Find

Find your path in life and you will find your true self. 

Find your path in life and you will discover wonders.

Find your path in life and the darkness of your soul will be revealed. 

Find your path in life and you wont regret your life.

Find your path in life and forget about all your sadness . 

The Heart

Protect your heart from all evil eyes, tongues, and poisonous hands. 

Protect your heart from the envious vessels and lost ships. 

Protect your heart from above all things

 And you will survive in this corrupt and ugly world. 

To Us

Where do we belong?

Where do we go from here?

Are we part of something or something is part of us?

Are we truly alive?

Or are we just empty shells in the bottom of the dark and undefined ocean. 

The Eye

I see your imperfections, 

But I can't see mine.

I see your cynical eye and comprehended smile. 

I see your poisonous tongue and unmerciful hands. 

I see your killer blood and steel base heart.

I see you in your demonic appearance, 

But I can't see mine. 

I see your complete form, 

But I can;t see myself at all. 

Looking For You

The dead come looking for the living. 

The living come looking for the dead. 

Yet the secrets that the dead holds, no one...

Not even God can reveal. 

Its secrets are buried in blood and

Cover in the shadows of hate, desire, and resentment. 

The Object

The sharpness of the tongue 

lies in its ability to cut, damage, and control. 

It lies in the hands of the strong and the knowledge of the evil eyes. 

The Ones

The innocent cry. 

The guilty yell. 

The cowards tremble. 

The heroes rush. 

And you my dear; 

Cry, yell, tremble, rush

In the presence of my blood. 

Why do I?

Why would you come?

Why do I see you?

To lighten your load?

To relive your pain?

To make you forget?

Or perhaps is it to bring justice upon your death. 

To Be

Isn't worse to see and pretend not to see, 

Than pretend to know it all, but know and see absolutely nothing. 

To be in shadows and absolute silence. 

To be surrounded by people and feel alone as a needle in the desert. 

To You

In your presence I'm a ghost. 

In the darkness I'm invisible. 

In the light I'm mistreated. 

I'm the creature that everyone hates and loves without compassion. 

Spread Your Wings

The path is narrow and long. 

The tears are endless and hopeless. 

The steps are doubtful and hateful. 

The words are unforgiving and hateful. 

Yet, spread your wings and walk in faith, 

For there I will be with you all the days 

Of your life until the end of the world. 

They Don't Mean a Thing

We want world peace. 

We search for the truth. 

We demand forgiveness. 

We pray for miracles. 

We desire the sinful. 

We kill without compassion. 

Yet, who are we? 

We are dust, we are monsters, 

We are demons, we are nothing and everything at all. 

Little Butterfly

There is a butterfly in my heart; 

Its tiny and playful. 

It jumps with every smile, every unspoken word, 

every breath, every action. 

There is a butterfly in my brain; 

Its telling me to hold you tight, to treasure and adore you. 

There is a butterfly in my lips; 

Its telling me to let you go and find a new flower to rest. 

Dear God: Final

Now, I am with my new mommy and she loves me a lot. I have friends, toys, and a big white furry dog. My new mommy is very nice. She cares for me; she hugs and kisses me all the time. She tells me that I am a very special person, and that I am very brave and beautiful young little boy. She tries to make me laugh all the time, and tells me every day, the blessing that I have been in her life. I believe her, because I feel safe and secure in her arms. I believe her because she has a big photo of you Papa God; and you were the only one helping me the night my mommy almost killed me. My name is Tommy, I am five years old, and this is my story.

Dear God: Chap. 11

I see lights and noises around me; people screaming and touching my head. I see a bright light and I start leaving the noise behind. Everything is peaceful here; I want to stay but an electric current forced me to come back.

Dear God: Chap. 10

Knock, Knock… Suddenly my mommy walks towards the door while I stay behind in the cold, dirty floor…The door collapses and my mommy starts screaming and yelling again. I stay quietly, and motionless in the cold floor waiting for my mommy to start the marathon again, when two strong and caring arms carried me out of my house.

Dear God: Chap. 9

I fall against the floor. My bones are hurting and my mommy says loud and dramatic words that I cannot understand. If only I was smarter and prettier, my mommy will love me. If only I was stronger, I could help my mommy. “I am Sorry”, “I love you”, “I will be a good boy”, “Please mama, please”, I shout at my mommy but it is too late. Her bright red face is in fire. Her kicks, slaps, throws, and words are hurting me a lot; I beg you Papa God to have mercy upon me; take me with you, I want to laugh and play with Sammy again. Oh papa, please help me…

Dear God: Chap. 8

She unhooks her dark belt and gracefully starts the marathon. She keeps on screaming and yelling at the rhythm of the belt. She starts pulling my hair and biting my head, hands and ears. My ears start to bleed and my hair starts flying. I try to cover myself; I try to cover my face with my hands but she pulls them apart, giving me a five stars slap. Her eyes are bright red and steam is coming out of her ears. My body is burning and my face is vibrating. My mommy keeps screaming and yelling. I hold the belt tight and I try to escape… I run crying around the house….

Dear God: Chap. 7

Shh, do not make any noise; I cannot make any noise; I cannot breathe nor blink, if not my mommy will get mad. Shh, she is screaming my name. Shh, she is looking for me. I run, I hide, but it too late now; her horrible sight is burning me down. Her hands are sharp arrows passing through me. She throws me. I crash against the wall. She screams, yells, insults, and tells me that all her problems are my fault.

Dear God: Chap. 6

Then, I carried him in my arms to his bed and singed for him. Sam looked peaceful and happy in my arms. In the morning Sam did not wake up, I ran outside the house and knocked in Sophie’s door. Sophie took Sammy with her yesterday; and I have not seen him since then. 

Dear God: Chap. 5

Mommy ran to the kitchen and grabbed a metal ladle and an old piece of dirty washcloth. She opened Sam’s tiny and delicate mouth and placed the washcloth inside. Then she continued to instruct him using the metal ladle. Sam’s blood damaged the floor, walls and furniture of the house and mommy got angrier than before. She grabbed Sam by a leg, and I ran the fastest I could to hide. I did not want mommy to find me. I hid under my bed waiting for mommy to get out of the room. I did not move, breathe, or make any noises. When mommy got out of the house, I ran around looking for Sam. I found Sammy inside the tub filled with water. I grabbed Sammy desperately trying to comfort him, trying to make him move, trying to wake him up, but he did not. I took him out of the tub removed his dirty clothing, and dried him. 

Dear God: Chap. 4

Sam was taken from me yesterdays afternoon. He was taken by strangers in a pool of red painting, produced from my mommy’s malicious belt. Sam was taken from me yesterday, and I wish he is okay, because I love him a lot.  Sam only wanted a piece of chocolate cake, and my mommy did not like it. I try to convince her to let Sam go, but it was too late, she was red like a lobster. Mommies approached Sam madly, and throw him against the wall. Then, she furiously unhooked her malicious black belt, and started hitting him. I could hear him screaming my name but I could not do anything, except cry with him. I waited a long time for mommy to calm down, but she did not, mommy seems to be very mad with Sam.  

Dear God: Chap. 3

My name is Tommy, and I am three years old. My hair is as bright as the sun, my eyes are as deep as the ocean, my lips are red as an apple, my nose is little and bloody, my face is painted with scratches, and by tiny body is full of purple butterflies. My brother’s name is Sam, he is only two years old than me and he is my hope and only joy. 

Dear God: Chap. 2

I was conceived from the stinky smell, kicks, intimidation's, forced loved, and obsession, of a malignant intruder. I was conceived under a gray bridge; under the powerful and controller presence of the full moon. I was conceived with violence.I wish that I was wanted, needed, loved, and cared. I wish I had toys and I could play with my friends. I wish I could have a family and a playful dog. I wish my brother would come back. I wish I was not afraid of the dark. I wish I could be smarter, prettier and healthier. I wish to have peace and happiness. I wish my mommy would not be mad at me. I wish she would have kissed and hugged me at least once, before I went, before i went, far very far away.

Dear God: Chap. 1

     I was delivered into this world too early. I was forced to come out of my womb to this hateful and unmerciful world, by two deadly kicks. My teacher said, I was delivered by an angel and that is why I am different, special, and unique. But I know the truth. I developed an acute sense of hearing. I was delivered to this world in a pool of blood, screams, kicks, fear, cries, anger, rage, and dislike. I was delivered to this world without love. I was delivered to this world in a gloomy, cold, starless, December. I was born in confusion and darkness. I was born in the absence of water, fire, earth, and air. 

DAY 3

                                                                   LONDON

                                                                     DAY 3                 2:00 p.m.

More than ten hours passed since Lucy died, and my mother and father were still pretending as if nothing has happened. But then at 2:00 p.m.my mother and father finally came to their senses, after receiving by mail the bloody and repugnant head of a woman. This was when they knew that we had to live that creepy and meaningless house, and we resumed to start packing our belongings. 

1:00 p.m.

 1:00 p.m.

During lunch everything was surprisingly quiet. After I was done eating, my sister playfully invited me for a walk through the garden, and she saw what I hope she had never seen nor experienced. The bloody and peeled off body of our dog, Lucy. I felt my sister heart beating faster and faster, her hands were ice cold, her eyes were lost in the scene and her soul escape the light that surrounded her. 

DAY 2

LONDON

                    DAY 2                    

12:00 a.m.

The chaotic day was finally over, but I still felt anxious. The night smelled heavy and the full moon warn me about the many dangers and sadness that were coming, slowly but secured. At 12:00 a.m. strange things began to occur. Strange sounds began to announce me that I was not welcome in that house, in that room; I could feel them breathing in my neck, I could hear them screaming angrily, demanding my head. At exactly 6:00 a.m. I heard the footsteps of a stranger, approaching my bed. I couldn't move nor scream. I was scared and I was alone.

Day 1

LONDON

                                                                  DAY 1 10:00 a.m.

 Lucifer.  I am the miracle daughter of Pastor Robert Holliston and Esther Holliston. I was born on a hot like hell summer morning in June 6, 1996 at 06:06 a.m. Today the day of my 16^th birthday my wise father decided to buy an old house which will be owe by our family for an eternity. The road that leads to the house is long and painful, is surrounded by a thick and heavy mist that guards its mysterious creatures. The fog is gray and holds sparkles of light in the distance; the trees are tall and wide, full of splendor and majesty like Queen Victoria.  As one passes through the road one might hear the cries and laments of lost souls that run through the woods searching for the perfect believer that would revive them. After four long praying and singing hours in the car with my sister, mother, and father we finally arrived to the spotlight. The house was dying of a terminal disease and everyone seven miles around could hear her crying without caring. The cries where powerfully loud and the smell of white butterflies was intoxicating and repugnant. The rooms were colossal and pitifully decorated by some old creepy lady who owned the house before us. The color of the rooms were white as pearls, the doors had scratches of uninvited guests, the lights were yellow, and the view of the windows were the gates to hell.  The corridors were stretch and infinite, full of deep dark transparent mirrors that ran through each impassable chamber. The mirrors reflected the fears and demons that grew inside each person, that grew inside me, and my innocent and annoying little sister. 

The End of the Beginning

LONDON

 DAY 5  06:00 a.m.

After the death of my father, my hero, my mother and I lost our souls. I still remember the day of the funeral; no one but me and my mom were there, crying wishing to bury ourselves with our sweet protector. When the evil clock stroke eight we didn't had more tears left in our bodies the only thing we had was a big black hole in our chests that multiplied as the seconds passed. When the black hole in our chest finally consumed us, as the worms consume full of happiness the bodies of the dead we knew, it was time to go home and pack in our pockets the few things we had left, after our souls were stolen from us in Borley, Essex, London. 

The Demons Inside

The Demons Inside

 BASED ON A TRUE STORY

To be absent from the body
 Is to be present with the Lord

  The dust returns to earth
            The spirit returns to God Who gave it.

                                                                                                                               (2 Cor 5: 8, Eccl 12: 7)

Let's try Something NEW !!!

Hey guys... so, I'm going to try something new and create a short & weird  story. 

I hope it comes out somewhat good. 

Enjoy and thanks :)

To Have

I wish to have faith. 

I wish to have hope. 

I wish that we could be all brothers. 

I wish for a better tomorrow and a sunnier day. 

I wish for killer to be saints. 

I wish that the sun could be made of cheese. 

I wish that you and I and this whole world could forever be together in peace. 

If you Are

If you are going to do something do it so the world could see it 

and you admire. 

If you are going to do something make sure to break all rules 

And forget about yourself . 

If you are going to do something don't let your enemies know. 

If you are going to do something make sure is bad 

And can be a funny story story when you grow old and wise. 

Changes

When we are little we wish to be doctors, superheroes, singers, and even dancers. 

Then when reality strikes all we want is to make some money or be the best at everything we do, and 

All we do is for our own benefit and anything beyond that we consider it a waste of time. 

What to Do

Kill me with the stones of a broken arrow.

Take me down the river of the wildest dreams. 

Take me down the mountains of eternal oblivion. 

Leave me in the darkness of a sunny day. 

Bury me in the shadows of a dozen roses. 

Judge me in the loneliness of an empty room. 

Love me in the openness of the wild forest. 

Kiss me in the warmth of a cold winter and 

Forget me when sun come shinning through. 

How do You?

How do you cure sadness?

Do you kill the vicious pirate or the mesmerizing mermaid?

How do you cure sadness?

Do you tear your heart apart or devour a sinner's soul?

How do you cure sadness?

Do you forget about your past or hide away in a corner?

How do you cure a sickness without a cause or antibiotic?

How do you cure the bodies of those gone?

How do you cure the broken wings of a sad fairy?

How do you cure what cannot be cure?

Desires

Don't ignore me. 

Don't judge me. 

Don't pretend to love me. 

Don't feel sorry for me.

Hate me or love me with all your soul 

and grace will fall over you. 

Times

Run, run, run...

Keep running for your life.

Keep, keep, keep...

Keep wishing upon the stars.

Love, love, love...

Keep loving until you die. 

Wild

I will give you my heart; 

I will give you the stars;

I will give you my all;

I will give you the world; 

So, lets laugh, love, and play.

Lets scream at the top of our lungs; 

Lets sacrifice our bodies to gain our souls; 

Lets play hard and drink up all night, 

And then lets laugh it all out. 

Don't

Don't listen to a word I say, 

Pretend that you can't hear my tears. 

Don't listen to a word I say, 

Leave and let me hanging up. 

Don't listen to a word I say, 

Just dance and never come back. 

Life

Cover the scars in your body and stand up!

Forget about your past and fight for a new day. 

Fight not for your sake but for that of your dear son; 

He... the flower that blooms in the dust and the ray that strikes in the dark. 

Fight and never give up. 

Fight until your bones and soul break;  

Fight, because he will be there to carry your broken soul and bring you back to life. 

Let us Do

Let's raise our voices and let our will fly. 

Let's climb the mountains and dream up high. 

Let's face the lion and kill the evil God. 

Let's laugh with pain and cry with joy. 

Let's get everything out and let's bring everything in. 

Stars

I believe that the stars can shine 

as bright as the eyes of those who are looking at them. 

Therefore, shine like the stars, live to the fullest, 

and always find their light. 

Thoughts

Ignorance is blessed,

Knowledge is condemned,

Hate is stylish,

Love is timeless,

Happiness is painful and pain is laughter.

Confused

My heart is tangle in the strings of the past;

Is being pulled like the waves in the ocean.

My poor heart is crying desperately;

Is crying for a change, an opportunity.

An opportunity to be forgiven and start all over again;

An opportunity to renew itself.

Understanding

Loving someone is being able to understand.

Loving someone is being able to understand not its mistakes,

 But rather when they don’t love you anymore.

Loving someone is more than love.

Loving someone is the desire to be wanted and needed. 

Smile

Why do we smile?

Some of us do it for courtesy; 

Others for love, respect, friendship, and even out of their own misery. 

The truth is that we smile for nothing 

And nothing is worth smiling,

Unless out hearts smile with us. 

Heartbeats

The rain is pouring and my heart is beating. 

Is beating in an unfamiliar way;

Is beating fast, non-stopping; 

Is beating as if it is about to came out of my chest;

Is beating out of happiness, sorrow, and awe. 

Is beating because you are HERE and I missed you dearly. 

Memories

Painful memories.... that's all I have left from you. 

Memories that made me sad; 

Memories that made me happy; 

Memories that made me grow and 

Left me with nothing more than myself. 

The Truth

What is the truth?

Does it exist?

No; the truth is nothing more than a lie. 

A lie covered with snow. 

A snow covered with blood and  frozen tears. 

A snow that seems white, but is darker than our soul. 

A Smile

Can a smile cover your sorrow?

Can it cover your tears?

Can it make you return?

Can it make you forget?

No...

It will only make you more miserable. 

The Word

The most beautiful word in the world...

What would it be?

Is it God?

Is it love?

Perhaps luck?

Or may be...

Just may be...

MOTHER.  

We

We cry...

We yell...

We lie... 

We pretend to be stars,

We pretend to be kind,

We pretend to be heroes, 

We pretend to be wise, 

We pretend and yet we don't pretend at all; 

We are what we are; 

We are monsters in the dark. 

Life

What is life?

Is it living every moment to the fullest?

Is it being able to forgive and be forgiven?

Perhaps, is being able to save others... 

I don't know. 

But whatever it is,

 This is life and we are all part of it. 

Difference

The difference between you and I

Is that I don't give up and

You do. 

Dance

The air is light, 

The sun is bright

 and is inviting my heart to dance.

To dance with joy and careless.  

What am I?

What am I?

I'm soft...

I'm sweet...

I'm innocent...

I'm delicate...

I'm a flower...

I'm a demon...

I'm what I'm and you are what you are. 

Happy New Year ! :D

 

This is going to be the best year ever! HAVE FUN!!!