

Forgotten HeroHeroForgotten Hero
Yeah, I was once called that
But that was long ago
When everyone knew my name
And I was famous throughout the land
Now, whenever someone mentions my name
Everyone responds the same
"Who was he?" they ask
No one remembers the days of old
When I soared high above the rest
And risked my life
Standing in the shadows of disgrace
Longing for the days of recognition
Feeling like I never existed
Like I fell off the face of the earth
Like a forgotten hero...


Where Do You Go?Where do you go when no one cares what you have to say? When it feels like you're all alone in a world that's turned its back on you? What about your emotions? Do you bottle them up inside? Or do you let them out, even though no one may care? Do you go on with your life, keeping to yourself? Or do you attempt to find somebody that cares? What do you do when you finally find someone that cares? Do you tell them what you're thinking, down to the very last detail? Or do you just give them the basics? And what about that person? Can you really trust them with personal feelings? Can you go to them for comfort and advice? Can you depend on them? HoWhere Do You Go?


Dear FriendYou're beautiful, you're ugly. Do you like putting my though this pain? You're gorgeous, you're rotting. You promised me you'd do the same. You're awful, I hate you. Why didn't you listen to me? I helped you, you hurt me. Can't you understand I can't breathe?Dear Friend
I hope you're happy now Where you are in those clouds My eyes are swollen with the rain that I have stolen From those clouds, they fall like teardrops From my eyes, they fall like rain. I have nothing left to lose, nothing left to gain Just to sit here, hoping, praying, cursing That you
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'Forever we'll be crucified to a dream' HIM
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
it's those stupid things we say in the rain, the words that can't ever be washed away.
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Like Superman with kryptonite up his ass, that's not going to fly.
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Like Superman with kryptonite up his ass, that's not going to fly.
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There comes a day when a man looks down at himself, and realizes that his pants are on fire.
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HOLY-!!!
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English doesn't borrow from other languages; English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over, and sifts through their pockets for loose grammar.
-James Nicoll
I am the butter on the toast of lies!
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She said "boy you're a crash that hasn't happened yet
and I am the concrete just happy we met
I can't move, I'm in love"
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Features Projects:
Weekly Deviation 11/15/09: [link]
World of Art - No. 23: [link]
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