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Fly, Fight, and WinFor those who live
for those who die
to show the world that I could fly
Those 8 long weeks
I fought and screamed
Each long day, a week it seemed
But now it's done
the days have passed
the running cleaning, getting gassed
I've paid my dues
and done my time
to fight for this country of mine
so now it starts
and I begin
to finally fly, fight, and win
Friendship's MightA power found within the self
will always rise to fall
But power found within your friends
will rise above them all
For what you died...We all will die, our time will come,
that day we fade from under the sun.
But in the end, you shouldn't care
about your death, the how or where.
So stand up tall and show your pride,
for why you fought, for what you died.
Mother's dayThis morning, this day, you are the star
Shining so bright and reaching so far
We come to thank you in this way
for all the things you do and say
To thank you for your loving smiles
your caring touch, those extra miles
We'll love you now and till worlds end
for we know you're our godsend
And though we fight from time to time
you're still my mother, mother of mine
DreamsWhat are these visions, these worlds unknown,
these countless scenes, the places we're shown.
Fields of laughter, trees of fun,
we run and play out in the sun.
Loved ones passed, we watch them die,
with shattered hearts we sob and cry.
From our lungs we curse and scream,
hating the world for what we've seen.
We shiver, clutch our hearts and shake,
Hoping, wishing, praying we'd wake
They make us smile, they make us weep,
the things remembered once we sleep.
They make us scream, they make us shake,
those things forgotten whence we wake.
And though they're not quite what they seem,
they feels so real, the worlds we dream.
Love and Tolerate - RevisedAll you haters, once called friends,
with whom we once laughed and had fun.
We'll love you for who you once were,
and tolerate who you've become.
Love and TolerateAll those friendships, now a blur,
memories of laughter and fun.
We'll love them for who they once were,
and tolerate who they've become.
A WriterYou don't conform to the norm.
You push on through their hate and scorn.
You hold your ground as they attack
for still you have what they all lack
It's something special, what they lost
Something old, a terrible cost
So stand with me, we'll stand apart,
From all those brainless, with no heart
For we share in something unique,
We are us, not lame or geek
We stand together and stand apart,
through the passion in our art
A form so old, from times long past
Yet all those years it did outlast
We paint our art, with our words
painting a sceen of trees and birds
We both do, what most cannot
and in the end is what you sought
A place to be, with no threats
standing here, with no regrets
UnspokenFor the love
I never shared.
For the things
I'll never tell.
For all the secrets
Big and small.
For the times
I ignored the calls.
For all the words
I left unspoken.
I'm now drowning
In my emotions.
I Built A HouseI built a house
Of stone and sweat
Loftily held together
By thousand of memories.
Within my stone stock-hold
Held some piece of me
And I hoped
It would hold you too,
That it would embrace you
And you would see the beauty
To be found in its stony arms
Cracks and crevices.
And though try as I am
This isn't what you see
What your willing to believe.
All you see are stone walls
Surrounding an empty place
Blocking your view of the sea.
I built a house
Of stone and sweat
To hold you close to me,
Meant to be a home
For our hearts with windows
So we could always
View our sea.
But instead I built walls
And a house of stone and sweat
To build you a home.
Left BehindEveryone is constantly leaving
their wishes are coming true
I always feel like I'm grieving
are my wishes not true too?
The wind chooses to grace you
caressing you, making life a splash
but my path is not in view
and I am not graced, I am ash.
I was a beautiful blazing fire
flames so sure and so bright
but now they are dull and dire
nothing now seems right.
Everyone is moving on
leaving with such eager smiles
but I cry when they're gone
we're separated by many miles.
I may not have even known you
but I still wept when I heard the news
maybe I just wanted to leave too
but there's no new path for me to choose.
I'll be here, stuck in an unwanted time
wind will not caress me, I will be swept away
this sadness is like a never-ending slime
I just wish that I didn't have to stay.
You will not even think of me there
you do not even know I exist
I'll just flutter into nothing in the air
I surely will not be missed.
For I am always left behind.
ConfessionI never really expected us to last
Never truly thought we'd make it
Cause when I surrendered my heart to you
I was fully convinced you'd break it
Twelve and ThirteenIn that moment I knew we could never be, for you were Twelve and I, Thirteen.
Perhaps to some no problem at all, but for me and you, an invisible wall.
In a world where the numbers keep on going, Twelve and I were stuck: we were never growing.
For, you see, in a place like this, certain numbers can't live in a state of bliss.
Twelve was caught in a time of the past, while I remained caught in a time built to last.
He could not move and neither could I, for, you see, time always flies by.
Twelve was in his own realm, a dungeon of sorts; I in the helm, wearing all quartz.
But as time trickles down in uneven streams, even I, Thirteen, bursts at the seams.
Twelve watched on as the year wound down, and me, stuck there, about to drown.
I cried out for help to no avail, Twelve breaking down and beginning to wail.
And then, they cheered, those people down there, Fourteen descending down the stairs.
She was beautiful, glorious, just like me, and just like Twelve and what he used to be.
Rub'i of DisillusionYou ask of my health, and my well being -
I smile, reply; for what you are seeing
foreshadows what I am, disillusioned:
What I imagined in you... gone... fleeing
RomanticismIn the slightest ray of delighted light,
I hold my wetted savior to my eyes,
And think of all that once I might
Have lost in my strenuous tries.
Through beauty and agony I see
The confusion of smoky bliss
Even as it may only be
My loveliest hour and my last night's kiss.
The Wasteland Of Your YouthListen to the words that rest easiest in your heart
‘A boy is coming that will change everything
With seven shades of emerald green in his eyes
One kiss from his lips will end your suffering
And he’ll wake you with a whisper from this nightmare
Prising the hands of hindsight from around your throat
While endeavouring to burst these unwanted thought bubbles
Before they have even had a chance to float
He’ll help you prick them with his narcolpetic needle
So you can fall back in to the limbo of your dreams
Where each lake of loathing can lead to endless love
But only through a passage of patience upstream
Take caution though as the resistance of the current
Is akin to the resistance he feels from you
To open those brown eyes that you’ve hidden so safely
Behind the flooded wasteland of your youth
Un-CoupletThere are scissors on the floor;
They could hurt me.
There are baskets by the door;
They are the enemy.
There are claws in my thighs;
I feel them tearing.
There is light that will arise;
I feel it glaring.
There is whispering in my head;
I hear them calling.
There are sharpened pieces of lead;
I hear them falling.
I want to cry; I want to die;
Save me from my own sad lie.
Derpy's HeartWhether Derpy Hooves or Ditzy Doo,
every step brings something new
You bubbly mare of the pegasi,
how we love to see you fly
Flying, flying ever so high,
letting your wing tips graze the sky
And from the ground, we watch you soar,
yearning to join you, evermore
But from the kindness, of your heart,
from the sky, you then part
And as your hooves then touch the ground,
our hearts, again, feel safe and sound
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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