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.
How to Live in 2015Be born. That’s the easy part.
Beg for new toys or take someone else’s.
It doesn’t matter. Being selfish as a child is normal.
Being selfish as an adult is normal.
Get dirty. Stop taking everything
so seriously. You’re going to die.
Don’t worry, everybody does it.
Don’t fall in love, love is not a hole
to fall into. Run into love, headfirst.
Bite your tongue until
you can taste the word no.
Give away your secrets under a pseudonym
for someone else to sell.
Chop off your arms and legs to pay for college,
realize tuition rates doubled.
Get a degree. Find a job. Hate your job.
Find a vice. Keep it closer than your breath.
Find God in an alleyway.
Lose God like a set of keys.
Die and be reborn as a memory.
Die and be reborn as an afterthought.
Die and be forgotten.
Forgotten HallsAn ancient, sprawling maze to me,
Familiar as I grew;
It housed the rise of many
And saw the doom of few.
Never did I stop to think
Of those that came before;
All I saw was my own path,
My own tracks on the floor.
And now I see it once again
Its age making it new,
Strangers faces alien
The air of nineties, too.
I stood there when they tore it down,
Laughing with my friends.
Not once did I stop to mourn
The era come to end.
PastRevoke your “was”–
Consign me not to “had” and “did”
But rather “does.”
I contain the infinite
–”Contain,” not “contained”–
And speak, soak, suffer, sit
In tongues newly-born that strain
After mine and sense that my
“Lives,” “breathes,” “dies,” “loves”
Expand into multitudes greater than
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
Things they don't tell you.Thngs they don’t tell you about losing your grandfather on a Tuesday night:
When you wake the next morning, you still
need to get out of bed in time for work, you still
have to shower, dress yourself, eat breakfast, brush
your teeth and hair;
and when your mother calls
to check in, you have to comfort her because she lost
her dad last night;
and when you call your grandmother
your voice cannot waver lest you upset her, because
she lost a man she's known for seventy years and even
though she would never hold it against you, you still
feel obligated not to cry;
and when you sit down
to do your job, you will have to do it with all your heart
because if you can
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
The Doner 7/27/15
I've had a good life.
I have no regrets.
It's time for me to die.
What will be my legacy?
These are things I wonder.
How will I be remembered?
Who will mourn me?
Have I done enough?
Did I appreciate the air I breathe?
So I made a decision.
A choice of the heart.
When I die I will donate
parts of me.
Parts I hold dear.
If in the future I can be helpful
to someone who is without - that will
be my purpose.
My corneas, which helped me view beauty
and ugliness in this world.
I will give to someone who can't see.
Maybe they have been blind all their
life or maybe it's new and it kills them.
If I can give them a glimpse of what
I saw then I will die with a grin on my face.
My lungs ( although I had asthma and suffered
occasionally when I was young ) could
breathe new life into a child or
a person with emphysema.
Maybe they will be thankful for a second chance.
And finally my heart. Which now beats faster
knowing my fate. I don't wish to die.
But the cancer is coursing throug
Is It Love?If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
an atheist's prayerdear god,
i planted no tulips in autumn
and no tulips came in spring.
how silly of me, then
to mourn the empty garden,
to long for fields of amsterdam,
to kneel at night in cold dirt,
i’ve learned there is
a certain ache in lacking
a thing never had, that small itch
whose relief is two seasons past –
so god, if you can hear me,
know that i am homesick
whose name, like yours, i know
but whose flowers i cannot see.