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 Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 5:53 pm
I'll be posting more or less everything I have written. :3
From Poetry to Short stories!
[WARNING! I just recently made this account after quitting a recent one. So if you have seen any works by Hiya_iTsmehh, and these are the same. No worries, it was only me.]
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:02 pm
Ҝєєῤ ɱҷ Һєȧʀτ βєȧτɪɲɡ ███████████████████████████████████████
As I lie here in this hospital bed,
Tubes in my arms, a pillow under my head,
I start wonder what's the point?
After all, I'm just rotting in this joint.
All I know is...
I got to keep my heart beating.
Keep my heart beating.
Your hand is in mine,
I smile as our fingers intertwine.
The smile is forced on your face,
there is a pain I wish I could erase.
I have to be strong,
Though I don't know how long.
All I can think,
while my hearts continues to sink...
I got to keep my heart beating.
Keep my heart beating.
My mother? You got to love her.
I have a brother, but he's much to busy with his significant other.
My dad? He's awful rad.
Those jokes he uses to make me smile? They're really bad.
My boy friend? He's a different thing altogether.
When he's there, I feel light as a feather.
His encouragement keeps me going.
His bright green eyes.
They are the stars in the night skies.
When I cry,
he whispers such sweet lies.
"You'll be okay,
You'll live to see another day."
Because of him.
Even when my eyes are full of tears to the brim,
I got to keep my heart beating.
Keep my heart beating.
It keeps getting worse,
The pain, well it hurts.
The driver was drunk,
He hit me pretty hard.
All I know is, for him...
I got to keep my heart beating.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:06 pm
This is something I wrote randomly for a myspace blog post. Fear is like fire.
It spreads.
It coarses through my body,
It travels through my veins ,
It continues until it reaches my soul.
Fear.
It keeps us from our goals.
It blocks the way with a fiery wall.
Touch it, you get burned.
If you get through it
You are rewarded with the satisfaction,
That you beat the fire.
You conquered your fear.
You survived.
Sadly,
There are times where the fire is too hot.
The fear is too much.
It traps you, it keeps your there in a cage.
Fear is like fire.
It keeps you there until you find a way to get through it.
I'm still trying to find my way
My way out of the fire.
I will survive to say,
"I lived through the fear."
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:12 pm
Another one I posted for a myspace blog post.
Spectator
You stand there looking out the small window,
You see your 'friends' going about their lives.
A spectator, you don't go trying to live your own.
Nothing to do today
Life is going away.
Nothing to say.
You try to smile but eventually you have to let it fade.
There was nothing behind it.
You're friends throw a fit.
You never want to do anything,
You only want to watch life through the others eyes.
A Spectator.
Spectator, watching life pass you by.
It keeps waving and yelling to you "Hi!"
You choose to only watch, and ignore the words.
Watch.
No risks, no nothing. Watch the life through lifeless eyes.
You listen and scoff at all the lies.
Some say that life won't hurt.
Other's say it's painful.
You don't want pain. But it's life.
Life isn't fair.
A spectator will know this fact.
See it. Breath it, listen too it.
Life hurts.
Doing nothing with yours is worse.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:21 pm
This is a work that I wrote for a writing contest and won third place in. :] We must Surrender the battle, not the war The camp was quiet, and freezing. The soldiers sat in groups of five or even more then that too keep warm. The war...was not going the way they had hoped at all. In fact they had lost over half their men in battle, and about a quarter of them died from disease and the cold. All of the men's spirits where low, not one high. Not one of them sure that they would survive. It was the the sound of death when a bell rang out. They knew it would be time too fight once more. But how could they? The ammo was depleted by a great amount, the survivors weak.
"Men arise! We must meet battle again!" The General said loudly, even in his voice, you could tell he had no hope for victory. Only more death, maybe his own, too end this cruel nightmare. "Arise I say! Do not lay there as lazy bums would! Arise!" He commanded praying they would not give up so easily.
A man stood, but he was the only one. The only reason he even choose too stand was to speak for he and his peers. "General, must you force death upon us? Must you? We all have families! Some have children, parents, siblings! We do not wish to die! Please I, we as a group, beg of you." The man took a deep breath knowing that the General would refuse the offer. When he did, the man would be killed by the warriors. Then they would set out, too surrender themselves! "Tell the British we surrender. We are weak, and can do no more. Other then maybe, possibly make it home to our dear families." The man begged, his breath coming out as fog from his mouth, his eyes stayed upon the General's as he stood, trembling.
"Surrender?" The General asked watching the man now seat himself back into his huddle trying to become warm once more. "We are Americans! We do not surrender! Do you wish too let all we have fought for die? Dare I say! You must be with the Tories now! Well I swear! We will not surrender! Arise so we can fight you cowards!" He yelled, though when the men rose, picking up their poorly armed guns aiming at him. The man wished he had surrendered then and there. Shots rang out, the last that would fire that fight.
The man who stood before looked too his comrades and nodded, taking a pole where the flag was, and replacing the flag with a white cloth in surrender. The stood, weak, leaning upon one another marching forward each taking turns holding the flag of surrender as they met the British army.
The men where taken in by the British, since there was so few only about fifty, and feed them. Making them fight. The General laid in his cold undug grave, as the war for independence continued.
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