Everything Will Be Alright by Forgotten--Memory, literature
Literature
Everything Will Be Alright
Close your eyes my baby girl
Don't listen to our screams
Just drown us out and go to sleep
I love you and sweet dreams
Tomorrow you will wake up
to a bright new day
Everything will be alright
I promise you, ok?
Your mom and I get better
as the night goes on
So when you wake up in the morning
Nothing will be wrong
Your Daddy will make breakfast
and listen to the news
and mommy will then pack your lunch
and remind you, "Tie your shoes."
You'll go to school and learn some math
and read a book or two
Mom and I will work it out
Because we both love you
I Hope You'll Be Waiting by Forgotten--Memory, literature
Literature
I Hope You'll Be Waiting
A little longer, I promise
I'll be there right beside you
Forever
I hope you'll be waiting
There we'll smile and speak
No worries in the world
Just the two of us
Forever
I hope you'll be waiting
I'm not finished
There are things I have to do
Then I'm done
Forever
I hope you'll be waiting
I know you are lonely
And it may seems
As if I'm taking too long
Forever
I hope you'll be waiting
But soon enough you'll see
That I will be there beside you
And we will be complete
Forever
I hope you'll be waiting
I am waiting for a day
When the world will be at peace
The sky will brighten
The oceans will calm
And the fires will burn out
Destruction will end,
Reconstruction will begin
Tattered clothes
Grimy faces
The physically unable,
Mentally unstable
Black, White, Blue, Yellow, Green, Red
All join as one race
That should have been together at the beginning
Rebuild the world from the ash
Tape up splinters,
Staple worn boards
Paint bland grey walls
Destroy every last image
Any memory
And Start a new slate
As Just a Single nation
With one Name
We will call it Earth
Voice of a Monster by Forgotten--Memory, literature
Literature
Voice of a Monster
~Kill him
It speaks to me
Quietly, quickly
Urging me to end it all
Slaughter the Murderer
Perform an evil deed
End an Evil man
Set an example
For the world to see
~He deserves it
Can I do it?
Draw my knife
Spill his blood
Hear his scream
Watch his life fade
~Think of your Parents,
Your Sisters,
It could have been them
Instead, your brothers
He took their lives
Take his In return
Plunge it deep in his chest
Feel the warmth
Blood over my hands
Sweet vengeance,
Harsh Scream
His eyes plead
Please stop
~Don't Stop
He wouldn't
The point made
Could it be?
I am the monster
He was before
I am the murderer
The same
Senior Year, Senior Year
I'm so glad you're finally here
Just fly right by I do not care
So I can leave, and be anywhere
Forget the books, the classes, and rings
Forget the memories, and everything
Erase me please, from that mind of yours
I'll remember you as I walk out the door
College is next, And I'll willingly go
Then I'll be on my way to a place I'll soon know
"The First Rule of Fight Club is, you do not talk about Fight Club!"
Tyler Durden's words rang throughout the basement, drawn in by the silent attentive members before him. I watched with eagerness as Tyler paced back and forth explaining his self made rules. I could still taste the blood in my mouth from two nights before, and I yearned for more.
"The Second Rule of Fight Club is, YOU do NOT TALK about Fight Club."
I clench and then unclench my fists. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. I can feel a man's breathing on the back of my neck. I wonder if he will be the one I will fight.
"Third Rule of Fight Club; someone yells '
The smoke settles and the dust lay still. The wind blows the limbs of the trees back and we see what we've accomplished. Before us, lying on the ground lay our friends, our family, and our foes. Before our enemy, lay their friends, their family, and their foes. All scream in terrible agony, questioning God, asking if he is still there, if he still loves them, and if they will make it to heaven. A lot of them pray, asking for forgiveness.
Even I pray, asking for forgiveness for the monstrous atrocities that I have committed. My rifle lays on the ground, and beneath it I can see drops of blood that flew to air to reach this area, thei
I will walk through the world, down the center line, through the busiest intersections, in the most crowded cities, and I will leave a path of destruction behind me. Where I travel will be easily followed by the trail of blood that I leave. I will paint a gruesome portrait of death from the entrails of the bodies that come into contact with me. When they try to stop me, I will laugh and run right through them. Eventually, I will be locked away by society so that I may be forgotten. I will continue my devastation of this world as soon as I escape. Everything will then run full circle, right back around.
Lately I've been losing myself. More and more I sleep, less and less I think or eat. I have given up on noticing the world around me. When I was more active I observed the world with curiosity and fascination. I enjoyed the simple pleasures in life. Laughing at corny jokes or smiling back at friendly faces. But now I feel as if I am fading steadily backwards. I have decided to forget the pleasures of life. I am ready to be forgotten. I want to fade backwards out of the light, away from life, and into the dark.
Everything Will Be Alright by Forgotten--Memory, literature
Literature
Everything Will Be Alright
Close your eyes my baby girl
Don't listen to our screams
Just drown us out and go to sleep
I love you and sweet dreams
Tomorrow you will wake up
to a bright new day
Everything will be alright
I promise you, ok?
Your mom and I get better
as the night goes on
So when you wake up in the morning
Nothing will be wrong
Your Daddy will make breakfast
and listen to the news
and mommy will then pack your lunch
and remind you, "Tie your shoes."
You'll go to school and learn some math
and read a book or two
Mom and I will work it out
Because we both love you
I Hope You'll Be Waiting by Forgotten--Memory, literature
Literature
I Hope You'll Be Waiting
A little longer, I promise
I'll be there right beside you
Forever
I hope you'll be waiting
There we'll smile and speak
No worries in the world
Just the two of us
Forever
I hope you'll be waiting
I'm not finished
There are things I have to do
Then I'm done
Forever
I hope you'll be waiting
I know you are lonely
And it may seems
As if I'm taking too long
Forever
I hope you'll be waiting
But soon enough you'll see
That I will be there beside you
And we will be complete
Forever
I hope you'll be waiting
I am waiting for a day
When the world will be at peace
The sky will brighten
The oceans will calm
And the fires will burn out
Destruction will end,
Reconstruction will begin
Tattered clothes
Grimy faces
The physically unable,
Mentally unstable
Black, White, Blue, Yellow, Green, Red
All join as one race
That should have been together at the beginning
Rebuild the world from the ash
Tape up splinters,
Staple worn boards
Paint bland grey walls
Destroy every last image
Any memory
And Start a new slate
As Just a Single nation
With one Name
We will call it Earth
Voice of a Monster by Forgotten--Memory, literature
Literature
Voice of a Monster
~Kill him
It speaks to me
Quietly, quickly
Urging me to end it all
Slaughter the Murderer
Perform an evil deed
End an Evil man
Set an example
For the world to see
~He deserves it
Can I do it?
Draw my knife
Spill his blood
Hear his scream
Watch his life fade
~Think of your Parents,
Your Sisters,
It could have been them
Instead, your brothers
He took their lives
Take his In return
Plunge it deep in his chest
Feel the warmth
Blood over my hands
Sweet vengeance,
Harsh Scream
His eyes plead
Please stop
~Don't Stop
He wouldn't
The point made
Could it be?
I am the monster
He was before
I am the murderer
The same
Senior Year, Senior Year
I'm so glad you're finally here
Just fly right by I do not care
So I can leave, and be anywhere
Forget the books, the classes, and rings
Forget the memories, and everything
Erase me please, from that mind of yours
I'll remember you as I walk out the door
College is next, And I'll willingly go
Then I'll be on my way to a place I'll soon know
"The First Rule of Fight Club is, you do not talk about Fight Club!"
Tyler Durden's words rang throughout the basement, drawn in by the silent attentive members before him. I watched with eagerness as Tyler paced back and forth explaining his self made rules. I could still taste the blood in my mouth from two nights before, and I yearned for more.
"The Second Rule of Fight Club is, YOU do NOT TALK about Fight Club."
I clench and then unclench my fists. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. I can feel a man's breathing on the back of my neck. I wonder if he will be the one I will fight.
"Third Rule of Fight Club; someone yells '
The smoke settles and the dust lay still. The wind blows the limbs of the trees back and we see what we've accomplished. Before us, lying on the ground lay our friends, our family, and our foes. Before our enemy, lay their friends, their family, and their foes. All scream in terrible agony, questioning God, asking if he is still there, if he still loves them, and if they will make it to heaven. A lot of them pray, asking for forgiveness.
Even I pray, asking for forgiveness for the monstrous atrocities that I have committed. My rifle lays on the ground, and beneath it I can see drops of blood that flew to air to reach this area, thei
I will walk through the world, down the center line, through the busiest intersections, in the most crowded cities, and I will leave a path of destruction behind me. Where I travel will be easily followed by the trail of blood that I leave. I will paint a gruesome portrait of death from the entrails of the bodies that come into contact with me. When they try to stop me, I will laugh and run right through them. Eventually, I will be locked away by society so that I may be forgotten. I will continue my devastation of this world as soon as I escape. Everything will then run full circle, right back around.
Lately I've been losing myself. More and more I sleep, less and less I think or eat. I have given up on noticing the world around me. When I was more active I observed the world with curiosity and fascination. I enjoyed the simple pleasures in life. Laughing at corny jokes or smiling back at friendly faces. But now I feel as if I am fading steadily backwards. I have decided to forget the pleasures of life. I am ready to be forgotten. I want to fade backwards out of the light, away from life, and into the dark.
A serene day was bound to end up in havoc if she didn’t put her hands on the situation quickly, so as soon as the messenger boy told her Lord Azurefall was summoning her, Kalyra barked for a horse and ran. About half a dozen of her men hurried behind her as she galloped past the gates of her property, and before the boys closed it, a couple of dogs slipped out and followed the group, barking merrily.
Her cloak wavered at her back as her stallion flew over the lands; soon she approached the front gates of her neighbour's property. Washed-out banners with their sigil, the blue waterfalls, were spread all along the battlements. She heard
In times of despair, everyone has an anchor, something to hold onto to avoid being smashed by the crumbling world around them. Some hold onto their families, their vices, their friends. Some hold onto their chains and duty, but whatever it is that people chose, the purpose of the anchor is the same: to help you keep your feet on the ground as the storm rages around you.
The anchor should help you keep your sanity, although, admittedly, it doesn't always work that way.
Not long ago she’d come to the realization of one variable inherent to nearly all the equations that permeated the world of the living, and thought that it couldn't be a
A life without
purpose
would never receive
water
A life without
dreams
would be a
curse
A life without
hardships
would never be
changed
A life without
kindness
would never learn
sharing
A life without
hate
could never understand
love
A life without
love
would never be
life
Everything Will Be Alright by Forgotten--Memory, literature
Literature
Everything Will Be Alright
Close your eyes my baby girl
Don't listen to our screams
Just drown us out and go to sleep
I love you and sweet dreams
Tomorrow you will wake up
to a bright new day
Everything will be alright
I promise you, ok?
Your mom and I get better
as the night goes on
So when you wake up in the morning
Nothing will be wrong
Your Daddy will make breakfast
and listen to the news
and mommy will then pack your lunch
and remind you, "Tie your shoes."
You'll go to school and learn some math
and read a book or two
Mom and I will work it out
Because we both love you
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