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Andrew Leone Poems
I wake up screaming in the night Why do they torture me so Nightmares that come and go And continue to grow
I Hate You by Sarah Dawson
i hate you so much with a passion the things you did the things you said i wish you'd go to hell
You Don't Care
I had closed my eyes to the truth and lived the lies Can you tell me that you sorry? Can you look deep in to my eyes and say it? We've been friends for 10 years and you don't even care
To: Yvonne we used to be there for each other we used to follow each other
i slipped away last night came to see you under a moonlit sky the way the stars glistened in your eyes oh, what a beautiful sight
it was a strange reaction for someone like you to remain on side i was down & calling for a place to hide i was bleeding in the streets
you wanted a perfect life, a perfect world with me but i let you down i destroyed your hopes & dreams now you're swallowed by pain & regret
That feeling, that burst of passion when we kissed. my heart let out a single scream for joy. the feeling of her looking deep into my eyes, seeing the undamaged me. I didn't want her to go home, I wanted to share the night with her laying on my chest as she nods off to my heartbeat.
How far can it take to save a man from his inner monsters? what will it take? as children we had our parents look under the beds for monsters and boogeymen but we stopped when we realized that the monsters were inside us. from anger, hate, passion, sympathy to lust and love emotions can make or break a person. I've been asked how could a person live with such emotional and mental trauma and still be mentally sane but that's the trick, I'm not mentally well.
How Can I...?
how to let her know that she runs through my mind all day? That I walk through that door just to see her face how do I say 'I want to kiss your tears away'?
Here Comes A Hero
The hero wrapped his gloves, He said one more bout Just this one last time, He goes for one last fight
Final Letter from Sarah
Dear Hero, So many things I want to tell you that I don't know where to begin. You put a change in my life. A change that no other person could have. You are my hero and you honor me as your friend. You have given us so much but lost so much in return. You have sacrificed your body, your mind and your soul for me and Trish and Emma. No one can do what you have done and still have the will to move on. You saved so many and have inspired so many more. The people who know you are blessed and it’s a shame for those who don't. You have felt the true face of pain, lived and breathed it. You've dove into the mouth of hell and lived to tell the tale. You think yourself a monster but you are not. I truly believe you were meant to protect. To endure when no one else could, to be the outcast when no one else could. To make the choice when no one else could. You were a symbol of hope. I always compared you to batman and you never understood it. It was because he has lost so much and still chose to fight. I compared rick to the joker because it seemed his life goal was to break you, to make you question your sanity. When I watched the fight scene between Bane and Batman in the dark knight rises, I saw you and rick fighting. He broke you but you kept fighting. To crawl from the black and save the people you care about. That’s what you were, Trish's dark knight. I know life is cruel and it'll poison you till you die but don't falter. You have to keep on fighting. Not just for us but for yourself. When the world has turned on you and you feel like nothing it left, just remember that there is always a way out, always a reason to keep fighting. No matter how small or how insignificant it may be, there is always a reason. I know you want to quit and give up and that you feel like life has taken your strength, but I promise you, your angel will come. I can’t say when but it time she will come. And when that day comes, you can finally rest within her arms. One day your nightmares will end. Your soul will be cleansed. Your mind will no longer suffer. Your pain and scars will disappear. You will be free but until that day arrives, you will have to endure because the time will come again when someone needs saving. Wherever it be protecting a girl from an abusive guy or putting their heart at ease. Sometimes that’s all people need, a moment to know that no matter how ugly the world can, there's always a light and you can be that light. You will give the people an ideal to strive towards. They will race behind you, they will stumble, they will fall. But in time, they will join you in the sun. In time, you will help them accomplish wonders.
The Devil's Deal
do I dare see a familiar face amongst these poor souls? well if it isn't the hero…how are you these days? still riddled with nightmares? let me guess….you've finally came for me who you've desired for so long?
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I wake up screaming in the night
Why do they torture me so
Nightmares that come and go
And continue to grow
They induce such pain
My soul they drain
I'm going insane
From terrors unseen
No solace for my need
I cannot be free
If there is no rescue
I cannot continue
Then you shake me from the dream
Tell me not to cry, you'll stand by me
That you understand, you’ve seen a dark vision too
I don’t know want to do at night, when the shades fall upon me
And plagues my mind and makes me asphyxiate
You say you’ll love me no matter what my soul ...