Innocent Blood

You monitor her every move,

Until she's gone.

And maybe you did some things

That you shouldn't have done.

But its okay,

Cause she said so,

And you'll go through your day,

Not knowing how she hurts,

And how her pain feels.

Cause she doesn't have a shield,

To protect her from your trampling feet.

Maybe someday you'll see.

Does it take a life to show you what your own words reap?

If she thinks she'll ever get away from you,

She's wrong.

Cause you always know what to say.

You kill her with the truth,

The truth that she can't say herself.

So you put her back on the shelf,

Hoping a little that she'll be okay.

But not really...

And she listens to you, “Its gonna be okay.”

She listens to your lies that you believe day-by-day.

She believes them too until the last night,

When she realizes the truth you told her so long ago.

That no, she can't stay.

And she'll go away,

Hoping at the least,

That you'll cry for her on the day that she wastes away,

Her day to die and pass away.

The insults that pass between your lips,

Of course they aren't really true,

But did you ever tell her that she really is Beautiful?

She is so empty,

And you are so full.

The pride you take in the insults you make,

They cut her like she cuts herself.

Please don't put her back on the shelf.

The things she wants for help,

You tell her that they could never work.

Hurt doesn't just go away,

It stays and eats at the heart day after day.

And you wonder why she doesn't go to your parties or plays.

Its because she is afraid she'll get in your way.

The shame of her guilt would be lessened by death.

Who is there to tell her not to give up?

Bu she listens to you, “Its gonna be okay.”

She listens to your lies day-by-day.

Who else is there to believe?

You run the show.

When she realizes the truth you told her so long ago.

And no, she can't stay.

She'll go away,

Hoping at the least,

That you'll cry for her on the day that she wasted away,

Her day to die and pass away.

Your blows come harsh and slow,

And she suddenly realizes she doesn't have anywhere to go.

There is one place.

“Tell me to stop myself,” she thinks,

But know one cares enough to stop her,

Its to late,

Your tough love is to much.

To much truth that didn't matter much.

The way she thinks you see her as

Is to hard to bare.

And she can't share,

Because she is entrapped in your snare.

And you listen to her sing a song.

“I tried,” she thinks,

Hoping that it will be okay.

But you laugh and say to her, “That was way to long,”

“I'm not enough,” she knows now.

Kill her joy,

Trample her love.

The shows run by you now.

And you don't have room for her,

Nor do you care for the stuff she thinks.

She's wrong,

Live your life without her song,

She what you care,

See that she can't bare up anymore.

So her song stops,

And her heart beat drops.

And the things she thinks don't matter anymore,

Even though you told her its gonna be alright.

She tried to believe your lies,

But they were to hard to swallow.

And her dying wish?

That no one would live with the same dying wish as she.

Because all she wanted to do was to die.

Her death,

Does it make you see?

Or will you go on,

Trampling another innocent soul,

That was innocent until you touched her.

Don't callus a child,

For their spirit will go astray and wither away.

Like Her,

Who's left with her blood on your hands.

And the sand would embracing her for the last time.

Sing her sweet song for her death day.

And hope to wash your hands clean from the Innocent's blood.

Lyrics I Wrote...

He sees her standing there,

All alone in the rain,

Trying to cope with her pain.

All this pain she has endured,

Is it her fault?

Not at all.

While she copes with the pain.

He tries to help her anyway he can.

But she won't let her heart be broken again.

So he stays away and hopes that she's okay.

While the cold of night slowly eats her away.

So he waits,

He stays up all night and prays,

That she'll make it through another day.

Love is simple like this,

To love her as she is.

She's been hurt one to many times to trust ever again.

How can he ever win,

Her heart?

As she lies alone in the dark

He hopes,

That she can see the trouble she is in.

It tests her will just to stay alive.

Sometimes she thinks she'd rather just die.

But he comes to her at night,

Throws a rock at her window then tells her its gonna be alright.

So he waits,

Staying up all night,

Hoping she'll be alright.

Simple love:

To be encouraged even in our darkest dreams.

So as her darkest storm began to rage,

He swore his love and promised he would never leave her again.

And he showed his simple love.

Simple love,

To live together for forever and a day.

And to hold each other forever.

Simple love,

To let the tears flow,

Then to let them go.

Love Me... Please

Unknown Author.

“Hi, Mommy. I’m your baby. You don’t know me yet, I’m only a few weeks old. You’re going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I’ve got beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don’t have it yet, but I will when I’m born. I’m going to be your only child, and you’ll call me your one and only. I’m going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We’ll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up. You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn’t wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I know it already. Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me! He wasn’t happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don’t think that you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don’t think I understand yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward , and your hands flying up to protect me . I was okay but I was very sad for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That’s a sound I don’t like. It doesn’t make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after, and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I’m not sure if I do. It wasn’t right. You say he loves you, why would he hurt you? I don’t like it, Mommy. Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you’re so proud of me ! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes, and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I’m happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart. I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love you, Mommy. Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny and he wasn’t talking right. He said he didn’t want you. I don’t know why, but that’s what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry, Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won’t let you get hurt! I promise to protect you. Daddy is bad. I don’t care if you think that he is a good person, I think he’s bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn’t want us. He doesn’t like me. Why doesn’t he like me, Mommy? You didn’t talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay? It’s been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven’t talked to me or touched me or anything since that. Don’t you still love me, Mommy? I still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug me with your arms , and I feel safe and warm again. Why don’t you do that when you’re awake, any more? I’m 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren’t you proud of me ? We’re going somewhere today, and it’s somewhere new. I’m excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell you that? I hope you’re as excited as I am. I can’t wait. Mommy, I’m getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don’t know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something’s going to happen soon. I’m really, really, really scared, Mommy. Please tell me you love me . Then I will feel safe again. I love you! Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop! Don’t worry Mommy, I’m safe. I’m in heaven with the angels now. They told me what you did , and they said it’s called an abortion. Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don’t you love me any more? Why did you get rid of me? I’m really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why don’t you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care about me, and not talk to me. Didn’t I love you enough? Please say you’ll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I didn’t want to be here, I wanted you to love me! I’m really really really sorry if I did something wrong. I love you! I love you, Mommy.”

Keep Her

The young mother of the child lay on the bed, cradled the baby in her arms, smiling at her. There was pain and joy in her eyes, as a tear fell, dropping onto the baby's face. The mother wiped it away quickly. A girl, about the mothers age, stood beside the mother.
"She is beautiful, Lili."
Lili looked up at her friend.
"You think so?"
Her friend, Nia, placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Why of course!"
Lili laughed quietly and the baby reached her hand out to touch her mothers long blond curls. She let her baby's tiny hand curl around her finger.
"What shall I name it?" she asked.
Nia knelt down and touched its blond head.
"I don't know... What's a word for beautiful?"
The name suddenly came to Lili.
"Adele Mariah. But she will be called Mariah, because her father conceived her bitterly." a tear ran down her cheek.
She felt all the strength going out of her arms. She was breathing hard
"Take the child, Nia, before I drop her."
Nia took Mariah gently.
"You'll be fine, Lili. You just need to rest."
Lili shook her head weakly.
"No... No my friend. I can feel the life fading from me."
Nia took her hand, her eyes watering with unshed tears.
"Please, don't."
Lili looked at her friend, eyes looking tired but sure.
"Promise me, promise me Nia one thing before I die."
"Anything." Nia whispered.
"Do not let Mariah know the pain I have had to endure. Never let a man use her. Let this child live in the light, with happiness. Not having all her hopes and dreams and love crushed. Please promise me this!" her hands were shaking and her face showed the pain she was going through.
Her friend's tears came then.
"I promise, to the best of me, I will not let a man do this to her. May God bless her."
With that, Lili lay her head on the pillow and breathed her last few, painful breaths then darkness took her and she lay still.
Mariah began to cry and Nia looked down at her. She suddenly realized how special she was. She had to keep her safe, and safe she would keep her.

I have named it... You just need to read it :D

Have named it, made a blog for it, and written the first two parts now you can read it!
http://saigthedaughter.blogspot.com/
I will not be posting anymore of this story on this story. This is the story that was originally named  The Zealous, but I've changed it to The Sage's Daughter. Please check it out!
Thanks!

The Marks have taken the country... Now they have come to place their Mark on the children.

The Saig's Daughter:

He stood at the window, his hard eyes scanning the city. A light went out, then another and another. He turned his gaze to the tall buildings, watching as people went to and fro. He fingered a knife in his gloved hands, running it against his palm.

The door behind Him slid opened silently. His black cape swished slightly as He turned his head. A man, dressed all in black stood in the doorway.

“Come, Adar. Make your report.”

Adar walked slowly up to the caped one.

“My Master, Aymeric, America is ours in full.”

Aymeric aloud his servant a smile.

“You did well, Adar.”

He turned back to the window.

“Your plan succeeded.”

“No,” his Master corrected him. “My plan has just begun. Cand will take Abiodun by force, and the world will love us for it. Jacob will work his way into Dashia, but you, Adar, you will start to reform this land we have worked so hard for.”

Another light went out.

“Look, what do you see?” he asked?

His servant looked out, seeing the city lights and people.

“I see a destitute country, Master.” he said in a low murmur.

Aymeric nodded.

“This is what war does. But now, we must show the people how good it can be to live under us. Schools, factories, hospitals. The hand of the Mark's must been shown.”

“Of course. And they will.” Adar answered, his dark eyes watching the knife that his Master was holding.

Aymeric put the dagger in its sheath and clasped his hands behind his back.

“Activate CM7.”

Adar hesitated for a second, then bowed his head.

“It will be done as you say, Master.”

He turned and began to walk towards the door when Aymeric's voice stopped him.

“Adar, do all that I have said and you will get your prize... And much more.”

He heard the door close as he kept his eyes on the city outside, watching.

Character profiles.

If you like to write too, I would like to share some ways I come up with my characters, mainly, there profiles. This has helped me a lot with character development.

Name_____ . Put character's first, middle and last name (and possibly why they are named what they are).

Tags:________________ . Put what your character looks like. Such as blond hair/blue eyes. And if they talk a certain way or something.

Wardrobe:__________________. Put down what your character wears, when you mention different clothes on them and so on. 

Emotions:____________. Write common emotion your character show's in your story, such as sarcasm/depression/goofiness.

Reactions:____________. Put down what your character does/reacts to things that happen to him/her. Such as if someone told them that they loved her/him, what would they say/do?

Beliefs:_______________________. What is there religious beliefs/political/family beliefs?

Family:____________________. Write there family background! This is very important because family shapes what you think and do.

Friends:_______________________. Say who there closest friends are, with the other characters in your book so that you know who they feel comfortable with and who they don't.

Goals:______________. Write down your character's goals. A good protagonist usually has more then one goal. One main goal then maybe one or to side things.

Goal changes:____________________. You might be asking, what is this? But character's do change goals. Say a person is trying to get a job at a factory (goal one) but finds that the owner is not a Christian, so he tries to evangelize hi (goal two).

Actions character is in:____________________. Actions are scenes, but I like to call them actions, because there needs to be (in every scene) an Action/event that moves the protagonist towards his/hers goal. Put down which scenes/actions the character is in.

Yes, so this is something I've made up to help me. I hope it can help you to.

Adriel Valarien.