

Regretful HorizanOnce upon a time...Regretful Horizan
Two friends were furiously working on a project. This project, in their minds, had the potential to reach great heights, and do great things. No one else seemed to understand. Some even gave warnings that the goal they were attempting to achieve may cost more than it was worth. They attempted to tell the two that they had tried this before, and did not want them to experience the pain that awaited them. They tried to convince them that they may even harm themselves and others.
The two friends would not listen to these nay-sayers. No, these companions were determined to achieve something they belie


Let this beLost to your will Wandering in obedience Content in servitude Let this be where I stay Let me hold onto your words Let them not pull me away Let us all forget our wants For you know our needs For you know what is best For you know what I cannot For you know that I am unable To provide for myself and I cannot argue with you because you know that I am have been and always will be your servant child lover friend Let your works show though me Let your will control me I'm done clinging to the fLet this be


Dead MenHunched Bleeding What was the point? How did I convince myself This would be safe? Even hindsight Is blurred Smeared across the floor Only adding To the grime left By those who fell before meDead Men
I hear them Clawing at the ground Trying to escape their graves Some warn me Not to give up Give in Others Simply beg for help
The ground below me Becomes soft Weak With the tears of fathers of mothers of friends Comrades Of the fallen Draining their souls In mournful w


FreedomFinally free Crawling away from the shackles toward the light that taunted me for so long Every ray that reaches my skin Accepted with shock And unparalleled excitement The darkness had almost consumed me pulled me past Desperation To the point That I believed that the light Was a lie fabricated to make the darkness seem so much worse And as I wallowed In desperation I found it The key in my pocket It had been there all along I knew this once Long ago But too afraid to use it For fear of discoveFreedom


ImmortalYou give me paper. Do you fear that I will write on it; and ruin its blank beauty? Behold, for words hold beauty as well. Is it not that marks on this page would not ruin, but establish a connection between me? Between me, indeed, for these words are now my soul. And they will stay here, in my place, for much longer than me, for I am but human. Words... Words are immortal.Immortal
Fire may burn them. Time may decimate them, but they live on in the souls and mouths of those who see or hear them. They reside in memories, passed through generations, and float through the air on invisible waters. Marvels, they are, as they burrow their way d
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" I caught you're heart as it flying out your window, and I was wondering why you would throw away such a beautiful thing."
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" I caught you're heart as it flying out your window, and I was wondering why you would throw away such a beautiful thing."
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Next time you think you're perfect,
Try walking on water.
Sorry. I would have been here sooner, but the shiny saxophone of doom distracted me.
Don't be afraid to write. You can always rewrite it later.
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