Raven's short stories and fascinating poems

  I am my Fathers Daughter and yet sometimes it feels as if I am Father-less. A Father is meant to teach His Daughter what a future husband should be, in a sense a Daughters' Father is Her first love. My Father showed me men could be: cold, cruel, neglectful, manipulative and harmful. instead He should have shown me men as: caring, calm, patient, loving and kind.  Despite all of this I love my Father, I know deep down He loves me and yet he pushes me away and makes me a shadow in His life.  I wonder what I have done to cause Him any strife.  I want to understand, what did I do wrong?!

  Lizzie walked into the massive classroom and her mind started to go wildwith all the anxiety she felt as soon as she set foot in the car park. As all eyes turned to her, She felt as if she was being suffocated. The more they watched her as she moved to give her new college teacher her late note, the less empowered Lizze felt. Lizzie's mother had always said "no matter what, always believe in yourself."  Mr Clarkson simply directed Lizzie to her seat and continued the lesson, not beothering to read the note. The work set had lizze's mind spinning out of control. Lizzie's anxiety built up like a boiling pot about to explode, a volcano. A knock at the door b rought Lizzie back to reality, as everyone looked. They saw an elegant young man named Marco, Lizze felt calm as the man spoke to her teacher and then sat next to Lizzie. Mraco explained that he was there to assist her in any way required. The next day everything semmed so much eaiser, with the help of Lizzie&#

  Hey there guys I'm sorry I haven't been here in a while alot of changes have happened and alot of changes are still happening but I will try to keep writing more, AI hope you like the new anthology, that one is now over but the previous one is still a work in progress and will be for a long time, although I am sure my ADHD will get round to it everntually, Hope you are doing great  Miss Raven xoxo

  Fix Yourself, Fix Yourself.  Never good enough for socities unrealistic standards! What a waste, What a waste. What could be worse. Too skinny or Too fat!? I pray the light guide me home, where I do truly belong. My soul used to be ignited with such a light, but I was told I was too bright, You didn't break my bones but you left me here alone. "I will try to fix you" I say in the mirror but I don't need fixing, I need loving.  I once felt so high above the clouds but now I feel so down, down, so low on the ground. I pray the light guide me home, where I do truly belong. My soul used to be ignited with such light, but I was told I was too bright, You didn't break my bones but you left me here alone.  "I will try and fix you" I say in the mirrror but I don't need fixing, I need loving.  I once felt so high above the clouds but now feel so down, down, so low on the ground. I thought I should love myself, but I had to let the thought go, As tears strea

  I see the snow and it has a certain glow, yet it seems I've never felt this low before. Before the age of four, I was something to adore but after, I was a bore no one cared for. Despite their constant lies, each time they lied a bit of me would die.  Each time they would abandon me, I would lose trust over and over. But now its Over, I never had a caring good family that i wasn't torn away from for no reason.  I feel like this should be treason.

  Rolled in under a white sheet. "No identity" says the Shadow-man And I wonder if he means in life or death.  I suppose he meant in Death but its all I felt in Life, Which is more like being dead and forgotten on the inside, But being fake on the outside do that you would never know 

  Maybe to heal my broken heart, I have to be re-ripped apart. But if that is so let me do it with my own shard. for at least then it my choice and for once I am in control.

  God gave all, God ends all, The first word and the last word cannot save my broken heart or ruined spirit. Like the fire my mind spits burning embers, the fire from hell burns but No angel can save me now. Ruined by my own accored, Trust built and Trust broken. Equally give and Equally take, But still it seems only Pain is to be lef tin my wake.  perhaps if I were to sleep in a lake God would cleanse me and help me realize my soul is only His to take.  Jesus died for all our Sins but even so if I were alone He would die for me again, there is no Gain only Faith. Somtimes a lost sheep gets slaughted but it wanders off on its on accored. Perhaps I was always meant to burn, so just let  me go already, Confirm what I already know and strike the match before the snow. Perhpas God will reincarntae me into a beautiful doe, or perhaps I will be doomed for an eternity or more. Just answer me this...What is the point?  I'm ruined beyond repair in a way you can neither compare nor understan

 A wondering soul, A lost heart. Fade,Fade Fade away. No bruise just screams on the inside, Just pain on the inside. Fade,Fade Fade away. The tears which you never see, Stain my heart. Let it be,  Let it be. A soul with No Identity, Lost,Alone and Afriad. Bleeding like the stinging cut, bloodied like the sharpend blade. Let it be, Let it be. Perhaps with torn identity, it is time to fade. So offer no aid! it is too late, today is the date.