Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,
but to those whose wrists wore slashes.
Their words lacked a semblance of formality,
but were meant for those with abnormality.
The message was for all those whose pain was immense;
it told them it was time to rise, Rise Against.
Rise Against the injustice and pain.
Defend the memory of the slain.
Stand for those who are helpless.
Always try to be selfless.
Work hard for better futures.
Treat the world's wounds with sutures.
Rise Against their pseudo-perfection.
With music, they gave us direction.
Do not let yourself be tame.
Do not give in to their game.
Fight back, but not with violence,
and do not live in silence.
Rise Against the corrupt regime.
They are not as strong as they seem.
Live only by your moral laws.
Stand up, stand out, embrace your flaws.
Arm-in-arm, we make a wall.
Together, we can stand tall.
Rise Against the fanatic;
those whose beliefs are static.
They fear our success, our progress,
and so it is us they oppress.
In time, my suffer
My DreamDear: ReaderMy Dream2 years ago in Letters
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I have a dream. A dream that I know I will one day accomplish, and when I do, I will have you to thank for it. Yes, you, the one reading this. You see, my dream is all about you. In fact, I suppose that you could say my dream relies on you. I understand that this may seem confusing, so let me explain.
My dream is to become a writer; a famous writer!
My dream is to inspire dreams, and to encourage imagination. To teach, and to be taught. My dream is to connect with the world around me, and to share with it what I believe, and what I treasure. So let me stop, right now, and tell you...
Thank you. Thank you for taking the time to read my words, and to live my imagination. Thank you for supporting me; for telling me what you love and what I can improve. It is your support, your words, that keep me writing, and therefor perusing my dreams. One day, when I reach that dream, I will have you to thank for it. Thank you.
I was blown away, recently, seriously mind blown! I was on one
The Five People You Meet On EarthWe are mortal. We are not everlasting, and our journey must someday come to an end. Whether that someday be next week or in 50 years, it is never foreseen or wanted in the slightest bit. We, in our youth, roll our eyes at the mere mention of death as if we are invincible when, in reality, death is as real to us as it is to a cancer patient. Death is the top feared in the world, above all else. What is there to fear of death but the pain of losing someone, though? We've all had that someone whom we assumed would never leave us, but is now nothing but an unadorned memory. In my case, this was my grandfather.The Five People You Meet On Earth3 years ago in Emotional
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"Hey do you want to come? We're going to visit Grandpa in the hospital," my mother said, rather loudly. My grandpa had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and this was the first time my mother invited my brothers and me to come along. I hesitated, debating whether or not to go.
"Uhh... I don't think so. Next time!"
How was I to know he had only one short month left?
ForlornCriss-cross, applesauce.Forlorn2 years ago in Free Verse
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Look at me! Sad and lost.
Ripped and bruised and all cut up,
Who will clean my palate off?
Engine, engine, number nine
Don't doubt me, I'm just fine!
Hide my wrists and legs, oh dear!
Ignore me now and just stay clear.
One, two, three, four
Always coming back for more!
Sliced up nice and glued again,
Who would ever be my friend?
Five, six, seven, eight
Who can keep their thoughts straight?
Run and jump and scream and fly,
Please just stop--stop being shy!
Pattycake, pattycake, baker's man!
Youthful dreams that go kablam!
Hardened soul and ripped out heart--
Poor, poor you without a start!
Ring around the rosy,
I feel warm and cozy.
No more, no more,
Why'd I let my heart soar?
Hope is gone and dreams are torn,
And I can't help but be forlorn.
Numbed down now and can't look back,
Killed inside with one big thwack!
9/11I know that you're a stranger,9/112 years ago in Personal
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But I want to hold your hand.
As we fly away from the flames,
And we'll scream before we hit land.
Nobody knows my name or yours,
They just know that we're dead.
Would you rather burn to death,
Or will you fly instead?
It's such a shame that this happened,
Things will never be the same.
What gives them motivation,
To help them fly the plane?
We're looking for a reason,
Only heaven knows why.
We can look away and forget all this,
Or we can face the sky.
Have you ever woken up at night,
And felt like you were falling?
Well, this time it is real,
And you won't wake up in the morning.
So, why don't you take my hand?
We can get to know eachother as we jump.
It's much better than burning,
All the blood that my heart pumps.
We'll be famous and remembered,
But the survivors will be heroes.
Nobody will know our identities,
They can't find the ones and zeros.
But as we paint the whole town red,
Strangers, holding hands,
As we break the paper chain,
And snap the rub
Song of PainOne note is all it takesSong of Pain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
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For the heart to break
To tear apart your soul,
So that you are no longer whole
The pain becomes music inside of your mind,
The only place that you can hide
The melody takes the role
Of the sorrow pouring out of your soul
Slow building harmony
The melody which takes its toll
On the happiness that it stole
As the hurt becomes too much
You reach out to touch
The only instrument used to console,
And the only one to bring control
The crescendo builds; you can't hold it in,
So then you begin
To play the silver blade against your skin,
Like the bow across a violin
As the music swells,
Red pours forth and tells
Of the song of pain,
The only way to explain
The music lulls,
The pain dulls,
And you feel calm,
While rubies fall into your palm
As the music dies
Tears spill from your eyes,
And you realize by song's end,
A pair of scissors is your only friend