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My love told me it is the last day on Earth That everything we have done was in vain Our history, a mess of nearly lost tales Of a species that blindly walked off a cliff She said many awful things out of sadness That we might as well never have met or loved Instead, I told her it is the first to live The first to recall old mistakes and forgive The first to stare at the shy, sparkling stars The first to adventure and earn some neat scars The first day I have had in a very long while To make a joke and win your approving smile Because if by any chance I should succeed While holding each other tightly enough to bleed Then it woul

Now I must address a certain misconception About my behaviors and intentions. There are a certain few out there Who claim that I do not care And dance in a great bloodbath. Please, do not confuse me for Wrath Just as the child cries at the broken Lego, I am distraught when I crumble San-Diego When I shake it just too much With my enthusiastic touch. I may not be the best steward Yeah, a few heads might get severed And a few cities might succumb to shocks Like the many figures in my great sandbox. But that's why it's your calling To keep this world spinning For the master to do as he pleases Until the time that he ceases. And

To me, the world is but a strange man, and I to it. We pass each other by and say "hello" and ask about each other's day, But we are wry bedfellows; constantly suspecting and plotting. With our knives in the shadows, veiled villains in a grand masquerade, Hesitant, searching for weakness in the human mirror. Are you naught but a doppelganger, a mockery of my magnificence? Or am I your ghost, deluded in existential wishful thinking? I am, I am not, I care not. Your purpose confuses me, but this much is unobstructed, Mine is to prevent yours, for we are fated enemies Set on the theatre of the universe, let all watch, let all listen,

Here we stand on the crest of the mountain That leads into the great infinity. As I take in the view, questions fill my mind: How shall we be remembered? What will they think of our sacrifice? Will we be seen as heroes or foes; protectors or destroyers? Will they value our bravery, our fervor? What about our reasons for fighting? Will they be respected? Though troubled, I banish these thoughts. It does not matter what the next generations think. Let us be villains and murderers; terrorists even. Let ours be the hands of devastation That almost plucked the delicate flower. It is enough that we did what we felt was right. It is e

We said we would be together through day and night, Unperturbed by the variability of life, Unchanged amongst the turning of the great cycles. All except one particular cycle, one far too short for you. Just that unimaginably wretched rotation That always takes life from more than one. So here I am with the love that belongs to you. Love that seeps through my cupped hands That I pour all over your sacred ground. Love you will never receive but I freely give, Like the flower's nectar, never truly mine. As I lay on the ground near you, Snow gently falls from the skies. Let it fall and bury me here in your presence Here we will b

Do you see the moon in the sky? Do you see how brightly it shines when the sun is gone? Though it is easily obfuscated by the sun's confident brilliance, The moon does not waver from day to night. It loyally holds its place in the sky And only shines brighter when the sun grows bored. I will be your moon. While I may not bubbly embrace you in public Or be the warmest flame in your life The one who tells the funny jokes And makes the party the best it can be, I will watch over you after you have passed out Listen when you breakdown in tears Be the rock in the frenzied ocean storm That you may find yourself holding onto for dear l

Endless monotony Every rolling hill and lonesome tree, The same. Always the same. The rock I stumble over, each time, every time. The rough climb up and the calm descent. Gazelessly staring at it all. The taunting lukewarm smile of the sun Does not reduce my weary Or break the illusion of progress That sets itself in my mind. Neither does the mild nature of the clouds Placate my troubled disposition Or provide an incentive to entertain tedium. A true test of patience and waiting. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I reach the crest and look beyond. That tree always there standin

It's funny how some praise fate when it smiles upon them Some foolish thing I used to do, like wishing under watching eyes. Destiny is no more comforting than the blade I hold against my heart, But know that it's for you, it has always been for you. I will show you with my last breath what a selfless death looks like. Only for you, but only because of him. One life may not be inherently worth more than another, But yours will always be immeasurable in my eyes. I only regret that I never told you how deeply I felt And that our love was never consummated. But that won't prevent me from making up my mind. Sex is only a metaphor for my

Hope is the girl who sees a full glass of water when there is but a drop. The one who dreams of singing with a worn throat. The boy who imagines love and comfort in a world of abuse and rage And awaits the chance to be to his kids what his parents were not to him. Hope is more inspiring than her cousin, optimism, and also less rational. She always does her best, even when there is no reason to do so. The golden smile with the few awkward missing teeth, Everything does not need to be in place to make her grin. Hope is the vision of the blooming flower when presented with the frail seed. It does not take into account the harsh truths o

I place my bow on your open heartstring and quietly strum. There's a part of you that needs to be heard. I may have no right to play you like this; you may not forgive me for it, But I hope you understand someday, sometimes we don't want what's best for us. You have so much potential, it would be a shame for it to go to waste. It's okay if you hate me for this...I deserve your hate, But I have to do what I feel is right, even if you disagree. I thought we were destined to be, but you have more important work to do. Some things are more important than love, even true love. I never appreciated how much pain emotions are capable of caus

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