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Scarlet“Did you hear about the new girl coming in?” Leonardo asked Artemi one morning in the office. He was wearing his gray striped sweater and his jeans that were just a little too tight, but Artemi didn’t mind.
“New girl?” Artemi asked, feeding papers through a shredder. Today was her “clean cubicle day”, mot more than likely, she’d give up in about fifteen minutes like always.
“Yeah,” Leonardo said, leaning up against her desk, “Her name is Scarlet. She’s supposed to be in here today.” He took a sip of coffee.
Scarlet… Artemi knew instantly by just her name that there was going to be trouble. “Where is she coming from?” Artemi asked.
“California, I think,” Leonardo replied, “Napa Valley.”
“Oh,” Artemi said, shredding more paper. Napa Valley… Scarlet… California… Yup. The stereotypes were already popping in her head. Right as Artemi began
Fight With MeI'll be damned if I don't fight for you
Stand by my side and I'll stand by yours too
With a sword in hand and a fire in my heart
I'll tear the demons until they're completely apart
Look into my eyes and see I am true
For you, my love, it's anything I'll do
Hold my hand tight and help me fight to the death
And when the battle is over, we can finally rest
HomeFeel the wind upon my face
The Texas air makes my heart race
The green of the trees and clean air
"I AM HOME!" I do declare.
Mother at the gate with a welcoming embrace
Losing my bearings in the time of haste
Been gone for so long, I miss the soil
I am welcomed back to my land like a royal
The sun is bright and high in the sky
My eyes redden as I begin to cry
Tears fall in such a happy way
Long awaited has been this day
Time is TickingMy life will not be my own in two week's time
I have pressed my thumb and my name has been signed
I have taken an oath in tears tonight
My only choice now is to do or die
Sign awayTo do or die is now my only choice
I have signed my name and lost my voice
One in a million now one of a million
If I fall to the ground my head will flatten
Sharing everyone elses face
Wearing the same clothes with great distaste
Standing at attention with my back up straight
Running for miles, from my mouth cadance will resignate
Traveling to far off places across the land
With a pistol on my hip and a rifle on my hip
Gone for years with no seeing those I love
I hope to God my father is smiling above
With this choice, I hope I have Krishna's grace
I hope I obtain the patience of Buddha and learn to embrace
I hope I have Karma on my weary side
Before my mind begins to completely slide
Losing sleep each and every night
Thinking about the internal conflict and fight
Am I doing what I feel is truly my path
Or will I suffer at the hands of my own government's wrath?
Drop Down, Give me TwentyDrop down, and give me twenty
Sit-ups, push-ups, many many
Running miles, shooting guns
Exercise until I have sore buns
Gas chamber bringing tears to my eyes
Waking up before the sunrise
Three minutes to shower, three more to eat
Learning combat so not to get beat
Book-work, book-work, study, study
Mind and body will become sturdy
Graduate with medals, badges, and more
This feeling of pride makes my spirit soar
A letter...Dear XxWolfRocksxX,
I believed that I should make this, out of respect for you and your choice. Now I know that now with you gone that you won't see this, yet it's like talking to a ghost...they are there, yet not.
So, you never really did talk to me, but you did welcome me to DA when I was just starting. You were so sweet and you seemed to welcome me with open arms....I remember when we RPed as Tyler and Mitch, how you took the lead when I didn't know what I was doing.
I do say, I respect your choice to leave. Yet I feel as if I'll always be in wonder as to why? So many questions run through your head when you seem so lost....what if someone had told you not to leave? What if someone had stopped you and figured out why you couldn't do it anymore? How will we ever know the answers. I'm betting we will never know....but why should we know anyways? It's the questions that keep the world spinning don't they?
I ask all the questions yet I know y
Young man of dark skin
and brown eyes with love deep within,
marches on through the storm
to keep the innocent out of harm.
Gun slung over shoulder and knife in hand,
he defends to weak and helps them stand.
But one soldier boy cannot stand on his own
and will need a friend so he's not alone.
A young girl, of scarlet hair
has promised to stay close even when life isn't fair.
Never to leave nor to hide
for in her love the soldier boy can abide.
She'll hold his hand and kiss his cheek
to give him strength when he feels weak.
She'll carry him up hill and mountain top
and in front of fear she will not stop.
She will stand by his side now and forever.
You don't abandon the ones you love...never.
UsedI can never be free
Because the truth is you fucking used me
I thought you were the perfect love song
But I was dead wrong
I'm a mess
And that's all I'll ever be
I don't fucking sleep because of you
Because even in my dreams, destruction is what you do
I rather spend days awake
Then sleep and repeatedly break.
Tell me how you fucking sleep knowing you stole my heart
And tore it apart
I was tempted by your words
The sickest lies I've ever heard
Now I know
What type of person you are
You're a user
You manipulated me
I'm fucking broken don't you see?
And that's all I'll ever be
What the Black Keys Sound LikeI love the sound of a heartbroken piano
All the pains and the whines
Touched so gently
Then left behind
Oh, how I love the sound of a beaten piano
The cracked and missing keys
Always muttering "please..?"
My favorite sound is of a scarred piano
The last few keys it had
Were low, last breaths of a
Brokenhearted pianist who is not mad....
Minecraft in our heartsAdmit it. The first time you ever spawned, you didn't know what you were doing at ALL. You struggled to survive the harsh and hostile mobs. You got lost. You were confused. You were scared. You were lonely. But over time you learned from your struggle, your battles, and your loneliness. But you still never understood what your purpose in this world was. The truth is you THINK you know your purpose but you don't. You might think your purpose is to survive and defeat the Enderdragon but it's not; or to destroy the wither and keep the nether star to be honored for all time but it's not. You problably think I'm crazy, but I'm not. I speak the truth. To know what you're true purpose in this world is to find out for yourself. For I know what that is.
the death of a madmanI cringe when people say
"Laid to waste"
Whatever I got
Was only a taste
Much more vivid
Than any dream
Too good though it seemed
Back into earth
Had I earned godship?
Was this my rebirth?
My soul left my body
And spread far and wide
And my spirit, yes
Tears of joy it did cry
Seemed not to matter
It was suicide
In the blink of an eye
And the whole world's feelings
All at once when I died
Granted in death
They were stripped
I was thrown
Back into flesh
Lettre mortuaire de Liath« Lettre d'un mort.
Bonjour à ceux et celles qui lisent cette lettre.
Si vous la tenez, c'est que j'ai quitté ce monde, comme l'indique le titre.
Je m'appelle Liath Vindur, et ceci est ma lettre funeste, autant dire que ca va être glauque.
Cela fait maintenant 6 mois que je souffre d'un cancer, une forme particulièrement foudroyante.
Lorsque l'on m'a dit qu'il me restait moins d'un an à vivre, j'ai choisit de ne pas chercher à me soigner : ces médicaments m'auraient drogué et je n'aurai pu étudier correctement.
C'est égoïste, mais dans un ultime élan d'égoïsme, j'ai choisit de mettre toute ma tête et mon âme au service de ce que j'ai toujours aimé : la magie.
Je ne pense pas être un grand de ce monde, mais je ne doute point que mes écrits auront leur utilités.
Je tiens à m'excuser au près de ma famille, cacher ma maladie était le seul moyen de vou
Silent KillersPeople stand around..like everything ok.. it makes me sad someone would judge a person, but it maddens me to know that they don't know how broken that person is. there that girl whose silent. but not because she suppose to be.. but because she has to be.. everyone is louder.. even though the room is silent.. her words and actions are faked, faked to how shes suppose to be. can you not hear the screams? your deaf and its killing her, shes weak and its slowly is haunting her, like the fact shes always alone, but she wants to be, to show that she wants you to come to her, and you don't notice? she loved, she laughed, but now shes nothing more but tears and scars, her voice was beautiful before they made her silent.
WhateverYou didn't listen when I told you no.
Now you're in trouble, I hope you know.
Don't get mad at me for your stupid mistake
Only one time, that's all it'll take
You're an idiot for not listening to me
You dug your own grave, I'll just let you be
Just don't drag us all down into the dirt
You didn't listen to me you inconsiderate jerk
A simple "ok" would have sufficed
But now it's your sanity you have sacrificed
Goodbye my dear, I wish you well
But you probably don't care, so just go to hell.
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