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Hear meHey there, can i pass by a hundred times in front of you
at least that way you might notice me that i exist,
but then can i also smile at you?
so you can smile back at me.
Hey hey listen,
I have something to say
your smile makes me happy
your voice makes me sing, sing, sing.
I've been always looking at you from afar
trying to catch your attention
but you're surrounded by many that no matter what I do
I always end up here
looking and dreaming for you.
It's Everything For MeAm I asleep am I awake or somewhere in between.
I cant believe that you are here and lying next to me,
Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined.
Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine.
Truly, madly, deeply I am
Foolishly, completely falling
And somehow you kicked all my walls in.
So baby say you'll always keep me
Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you.
Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed,
And wake you up with all the words that I still haven't said,
And tender touches just to show you how I feel,
Or should I act so cool, like it was no big deal.
Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this,
or put this day back on replay and keep reliving it
Cause here's the tragic truth, if you don't feel the same
My heart would fall apart if someone said your name.
I hope I'm not a casualty.
I hope you wont get up and leave.
Might not mean that much to you,
But to me its everything
Unromantic LoveLove is happiness...
Love is smiling when you hear that person's voice...
Love is the butterflies in your tummy no matter how many times you see that person...
Love is when you look at them and smile for no reason...
Love is seeing an imperfect person perfectly...
Love is painful..
Love is hard...
Love is sacrifice..
Love is sadness..
"Can I live without the happiness? Can I live with that sadness? I don't know...I don't
know anything anymore."
Well.. To tell you love is when a Mother wakes up in the middle of the night just to breast her baby.. That's the true essence of love.. Valentine's Day don't need to be ROMANTIC.. It's just how you feel happiness and contentment to cherish you're special someone. ~(*O*~)
The New CrimeaFrom China's people'd farms and towns
To the dark-Dnieper flowing broad,
A tramp and growl of war resounds
And planes sail o'er children awe'd.
For distant Russia stirs from sleep
And clears the snow about her head.
Now awake from dreaming deep
To build a wall with Western dead.
For common man with no fear or sloth
Let out a message high and bold;
To join with Europe's peaceful oath
And break the Russian stranglehold.
Fair Europe girds her children well
To stand with sons of Cossack men
And send the Russian down to hell
And face down Barbarous hordes again.
For we in Europe long abide
And fight in Western brotherhood
Against the cruel eastern tide
Where once the lauded Teuton stood.
GoJust run don't look back, you already did that enough times to give yourself whiplash. Drop everything and just start running, it's your turn to finally start getting what you want. So don't just sit there and do fuckall like you always do, do something else for fucks sake. No matter how much it hurts don't stop, it'll get better; it always does it just takes time. So get the fuck up and go.
a network of lines that intersectOne May morning
I was stumbled upon by my soul,
my body splayed in a curl of light like the petal of an iris.
10,347 or probably less poems
beat in livid hives beneath my skin, my skin fishing
for a less-offensive rug to teach it the art of braille.
I left ridges in the dirty argyle as I woke, 10,009 braille
death threats composed to the drug of morning
injected, red, into my tired eyes as if by the fishing
hook my soul
uses to catch the shimmering poems
skittering like flighty koi-fish in the iris
of the universe (blue/green like earth). My iris
is scored by the astronaut prints of 5 years ago: invisible braille
smudges left by my soul as she writes scripture in the form of sestina poems.
is the scroll from which that soul
reads, one leg dangling over the precipice of my pupil, fishing
as I do, now, with my hands in scalding water. I am fishing
for the exact shade of my father’s favorite red iris
in the burning steam emitting from the sink. I feel my soul
touch herself i
LIRIA CRUSADERSIn this world, it is not like your own
For in this land sat a king on a thrown.
Though this man had a kind face,
Behind the castle walls, peonage took place.
The king thought himself a powerful man
And enslaved the entire Zotairak Clan.
The Zotairaks’ leader, whom once stood tall,
Now sat under the king as his personal thrall.
This way of life lasted for many centuries,
Building up some rather terrible memories.
Finally one day the Zotairak leader had enough.
He rose up tall and yanked off his cuff.
With his mighty voice, he roared to his clan,
“Come brothers, come sisters, and come forth woman and man!
Together we will fight back for our land!
We will be free of this pain, free from this misery!
We will break from this evil penitentiary!”
So the battle began and soon turned into war
Ending only when neither clan could fight anymore.
Though, this war was far from over. This they all knew.
The Zotairak retreated across the sea to Feiaras to plan their next move.
The Found, Dead OnesThere once laid a village in ancient caves,
ravaged by time and touched by sword,
yet the First Ones stayed in their homes,
For an eternity, they slumbered,
their homes carved out of cold stone.
Their forms, once stout, are now slender,
their skins grey and the air held dust.
Ravaged by time and touched by sword,
nothing of value remained in the rooms
and deciphered texts told very little
save for references of siege and disease.
What once filled these caverns were
works that inspired wonder and
displayed their might, but now
they lay crumbled and forgotten.
No one knew who ended the First ones
And the elderly creatures held no answer
nor would they care about
the First Ones’ plight.
DragonMy eyes are flame; my breath is flame;
Everybody knows my name.
If you seek fame then come to me:
I'll make sure you die famously.
I ate their sheep; I'll eat you too.
Believe me, I'm not scared of you.
Your pretty lance is just a thorn.
Come test it on my blackened horn.
Your sword is naught more than my claw.
I'll crush it with my iron jaw.
And, should you make it past that point,
I'll rip each fragile limb from joint.
To round it out, I'll burn the rest.
How's that for an end to your quest?
My girth is greater than your house.
To me, you're just a little mouse.
Let's make it clear: You stand no chance.
To me, you're just a pesky ant.
So bring it on, you hero, you!
I ate their sheep; I'll eat you too.
Die Tryingwhat the hell did i do, to never ever try to do better?
When have my exceptions always surpassed my expectations.
My worried woe's hold me back,
Try, try again strapping boy you,
For the World will rely upon your wisdom and misguided fortunes.
And forever be the day you shall never forgive,
the day you forgot to Remember. Just to try, and try to do better.
Because the thought of One-thousand tomorrows will never meet the time,
those worried, forgotten yesterday's promised.
Robert J. Price Jr.
The Haunted KnightI have a tale I'd like to tell,
A story dark,
With bloody end and bitter smell.
A story, in truth all about me,
My guilt laid bare for all to see.
After wars and battles, and so much blood,
I laid my armour in the mud.
I threw my sword to the lake,
And holy vows I chose to take.
A silent life inside a cell,
With holy books to make me well,
No steel skin to save my bone,
But hooded robes and a life alone.
Rest my soul to avoid temptation.
My heart was lost,
In a place so dark,
So deep, a place so vast.
I was a soul alone,
In some place unknown,
Devoid of love and as cold as stone.
My first battle had been a hard won thing,
And ever after, guilt did sting.
Men who died screaming upon my blade,
Men I crushed underfoot in mud now laid.
Men now dead, by my hand,
Men who lay, while I now stand.
One freezing winters, silent night,
I stood alone by candlelight,
My troubled thoughts whispered by,
Devilish tongues who heard me cry,
Who smelt fresh blood upon this so
One Last ChanceHis thought of getting ready for anything,
his thought of getting succeeding.
Abusing the power and knowledge
was the biggest wound to bandage.
The missions that he proclaimed
for him it was easy and game.
Now he imagined to be a king
but imagined to be nothing.
He felt wrong and hurt all the time
and felt losing the happy moments and time.
Watching his failures from the beginning
was full tears that has no ending.
Now he accept all that failures
with all his heart and fame
but some people won't stop laughing
laughing at this same human being.
He tries to climb the mountain filled with his dreams
and tries to put back the life that he seems.
All his failures and pains was gone
but that one last chance was also gone.
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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