Sing when you want to whisper. Dance when you want to stand still. Help when you want to shrink. Keep climbing over that hill. They tell us "Be yourself" but first we must figure out who that is We must talk before we can shout. There are billions of people all different but with many same. They too are searching for a meaning to trumpet their name. But sing, dance, and stand atop a giant's shoulders. And you, too, can break back the boulders
The Force of Nature by madam--guillotine, literature
Literature
The Force of Nature
The force of nature beneath a blazing sun. The orange streaked sky of a new day's begun. The force of nature the chaotic wind blowing or the frantic night of cold flakes, snowing The force of nature, the wind in the leaves that fall to the ground in billowing breeze So, respect the forces of nature in all its ways and you may peacefully live out your days. live out your days.
Hate is a bitter pill, and no one knows who will swallow it. The hater or the one who is hated. But it breaks away at the soul, bit by bit. Hate is a disease and it's symptoms are manifest. It bores holes in your soul and will not let you rest. Hate is a mountain and you're climbing uphill. You're pushing a rock and swallowing the pill
I love you, with all my heart. You are my hero and hope to e're part I love you with all that I have, and all that I will be floating there on the surface of the sea. I love you, hope beyond hope. Looking at your face is the way that I cope So, to sum up The sky is blue and rain is wet but the truth I trust us that I love you
Happiness Is Wherever You Find It by madam--guillotine, literature
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Happiness Is Wherever You Find It
Happiness is wherever you find it In the birds and the bees the chill winter air or spring buds turn to leaves Happiness is wherever you find it Laying your head on a pillow, each night and opening your eyes when it's warm and bright Happiness is wherever you find it in being surrounded by love as being separate as fingers but together as a glove. Happiness is wherever you find it be grateful for each new day from sunrise to set with moonbeams in your heart and eyes full of sun rays
Dead Poet's Society - No Answer by madam--guillotine, literature
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Dead Poet's Society - No Answer
BANG! Neil jumped and sat bolt upright in bed, panting and sweating. He looked over at Todd who was silently sleeping in the bed across the room. He watched for a moment, the rise and fall of his chest. Neil stood up and crossed the room, he smiled gently at him. Until he saw the tears tracing wet tracks along his boyish face. He shook him but he didn’t wake up. “Todd?” No answer. “Todd!” No answer. Neil left the bedroom and strolled the floor. He went to Charlie’s room and knocked. No answer. “Charlie!” No answer. The door opened and Cameron went out and Neil stepped in the room. He sat on the bed next to where Charlie was curled up quietly crying to himself. “Charlie? Are you okay?” No answer “Why… why… why…” Charlie muttered. He frowned and stood up and left. He padded his way
Hand-Me Down Stars by madam--guillotine, literature
Literature
Hand-Me Down Stars
We pass down the universe from one generation to another Hand-me down stars older to younger brother. We see the stars, pictures of the old gods, The same moon, craters and all the narrow faces to broad. We stand beneath a canopy of clouds and sky during the day and moon at night, few of us asking why. So, we stare up at the heavens as God reaches his clay hand down and scoops the stars that drip from his fingers and cast them into the void, creating a celestial gown.
Journey of a Lifetime by madam--guillotine, literature
Literature
Journey of a Lifetime
From steps to a great journey. Paces from home is a swift trip to bravery. Facing foes, weapon on weapon as Death stands with a finger, he beckons. The journey will last the rest of your life from times of pleasure to moments of strife. Stand before your trouble and proclaim: "You cannot stop me, I shall walk through the flames!" And still you walk on, a journey of a lifetime You walk where it is flat, and at hills, you climb. Be brave as you walk. Let your steps match your talk.
Climb the Mountain by madam--guillotine, literature
Literature
Climb the Mountain
From the bottom, I look at the mountain peak, hoping that elevation will give me what I seek. So, I begin to climb step by step. Higher and higher. Up a little more than I was prior. I eventually pass the birds and the clouds. Taking in deep breaths of cold air wearing vapour like a shroud. But I will keep climbing until I find the distant peak. And there I will find the silence that I seek.
You are my daydream, my pleasant space. We walk together as you lead the pace. You drift, slowly, through my mind. No truer than I hope to find. We relax into a flutter of holding hands as we dance to the rhythm of the band.