You ask me, 'what is courage?'
Courage is seeing the hail of fire that surrounds you;
The flashes of light that blind.
Projectiles that score flesh and bone,
Sending red rivers splashing through the sky.
Courage is seeing all of that and staying on to fight,
Simply because there are those who cannot.
A beautiful girl, a sight to behold.
An innocent smile, a heart of gold.
So begins the story, each time it is told.
The ending leaving you, bitter and cold.
Your “soulmate” leads you into her bed.
That’s how she traps you, with lovely legs spread.
Desire and lust dominate your head.
Spellbound you agree to whatever is said.
Her manipulations are a mastered art.
As her trusting victim, you play the part.
She promises to love you with all her heart.
And with sick satisfaction she tears you apart.
From this trance you eventually awake.
That’s when you discover, trust is a mistake.
Your wonderful woman was a scheming
She Really Doesn't Understand by xxXxBrokenxAngelxXxx, literature
Literature
She Really Doesn't Understand
She really doesn’t understand,
How you treat her the way you do.
She loved you more than anything,
She thought you loved her too.
She dies a little more each time
She sees you out with her.
She cries herself to sleep at night,
Then dreams that you love her.
You used to tell her she was pretty,
And how you loved her more each day,
Now she’d give anything,
Just to have you there to stay.
You don’t see that she misses you,
Each night the pain gets stronger,
And when she finally talks to you,
She wants it to be longer.
She doesn’t really understand
why she loves you so.
You were her one and only,
She had to watch you j
I knew it. This was it. I was going to die. No one had to tell me, and I didnt need a doctor's opinion. It was quite simply the way I looked qnd behaved that morning. I stared into my eyes for hours to be sure what I saw there was real. And I can say without a doubt that the doom that lay just behind the thin glossy surface of my eye was one hundred percent true.
I could see the hopelessness of my own predicament in the reflection in the mirror. Even my reflection could see it. She gave me a brief smile to let me know she understood and was there for me. I gave one back and walked out. I knew everything about my death. I saw it all. I even
All our lives,
We are built up,
Only to be torn down.
In school,
We are taught to get good grades.
To attend a prestigious college,
And get a good job…
But all of this is just puts into debt,
For jobs that don’t even exist.
At home,
We are constantly compared to older siblings.
They have a good life,
Filled with achievement…
But as the younger siblings,
We will never be good enough.
In magazines,
We are told to be pretty.
To wear the latest designs,
And be skinny…
But what happens when it is taken too far,
Ending up with us hurting our bodies.
For competition,
We are told to be the best.
To come in first place,