In the arms of the Lord they lie.
In the hearts of their loved ones they stay.
Those brave Soldiers who fought and died for us.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning.
We will remember them!
Why should I be any less than Why should I be any less than Me just to see if you can make me more than I KNOW I can be!!
Last words in this worldIf I'd have known the last words exchanged with you
Would be so casual yet so true
I'd have made damn sure you felt my love
Not just heard the words as I wandered off.
Poem for my DadTime cannot go backwards
To the memories we once shared
Looking back on everything
We're glad the memories are there
We love you more than we can show
And knowing you're not there
Is killing us all inside
It's more than we can bear
But we will get through this
Because you built us strong
Living life without you
Just feels so wrong
You need to take good care of us
From your home now in the sky
We will meet again one day
But for now this is Goodbye
Miss you DadMy life's upside down
My heads in a mess
How can they tell me 'this is for the best'
One day you're there
The next you're gone
When will this nightmare end?
When did it all go wrong?
What I'd do for you...I'm strong enough to walk away,
but weak enough to let you stay.
I'm smart enough to see the truth,
yet dumb enough to follow you.
I'm wise enough to help you through,
and scared enough to protect you.
I feel your pain with every tear,
even if you don't want me near.
I'll be here til the end of time,
'cause I am yours and you are mine.
I fall for you more and more each day,
I guess that's what every mother would say!
The Confusion of HopeBored of being lonely.
Scared of being hurt.
Building walls around me.
To protect my longing heart.
Waiting for the right guy
To help me feel complete.
Where are you when I need you?
You barely even speak.
I want you to be the one for me,
The one to scale the walls,
The one to sit beside me
As the rest of my world falls.
I know I'm wishing for too much
On someone I don't know.
But maybe if you looked my way
you could take away this woe.
You SmileYour smile is always in the back of my mind
Giving me the hope that one day
I'll be able to kiss those lips
That made that smile
That gave that hope
If I...If I told you I had feelings for you
Will you run away and hide?
If I told you how deeply I care for you
Will you look in my eyes and lie?
If I told you I know its love unrequited
Will you comfort me while I cry?
Would it ruin our friendship to hear my words
or should I keep it all inside?
For my Daughter
From the moment I saw you
I knew with all my heart
I'd love you forever
No matter how far apart.
As I sit here with you
Staring in your blue eyes
I still can't believe it
You're really mine.
I watch you sleeping
I hear you breath
When you start crying
I'll tend your every need.
I am nothing without you
My life will never be the same
For you are my Daughter
And that will never change.
after the explosion
are these suns,
a faint projection
from an unreachable darkness,
And then everything is simultaneous;
the entangled mess,
And maybe it's all about editing and being edited-
The pilot painted across a desert,
A desert painted across the pilot.
Or the holographic drift, a surface reflection-
The expanse outside echoed inward,
Jagged orange treelines over the firefly black like someone holding onto a woman
(or the memory of a woman).
Or maybe just the T.V. relay
as I struggle to sleep,
from both dimensions
glowing and whispering:
The horses of your apocalypse/the apocalypse of your horses.
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Fixing the damageYou feel damamged
Just like me
We can change that
We can fix each other
So don't give up
We need each other
Mary x Male!Reader
"D-don't you dare look at me!"
I jumped, scared. This ball of fluff----she was talking to me? With a shaky breath, I smiled uneasily at her. "Hey, now...I'm not gonna make fun of ya, or anything."
She blinked, and looked up at me, her eyes shining a bright red. "Y-you won't?" "Nope."
The girl's name was Mary Kozakura.
And she was like a puffball, ever so innocent.
"___! There you are!" Mary looked down at me, smiling sweetly. She was holding a tray, with various yummy-looking food treats on there.
"I-I made these for you, actually..." She was blushing. Wow, she's actually blushing!
"Thank you, Mary." I went to grab a small treat, when suddenly, Mary accidentally slipped on her own two feet, making the treats and tray fall and break in a quick, rumbling earthquake.
We were quiet for a moment, Mary covered in sweets, me looking at her from the couch, gaping.
"I'm so sorry, ___! I didn't mean to do that!" Mary began to stand back up, but fell
glass in the throatthere's something about that
hollow quiet in the night
that bite of air
beneath the clouded moon:
something like calm words,
falling through the gaps
between stained teeth
something like a dull thud,
a stumbling fawn
bruised by a wheel.
something about that
clinging crowding darkness
a sweet invitation:
prey on us sinners,
at the hour of our death.
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,
that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead.
It isn’t true.
It’s said the stench of hell infects the earth
and healths of heated blood are downed.
But Hamlet lied.
The dead know nothing, the living less.
There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;
souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
Visions of Snow FallingVisions of Snow Falling 10/22/01
I recall, I remember
this cold, bitter December.
The world was frozen, so were you.
Our kiss lasted moments
as the snow fell softly on your
shoulders, so burdened and heavy.
Our embrace was endless and
our feet never touched the ground.
The crisp wind swirled all around
as we floated over the ice of
memories made... of memories forgotten.
I recollect a warmth that
emanated from you? From me?
Nothing melted that day as she walked away.
I never saw her again as my past
comes and goes, and this vision
consumes me every time it snows.
Arcadiai. You know how sometimes you want to be a playlist for someone? To be a fifty-three minute and forty-five second track on ambiguity, longing and nostalgia. A homemade mixtape they’d take with their late afternoon drives, when the borders between the dusky setting sun smudge into the perfect shadowed sky. You’re not there with them; your scents not intermingling with each other. But somehow, they’re closer to you than the salty and sugary wind you breathe, while thinking at the same time whether or not they’re in their own world; their own genre.
ii. And maybe it’s because we’re all gripped with a little bit of hypergraphia that goes vomiting on every awkward angle we have. An intensified gripping of intra-fireworks display only happening in our own ossified skulls. It’s thinner than a paper-thin margin how exhales of exhaustion could immediately turn into staccatos of hysterics.
iii. Yet that’s the imperial of music: multi-handed