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Stand Up and FightThe pen is mightier than the sword
But actions speak louder than words
So stand up and fight
Or sit down and write
Either way, day or night
You gotta fight for what is right
No matter how impossible the odds
No matter how hard the jobs
You have to man up and make a change
Even if your idea seems strange
All ideas seemed wrong at the time
But most have changed peoples' minds
Like the world being flat
Or raw meat giving birth to rats
If you want to change the world or make something right
All you need to do is fight
The Last SurvivorsThe night the dead did rise
The world was filled with cries
Begging for help and mercy
They knew they would become zombies
If they were bitten
So there was no quittin'
They banded together and gathered many tools
Anything that could kill the shuffling fools
2x4's, axes, knives, batons, and guns
The prepared wore armor so heavy they couldn't run
They used swords and hammers since they don't use ammo
Was there a way for them to get bitten - NO
They lasted longer than anyone they knew
And then they knew what they had to do
They went city to city fighting until they grew old
Their weapons grew too heavy; their armor too cold
They stayed locked up until their food depleted
Removed their armor, but their bones couldn't be heated
So they picked up some sticks and stepped outside
And were swarmed upon by a murderous tide
WaitingThree doors down at the end of the road
there is a little old lady living in her lonely abode.
She waits day and night for her love to return.
She sits all the while too broken to mourn.
She used to know her love would never come back
but the strain on her heart made her mind crack.
Now every day is the day after he went away
but he will be back; it will all be okay.
He promised her that he would be fine
but a tractor trailer can't stop on a dime.
The trucker missed a stop sign and hit the man's car
so the love of her life is now in the stars
always looking at his wife with tears in his eyes
until the day they rejoin in the skies.
Missed OpportunityI feel so broken
Lost and confused
These words, unspoken
Leave my mind abused
I feel so humiliated
I've wasted too much time
I'm so exasperated
Covered in the grime
That is my misfortune
My mind in a typhoon
The door to your heart is closing
I can't prop it open
I can't find my voice
Feel as if I'm chokin'
I have no other choice
I say goodbye to you
But only in my head
There's nothing I can do
These words are forever unsaid
The Tyranny of ManInfinite pollutants filling the air
Holy men caught having affairs
A rising epidemic of obesity
And a nation of childhood diabetes
Murderers and rapists free on the streets
Child pornography at a million seats
People torturing animals who can't fight back
Meth and crack are no longer whack
Countless species extinct because of us
Making cocaine and destroying rain forests
Mobsters never found guilty at trial
And all these people living in denial
The idiocy of mankind has reached its peak
Our children's tomorrow is looking so bleak
The Old DaysWhat ever happened to those good ole' days
When kids actually went outside to play
And you didn't get a cellphone as soon as you could walk
Back when phones were just used to talk
Not text, play games, and surf the internet
When it was good-hearted fun for you to bet
When you respected your elders even if they weren't right
When you didn't get sued after having a fight
And the loser didn't come back for you with a gun
When you were expected to stand up for yourself, not run
When it was okay to kill someone to protect yourself
Back when you weren't judged by your wealth
Back whenever men weren't supposed to cry
Way back in the day when it was an honor to die
While you were performing your patriotic duty
When children didn't make out for fear of cooties
And people tried to help the old and homeless
Today's generation seems to have forgotten all of this
We need to teach them to dwell on the past
Or none of these ideas are going to last
The ImpossibleFor you I would do the impossible
I'd make milk out of clay
And staple water to a tree
Anything to show you what you mean to me
I would go to hell and back
Invent a time machine just for you
So you could go back and see all you missed
Or stop the first time we kissed
Anything to make you happy
And enjoy the life you live
Even if that means never meeting me
But, baby, can't you see
If you did that you wouldn't get a time machine
And you couldn't fix your mistakes
So just stick with me and let me do
All the impossible, just for you
The Gallows of HeartacheAt the gallows of heartache I will be hung
My love and praise will never again be sung
For you've stolen my heart and, now, my life
I'll have no more of this endless strife
This strife of mine for companionship
It is finally over, I can finally quit
I'll have no more hopes, but no more fears
So goodbye my sorrow, goodbye my tears
I should thank you for bringing my death
And I shall upon my final breath
Because I have always loved you
Even though this is all you could do
To let me feel this love for you no more
To make me feel better than ever before
Peace awaits me at the gallows of heartache.
White CanvasWhy, does the very thought of this
Bring out a cold uneasiness into me
Is the change good, is the new slate pure?
Is this really free from the all the defilement
That I have brought into myself
Was I weak? Am I even strong now?
All I know now is that..
I was nothing before...at least that is what I made myself
But now....I think I have finally made myself something
Finally just finally
I made me
I made the colors I wanted
They are splattered, bright and flamboyant.
Even missing the canvas completely
I finally released it
I made it imperfect
Goodbye : )
Keep Going"Smile Through the Pain"
Can you see it? I am happy-I am alive
Can you see it? The scars of a thousand words
I am still going
I have been brought down
But for some reason the one thing I am sure I can do
Through the tears, through the agony
Because one thing is real
And I am no longer letting YOU take it away from me
Hollow FighterHollow Fighter
What is it that you want
You want me to stop and drop everything for you
You want me to stop believing in myself
To make it seem like you did all the work
I am done with this mess
"I did not tell them to do this."
Stop with your lies
I finally confirmed this
You were the person behind this all along
You sick person
I trusted you
I loved you
I cared for you
Thank you for teaching me a lesson on how evil people can get
I am done now-and now moving on..~
The Desert RoseWith eyes the colour of the cloudless sky,
And hair like mighty dunes of sand,
She moves elusively and yet with such grace;
It is a dangerous sort of beauty.
Her eyes snap sharply into mine,
Whenever my gaze lingers a second too long.
Her stare traps mine own in place and so
I stay there frozen with fear... or is it awe?
I would love to tell myself
That such a flower is not meant for me,
But I would only be lying to myself
Because I love the thrill of the game.
I truly do admire her spirit,
Like the Great Pyramids it stands tall,
Against all odds,
Never bending an inch...
A fascination overwhelms me even now.
Can I even hope to keep up,
Or has the game already been won
By the Desert Rose?
Sudden Realization.Sudden Realization
I finally faced the fact that you don't love me
I don't know why it took me so long to see
Your actions, your words
Yes they were my cure
But I soon saw the hidden meaning behind them
I know you were only trying to help
To save me from myself
But really I am now much to vain/selfish
To let you continue this
I am not saying stop talking to me
Because that is far away from what I want
I fell in love with you
But please understand, I don't want to be apart of a schedule
Of your caring
Keep in mind I love you so much
In fact I always will
But see me for me
Not what you know I can (and should) be
Trusted SecretThe words you said belong only to me
I won't let anyone have them
I will protect them, cherish them
People will ask over and over again
So they can dig up your past
So it can define you
I am not one of them, can't you see?
I am not hiding behind a mask of falsehood.
I am right here
There is no one else
I am always here to help carry the burden you are so desperate to hide
You just got to let me.
I am always here for you_
Did I Lose it?I remember this, better than I should
I try and forget, erase it from my mind
But it comes back-just as I knew it would
I become frightened because the very thing I am hiding from is myself
I wish I could tell you this
That I am crazy and you should stop wasting your time
But everything in me wants you to still be around me
I know now though, that you don't plan on leaving me
But this sickness-this evil in me
Will not accept the fact that you will be there for me
But as I write this-almost in a pleading voice
Please don't leave me...
Words of GlassWords of Glass
You got what you wanted
I can't believe I trusted you
Not only that but I gave you the chance
I done with chances
This time I am not turning back
Of course you will think:
"She will come back-she always has"
I am done
Playing your game, believing your lies.
Have a good life, without me in it.
(not like you cared much to begin with....)
You.Why is it so hard for me to tell you.
That I adore you.
That I am a mess really.
That all I look forward to doing.
Is talking to you.
At this point I would do anything to tell you.
How much I do.
But of course my nervousness continues to shake me away.
From what I want.
I will keep trying.
I will keep trying.
I Hope to See You AgainAlthough we're apart,
no matter how far the distance,
in my mind and heart
we are forever in this instance:
We're locked in a passionate kiss,
running our fingers through the others' hair.
If I only had one wish
I would have stopped time right then and there,
but now you're gone to a far away place
and I'm still sitting here...
I'm always thinking of your face
but I won't cry another tear
since it can't bring you back
from your home in the sky.
I want to bring you back;
it's not that I lack the will to try
it's just that I don't practice necromancy
since I've read Frankenstein...
Instead I went down to the pharmacy
and I had them give me a line
of the strongest pill they own.
Now I snort it all up
and I reached for the phone
to call 911, but I don't pick it up.
I'm dying really quick
from an overdose.
It's not that I'm mentally sick,
I just want you close;
I want you by my side again.
Let it be heaven or hell,
suicide might be a sin
but it will do me well
if I'm able to see your face
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