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The problem with heroesThe problem with heroes
The world could use more heroes.
From soldiers to firefighters to those who stand up to bullies,
there seems to be a shortage.
Why is this?
Why do the heroes seem to disappear, leaving us with selfish, greedy monsters.
It's because they're selfless.
A hero puts others' well being, others' lives, before their own.
A hero would take a bullet for someone who would use others as shields.
This is the problem with heroes, and why they are disappearing.
They're too willing to give their lives for those who don't deserve it.
This is why we need more heroes
The quiet onesThe Quiet Ones
It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for:
the ones who sit in class, doodling in their notebooks.
Alone they're harmless and keep to themselves.
But don't be fooled, their brains are a flurry of activity.
Put two or more of them together, and you'll wonder what the heck happened.
These "quiet ones" start talking, start plotting.
They've planned each other's brutal deaths....multiple times.
They've discussed the zombie apocalypse....and how they'd start it.
The end of the world has four backup plans....to ensure its demise.
And you can almost guarantee your death has been penciled in for next Tuesday.
So be careful, 'cause it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
Mein Feind/My enemy (WWI German/English)Mein Feind
Mein Feind ist nicht intelligent,
er ist dumm.
Mein Feind ist nicht freundlich,
er ist grausam.
Mein Feind ist nicht einen Arbeiter,
er ist ein Tier.
Mein Feind ist nicht treue,
er ist ehebrecherisch.
Mein Feind ist nicht mutig,
er ist feige.
Mein Feind ist nicht mitfühlend,
er ist gnadenlos.
Mein Feind ist nicht einen Bruder,
er ist einen Barbar.
Mein Feind ist nicht einen Sohn,
er ist einen Krieger.
Mein Feind ist nicht einen Vater,
er ist einen Soldat.
Mein Feind ist nicht loyal
er ist verräterisch.
Mein Feind ist nicht einen Mensch,
er ist ein Untier.
Mein Feind ist nicht einen Recke,
er ist einen Schlachter.
Mindestens hoffe ich so.
My enemy is not intelligent,
he is dumb.
My enemy is not friendly,
he is cruel.
My enemy is not a worker,
he is an animal.
My enemy is not faithful,
he is adulterous.
My enemy is not brave,
he is cowardly.
My enemy is not sympathetic,
he is ruthless.
My enemy is not a brother,
he is a barbarian.
My enemy is not
Brainless pt. 1Brainless pt. 1
You tell me not to listen you your conversation...
~As you're talking loudly in front of me
(and i have my headphones in).
You tell me to stay out of things that aren't my business...
~As you talk crap about me or my friends
(and you always butt into my private conversations).
You say "SOO?!!" and tell me that you don't care...
~As i try to make a point or stand up for someone
(and then you continue to talk at me).
You're the reason the dumb-blonde-cheerleader stereotype exists.
A promiseA Promise
You've taken away everything:
~My family, my love, my life.
You've broken oaths and struck me down:
~I'm just an obstacle in your way.
You're going through life your own way:
~A path of hate, a path of pain.
A promise means nothing to you.
Well i'm making a promise to you.
I will tear you down.
I will break you, crush you, and make your life hell.
When you're begging for death, i'll know i have succeeded.
When you're lying, twisted and broken on the ground, i'll be satisfied.
I can't be deterred, for i have nothing to fear.
Pain means nothing; death is trivial.
I have nothing left to lose: you've taken away all of that.
You have made me what i am; you've defined me.
Anything that happens is all on you.
I'm on my way, and i will find you.
That's a promise
Barbed WireBarbed Wire
It doesn't shoot a metal ball into your chest,
there are guns for that.
It's not thrown,
that's bombs and grenades.
It won't crush you,
tanks do that quite well.
It doesn't burn your lungs,
gas takes care of that.
It doesn't leave deep gouges,
bayonets handle that.
It won't deform your feet,
leave that to trench foot.
It doesn't eat the corpses of your brothers,
rats will gladly do that.
Instead, it traps, snares, and entangles.
It cuts, slashes, and bites with its rusty teeth.
A wall of wire leaves soldiers vulnerable,
ready to be cut down by machine guns.
It impedes progress, mires advancement.
An already slow front slows down, the stalemate persists.
Millions dead with only a mile to show for it,
the stalemate does nothing but kill.
Barbed wire accomplishes nothing but death,
like this war...
Missing YouSince I woke up today
I've been struggling to breathe.
Choking on your name
Asking you not to leave.
It happened again,
I saw you in my dream.
I'm still trying to catch my breath
Trying not to scream.
I need to wipe these tears
I need to blur your face.
Force this heart back into gear,
make it regain its normal pace.
So I'll go get my pills
And I'll bring out the liquor.
Keep on lying to myself
Saying "today I really don't miss her".
But I'm haunted.
Can't get you off my head.
I wish that I would die,
For you to be the one suffering instead.
Why did we fight that night?
How could I let you drive away?
If i knew that you'd been drinking
I should have forced you to stay
is the anniversary of your death.
I've been trying not to think of you,
But I'm crying, still short of breath.
I take out my wallet
Where I still hold your picture.
Wondering if I'll meet you soon
Thanks to this pill and liquor mixture.
But I feel nothing
I've been drinking this all morning
My heart still hasn'
HeldWhen you took me from my petal
and cupped my frailty
between your hands,
it was like my chrysalis was back
and I am changing again.
It was just as warm as I
paintbrushed your palms
with my monarch wings.
You opened up your smallest fingers,
and I saw five hundred facets
of your child's eye.
I saw every angle of your innocence,
I saw the sheen on your corneas
when you flitted those threadbare wings.
I saw the shoebox with corners
like a prism.
And your call was so loud
when you carried me home.
And I witnessed
your five hundred pins,
and five hundred books.
With five hundred fingers you
pinched me out,
and held me to brutal surgery.
I can feel my death like pollen
on a candy bar.
I only ask that you start
with my insides.
Bow and Admit DefeatDo you know how dreams fade?
It starts with a train wreck
that you can't take your eyes from
and ends in a shipwreck
that is never again seen
My goal in life; is simply to be
I left my dead dreams behind,
but there are a few hangers on
and none left alive
If I write you a songEveryone is talking
About how you want to make it big
That you want to be a Rockstar
That you've already booked a gig
You've always been so beautiful
But never content with who you are
Think you deserve to have the spotlight
And to be married to a Star
They say that you want someone
who'll sing for you in front of the whole world
Who'll dedicate you all his lyrics
Who will scream you were his girl
What if I wrote you a song?
will it change the way you look at me?
I wonder if it'd take me like long
Can I use this love to form the perfect melody?
Use the rhythm that you give my heart
A fast tempo like the way you make it beat
Turn these feeling into lyrics
That can make this song complete
I might never be a Rockstar
People will never know my name
But I promise you that no one
Can love you quite the same
I've never been good at singing
But I will scream this to the world
You will always hold the spotlight
If you decide to be my girl
Everyone is talking
That you want to be a star
One Last KissI'm always thinking back to us
Mostly happy showing love..but other times just loving to discuss
Yeah these words we loved to cuss...never making a big fuss
We hurt each other to make love...that's just how it was
Loving, hurting, playing games..the heartaches were a plus
A relationship that's so fucked up..but..baby that was Us
But you stayed stuck on that mode...of just wanting to hate
Complaining about the small things..from clothes to the food that we ate
So to please you..I started working so late...13 hour shift from seven to eight
And you hate that I'm home and I'm barely awake...we wont last at this rate
I just want to make you happy..but things begin to complicate
We start hiding..and lying and begin to deceive
Until the foundation of our relationship were the webs that we weave
But you've finally had enough..and decide that you'll leave
I hurt and I grieve...without you..its just pain i receive
But all I need is one more kiss...so I can start to believe
Yeah..I just want one
Cupid's RevengeWhats with me?....I just can't get rid of this frown
And this sorrow keeps swimming in this liquor...and it just wont seem to drown
Proclaimed to be the King of this game...but I've seem to of lost my crown
Because every time I decide to give "Love" another shot..I keep getting shot down
Maybe Cupid is mad for all the hearts that I've Broken
Maybe his wrath is What I have awoken
Well It seems that his goal is to make sure that my heart becomes shattered
And make sure that all the pieces are scattered
Maybe that's why He wont let me have any girl that to this heart actually mattered
The one girl that I love is becoming estranged
And I'm sure it must be all because of Cupid's Revenge
Making our story be like Romeo and Juliet..must be his way to avenge
To give me a perfect girl..who easily takes away my breath
Just to realize..I can only have her..If we have a tragic death
Nothing like the First LoveThere's nothing like the first love
And those early signs of bliss
Where heartache's still unheard of
And all you lust for is a kiss
When we're still so innocent and pure
Think with love, this world, we cure
But we're just so immature
Gave our hearts away without really being sure
There is nothing like the first love
No one could ever take their place
We may come across pure beauty
Only to find perfection in their face
And the thickness of their lips
Combine to form a perfect smile
Leave our hair standing on its tips
Nothing like the first love
Even if one day we grow apart
We will always keep the memories
And a special place for them inside our hearts
Old FriendHello there again, my old friend
I didn't invite you, nor I ever do
How long will you stay?
Or will you ever go away?
Have you been here all along?
I thought you were gone,
Will you prove me wrong?
As long as you're here,
Don't come in too near
Keep a safe distance,
Find your own place
At the edge of the room
At least when I'm all alone,
I know I can find you at my home
Always by my side,
Willing to be my guide
Like an unsound ghost,
Providing company when I need it most
But I wish you would let me be,
And give back my eyes to see
I'm falling when with you,
How do I know what's true?
Perhaps I gave you an invitation,
And it wasn't just your manipulation
But never would I ask for such an intrusion,
That brings nothing more than empty seclusion
No matter how far I push you away,
I fear with me you will always stay
Whenever I think it's going to end,
There you are again, my old friend
Forgive MeEight months.
It took eight months to tell the truth.
It took eight months to tell you why I attempted suicide.
It took eight months to say what haunts me.
It took eight months to tell you what I went though.
What he put me through.
I told you and you got mad at me.
I told you and you yelled for it.
I told you and you stabbed me through the heart with a single glare.
I told you... And I don't know if you'll forgive me...
Please, my love, forgive me....
Don't caveDon't Cave
When they tell you to jump,
stand firm with two feet on the ground.
When they try to knock you down,
stay standing and don't give in.
When you're on the ground,
jump back up, don't let them get you.
And when you're beaten, bloodied, and on your knees,
don't cave. They haven't won if your mind is your own.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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