess.
So why do you try and change me back?
Why must you agree with others and call me a devil supporter?
Why do you not just accept me for me?
I am Pagan!
If you cannot stand it you, better get out of my way.
I live the way I want.
You can't change me or what religion I am.

Dark - By my friend Amanda

All the thoughts inside of me,
Struggling for a chance to breath,
These things compressed within my head,
Won't only be thought of while resting in my bed,
Like my shadow, they never leave my side,
Whispering quietly in my ear,
Reminding me of what I fear,
No matter how hard I try,
They will never,
Not ever,
Be removed from my soul

Usagi Has A Few Words To Say.....

To the few people who read my blog and I wish to say a few words that you may or may not want to read. If you read please comment if you have time so I know some-one is listening.
On my profile it says my name is Usagi Hikari. That is only half true. I do not wish to say my real name incase one of my enemies is reading. I have two types of 'me' inside my head. There's the side everybody sees and the side I keep in. The side I keep in is named Usagi Hikari. You are hearing her words when I publish these poems on my blog. Usagi is one who always wants to have fun and play online. She has anger problems and is prone to attack(Only once has this led to injure another person). I keep her in my head and the one you see (If you know and see me) is the quiet, fun-loving, trying to be a hard worker, and when I speak I say what people want to hear. There's always that tiny Usagi voice in my mind telling me what I really want to say, but if Usagi stays inside my head it is so hard for me to say it out loud.
It has always been this way but only recently have I decided to give her a name, the Usagi Hikari I use now. It has always been this way and I've finally decided to tell some-one to help relieve some of the burden of having Usagi has put on my shoulders. I thank you kindly for reading this. I hope you understand.

The Hunted - Book - Prolugue

Eleans' eyes were wide as another wagon burst into flames. The grey eyes that normally had the wisdom of a thousand years hidden behind them, just had fear. Unable to handle the screams and the sight of her gypsy home being burned, she covered her ears, closed her eyes, and curled into a ball right there, hoping......praying this was only a dream, a nightmare.