With hearts sublime, they do take flight.

Into the darkest depths of night.

Their weapons readied, set to fire,

Their footsteps silent through the mire



The trap is sprung, the enemy caught.

And through the dismal night they fought.

Blood spattered the starry skies.

And with it poured countless lies.



The blood-red sun rose across the plains,

There were too many losses, and too little gains.

And with their hands bloodied, and their uniforms singed,

A Battle has been won--and a War now begins.



And as they left the battlefield,

The wind seemed to whisper to the remaining some;

Injustices left alone and undone--let them end you,

One. By. One.



But these words did not stir them, and not too late,

Those fearless soldiers finally met their fate.

And with their chins held high, they marched into war.

It was ****, or be killed, and nothing more.



And they were, one by one, struck down with cruel blows.

Slaughtered mercilessly, while mocked by their foes.

And as their lives ebbed away into the soil below,

They knew there was one last code left to follow.



Then the night was filled with the thrums of song,

As they hummed their last words, smiling all along.

Their words slowly faded, heartbeats gradually died,

As their spirits soared into the Heavens On High.



"I've served my faith well, and that is my relief,

I've filled the hearts of each child with belief.

And as my soul finally fades away into the skies,

I know blessed are those who believe, for indeed they shall thrive."



And the old general sat, as he'd often do.

And pondered in thought, over who had served who.

Then his eyes swelled with tears as he realized the truth.

"They died not just for their country, but for us too."



His sad red eyes closed as tears fell to the floor,

"They lost the battle, but their peace was restored."

With army cap in his lap, and a quill pen he bore,

He wrote the first tales of those brave men before:

When I was young my parents told me I could be anything I want and to do what I love, but as I got older I realized what they meant was that I can be whatever is financially stable and acceptable in society. But I can’t help think…what’s the point in that? Spending my entire life working up until I become old and frail, and only then can I do what I love? By then the motivation that I feel now to go out and enjoy my life will be gone. And even if I do feel any motivation to go out and do it, my options will still be limited due to my age. I don’t see the point in waiting around to enjoy my life because isn’t that just the point? To be happy, to fulfill your dreams and goals? I don’t understand it. Am I just a fool to believe what my parents told me? What everyone told me? I don’t want to have a paycheck dictate my life, is that too much to ask?

I am the flame,
I am the fire.

Sparked from chaos,
Fed off hate,
I can either illuminate your path,
And guide you through the darkness,
Or destroy your life,
Engulfing everything you hold dear in my fiery glow.

I am the flame,
I am the fire.

Admire me at a distance,
Just don't touch me,
I leave scars,
But time heals everything.

I am the flame,
I am the fire,

When the time comes,
I will flicker and dim,
Nothing left but,
Glowing hot coals,
But I will not be forgotten,
For the dark, musky smoke that rises ,
Up from my remains,
Bathes everything in,
The unforgettable scent,
Of fire.

Everyday I ask,
How could it be,
That someone like you,
Could fall for someone like me.

Holding your hand,
Looking in your eyes,
First time I notice,
They're as blue as the skies.

Not one for love.
Before I met you,
But you stole my heart,
So I'll steal yours too.

I come to you,
With my heart on my sleeve,
Isn't it amazing,
What love can achieve.

I love you,
And that's all I know,
You say you feel the same,
So lets take it slow.

Standing there,
With your lips on mine,
Loving the moment,
Feeling tingles up my spine.

Without you,
I'm broken in half,
My world is shattered,
Without your laugh.

Everyday I ask,
How could it be,
That someone like you,
Could fall for someone like me.

You know, I’ve lied to myself. I’ve said every day, someday, someday your wish will be fulfilled and you’ll retrieve everything you’ve ever wanted. But here’s the reality, and oh, how much I loathe it. I’m not anywhere near where I want to be. I’m so far away, it is agenizing to sit here and just know that my heart may have this gaping hole for all eternity. It is just crazy to want something so intensely, that you start to believe you’ve gone completely insane, and I do so feel it! What does this mean? Does it mean that I am in fact insane? Or am I just falling in love with my fantasies?

There are days when I wake up, and I’m so confident! This is your day, this is your time, nobody not anybody can ruin it. BOOM! The curtain closes, end credits, it’s done, over, you’re immediately brought back down where you originally came from. I try, too. No, I don’t give up. I guess hope is what I’m gambling with. Hope can bring so much excitement, yet so much disappointment. When I see right in front of me something that makes me want to combust inside, I don’t want to lose that hope, because I rely on it.

It takes nearly all of me to get through something this complicated. Take love for example-hell I don’t know what the **** that is. Ask me about love and I’ll just respond, “Hearts and cuddles, kisses and snuggles.” I have no idea what love really means or even feels like. But lust, oh yeah I know exactly what that is. Love and lust battle one another. Oh, you love me? No, you lust me. Love I’m guessing has no real meaning, but a feeling. You probably can’t describe it, and maybe that’s why nobody really knows what it is until they experience it.

Lust, I’d say is 99% of what we feel towards another person. It is a fog, it’s there for a little while, then it is all gone. It’s a lie, it’s not love. It manipulates you, it is ecstasy, but it is also hell. When you say to me that you love me, I by no means can believe it. You lust me. You like me. You have interests, but it won’t last. And when that fog of lust surpasses, all of it is consumed and forever nonexistent. So if I was to allow lustful feelings to blindfold me, I’d only be leading myself into a heartbreak. I’d be lying to myself like I have been lately.

I say to myself, self, you are not in love, you are in lust. You don’t know what you’re doing. It is possible you are right, but you cannot ignore the possibility that you may be wrong. Don’t stop dreaming, but don’t allow the fog to trap you. Life is a maze, and you have no map. You’ll never know what’s lurking in the shadows, but what you do know is that you provide your own light, and with your luminescence, you will get to your destination safe and sound.

So stop lying to yourselves. Don’t give up hoping, but do try to see through your lustful ways. Dreams are not just for sleeping, you have all the power within you to make them real. Of course it’s difficult, life is a puzzle. So what are you doing just sitting here? Go and search for those pieces, and work hard to fit them together. No amount of hope is going to make your dreams come true alone, you have to partake in some effort or it’s just lusting all over again.

Gone**

A word I can't comprehend,
A word I can't bear to hear,
Because it singnals the end.

Why did you have to leave me?
Why did you go?
I feel empty of love,
And full of sorrow.

How can this world continue,
Without you here?
When I see your face,
It tears me apart.

Crying doesn't help,
It doesn't drown the memories.
Shutting out the world,
Doesn't help the agony.

I miss you so much,
That it hurts inside.
I just can't forget you,
Even though I've tried.

I want you back, to hold me,
People tell me to move on,
But how can I,
When you're gone?