|"I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear. "|
- Nelson Mandela
Confession: The Other LoverMy heart is racing, my hands are shaking.Confession: The Other Lover by tanikel
Forgive me for this letter, love.
My heart is breaking.
This affair has been heavy on my heart.
You deserve this confession,
It's tearing me apart.
It's not you, it's me.
Isn't that how it always goes?
Lover, I hope you understand my plea.
We met some time ago
And I fell so damned hard.
I just...I felt that you should know.
She's the drug in my veins,
I can't get enough, I'm mad with desire;
It's time to break these chains.
I came home last night,
but I never really left her place.
Please lover, understand my plight.
The pull has become impossible to resist -
I have to go back, I NEED to go back;
I've fallen for this terrible tryst.
I've had my chance to roam,
But shes calling my name baby;
Its time to go home.
I have a lover on the side...
Her name is War,
My combat bride.
What do heroes taste like?"What do heroes taste like?"What do heroes taste like? by CasualtyOfWar
Was a question that rang in my head.
Do they taste like freedom?
Do they taste like sweat?
Di they taste like candy,
Or fresh baked cookies right out of the oven?
Do they taste like heaven?
Do they taste like hope, dreams, and peace?
Do they taste like freshly picked fruit?
Or bitter, sour things?
I wouldn't be able to tell you the answer.
For every answer is different for every different person.
But for me:
A hero tastes like...
For that is the only thing I have ever seen a hero experience...
No cheers, no wine or beer, no cake or happiness
just tiresome work that brings nothing but pain.
But they do it anyways, for you and for me.
So that, hopefully, we will never have to do what they did.
"Heroes Taste like tears..."
was the answer I was given.
I TriedA man happened upon me while I paid my respectsI Tried by CasualtyOfWar
He questioned why I cried
To him I answered:
I joined, because actions are louder than words
But I failed to make a difference.
He scoffed slightly, and belittled me:
What did you expect, when you wield an instrument of death? Your fight is useless.
You only destroy everything, and never save anyone.
I looked right at him, no longer mourning
And what have your words done for mankind? Your talks of peace?
Have your words fed those that starved? Have your words brought families back together? Have they quelled the rage of those who wish death upon their fellow man? What have you done, you who belittle my actions?
While I did what I thought was right you criticized me, my every move.
Saying I should've done this, or shouldn't have done that.
Yet you stayed here, safe in your little home. Spouting random facts,
Saying I kill and die for an economical goal. A secret agenda.
To you, I may not be right
But at least I tried