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The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Awaits alike th' inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,
And made to sound all soft and sappy
just to keep the children...
Feelings
I can't express
My world feels oppressed
Feelings
My chest is compressed
I feel depressed
Feelings
Always supressed
Have to impress
Feelings
No one by my side
Hide them inside
Feelings
To always curl up
Can't...
The longer it takes
My heart it bakes
This thing…
I see the days
I feel the nights
This thing…
As sure as the sky is blue
All my heart wants is you!
Friday nights –
The mad, bad streets,
Pacing, thinking, wishing, seeing
Cold nights, tipsy, hot blood –
Deep dives and long drives,
Strange, loud, high neighbors.
It ends on a Saturday morning
Sleepy, Saturday...
I wear a mask to hold in place
A painted smile upon my face;
But underneath this outer shell,
Lies hidden deep an inner hell
Each whispered word- a silent plea,
Yet no one sees the ghost in me.
My head is filled with...
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little...
Always, always, keep moving,
Even when the world stands still.
Keep moving, traffic only watches
Legends in motion, chasing the thrill.
Eyes may glare, voices may shout,
But forward is where the brave will go.
The parked...
A funny old bird is a pelican.
His beak can hold more than his belican.
Food for a week
He can hold in his beak,
But I don't know how the helican.
Ruby;
Like a sweet childhood song
I know you so well
But I still
Can’t get enough
Ruby,
Like the deep blue sea
I’ve seen you a thousand times
But you’re still
My favorite sight
Ruby,
Like the...
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound...
"You made me act
that way," he says.
"If you didn't say that,
I wouldn't have done it to you.'
"I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to."
Look—
I hit you,
but you just made
me so...