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Every Damn Day
Oh the days
When I ran and played
Why did you go
And leave me this way
When you dig your heels in
And try to stand your ground
But the earth keeps turning
Without a single sound
And the days fly by
In a flurry of stress
And leave you there stranded
In your life's mess
"These are the best years of your life"
Oh no, I don't think so
For if there's nothing more to look forward to
Why live at all?
Oh the days
When I ran and played
Why did you go
And leave me this way
When you dig your heels in
And try to stand your ground
But the earth keeps turning
Without a single sound
And the days fly by
In a flurry of stress
And leave you there stranded
In your life's mess
"These are the best years of your life"
Oh no, I don't think so
For if there's nothing more to look forward to
Why live at all?
Literature
Grave of the Fireflies
I cried in the burning dark
as everything here burns in this park
I watched as my little sister burned
I watched as my whole world turned
Fireflies gathered to pick her up
While I could only gather her enough
In a little canister that used to be hers
In my hand that used to hold hers
I saw my sister for the last time
as I put her in the canister without a crime
I could have done better but I didn't
I didn't see how much it mean't
Now my sister has joined the ashes
while the lights I saw, flashes.
I sat among the bodies of boys
I sat among the children's toys
I cried for myself, my sister as well
but that is something anyone c
Literature
The Thing
I lay still in my bed,
Mr. Ted by my side,
And listen hard for the thing
That crawls around outside.
He'll start with the scratching,
It's always the same,
His claws carving the face
Of the wooden door frame.
Then he'll move onto the blood
Seeping beneath my door,
Dripping from the walls,
Covering the floor.
The wardrobe will squeak,
Those green eyes appear,
Voices will whisper
Dark words in my ear.
Their dead hands will tug
At the edge of my sheets
And insects will crawl
All over my feet.
I lay and wait
For their games to begin.
But tonight will be different,
I whisper with a grin,
Tonight I will show
Those monsters a scare.
They can come b
Literature
History Is Never Made By Those Who Behave
We are taught of former glories
The burden of our history
Weighs heavy on infant shoulders
As it does our enemies
But I feel safe and protected
On this the day of the Moon
Unlike the remaining six days
When impending horror consumes
Wind chill woes on the moors this morn
Freedom spoke in a foreign tongue
I did not understand her chants
Percussion did not help her song
The stench of death, the drums of war
In time with the beat my heart gave
History is never written
By the flocks that choose to behave
So raise hell but come together
Unite as we are all the same
Keep the lion's heart within you
Your fiery temper learn to tame
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actually this is fantastic (i use that word a lot) and the rythm of it may seem awkward, but it's actually pretty flowing. nice topic, and really great title.