SacrificeIt should have been me.Why did he save me, knowing he would die?I should have helped him,I shouldn't have left his side.But he gave his life for me,A coward afraid to die.Would I have done the same in his place?Just for the sake of survival?This was a hopeless battle, we lost everything.Yet he still had hope, hope to save the kingdom.But when it was lost, I saw his eyes turn dark.He lost everything he cared for, yet he kept on fighting.He no longer valued life, and saw that I did.He dove into the enemy, signalling to me."Run," He shouted, "Run as fast as you can."I did, but I was caught by the enemy.They took me prisoner, and I was executed.But the last thing I remembered,My last thought,Was the chance he gave me,Even though it was for naught.
DepressionI am one of the most painful things in lifePeople die before meAfter a hopeless battle of sufferingI corrupt every soul, Nothing is without meLarge or small, I always growUnless you're strong enough to break meWith my enemies happiness, joy, and cheerAgainst them I crumble in fearBut for now I sit in your heart,weighing down more every day,until something happy comes to mind
The Creation Chapter 1I wake up from a nap as my name is called from the intercom. "Lieutenant Morrison report to Command for briefing," followed by three other announcements calling for members of the 431st special forces."Great, another wild goose chase," I think as I comb my fur to look at least halfway presentable. I then exit my small room and run as fast as I can down the wide hallways, navigating all the familiar twists and turns.After sprinting halfway across the base I finally make it to Command. As I walk in I notice Captain Jameson, Sergeant Relm, and Lieutenant Grey, three trusted special ops soldiers and good friends. "So what's this all about? If this is our team then it's not some simple elimination mission." I ask, sitting down and putting my feet up. The commander walks in and we salute. "At ease troops. As you know, you are some of the most skilled operatives in the legion. A group was out on a mission when they picked up something strange on the radar. After further investigat
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
PrayerPlace your poemson the lips of angelsso you can teach their wingshow it feels to flyalways upward.Mark the summer eveningssoon to comewith the gracethat carried youamong us,warm and cherished softlyand know we will always placeyour wordsamong the stars.
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
RIP Paul Gray SlipknotPaul Gray:You were 38 years youngbut you've passed away.You have joined the Rev,Dimebag, Peter Steeleand Ronnie James Dio.Wherever you are,you are rocking out.Together you'll makeone hell of a band!While you rest in peace -look over your wife Brenna,and the babyyou were expecting.The pig,as you were knownfor your maskresembled one -you cannot be replaced.Slipknot, have hit the knot;Things will never be the sameagain.RIP Paul GrayApril 8, 1972 May 24, 2010
growththere is nothing more beautifulthan the softness of a manyou love more thanthe earth(shaking, geode),a face gentle in sleepand ardent in morning;there is nothing more beautifulthan the first breathof your spring,your blooming dawn,the incomingof nothing but you(blossoming, emerging,here,you flourish)—here,you are growingand transforminginto something new,and there is nothingmore beautifulthan that.
Rant on InflationRant on InflationInflationists.Listen, I know you guys take a lot of shit. And I dont want to step on anyones likes or dislikes.
So here we go.Im just here to address a couple of things about Inflation that really bug the Hell out of me, especially here on DA. If you dont like people bashing Inflation or Weight Gain or Blueberry people or whatever the Hell, I suggest you leave, because you probably wont like what Im about to say. Especially since this rant involves logic.Just a list of things about Inflation/Weight Gain/Etc. that are bothering me. These arent the only things that disturb me about it, but you get the idea. Starting with:1. The concept. - For those of you who dont know, the idea and goal behind Inflation and Weight Gain is to get a girl (and sometimes guy, but trust me when I say 99% of the time, its a girl) really, really, really, unrealistically huge by many different means. In fact, those dif
As Time goes On"TimeDevours life, and creates more,Like an endless hunger,it never stops,doesn't wait for anything,benefits the fast,punishes the slow,As time goes on,The world continues"