Another soldier from my novels, photoshopped.
Being her.
She feels like she can never explain herself, never say anything worth any importance. When she speaks, it’s like she isn’t even there-isn’t what she’s meant to be. Words though, they come directly from a specific part of her mind, a part that she cannot even see until she begins to write. That is where they come from and that is where they stay until an utensil is being pressed against paper. That is when she is her.
And no one may ever understand that.
And she doesn’t know how to feel-how to make it better.
Because it is what it is and she has no power in changing anything. Nothing.
She can only keep writing-hoping that the mind will allow it as it did before.
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(Source: one1voice)
Us against Them
Here we lie,
Cold and gray
They wait for us to die.
And all I have to say
Bring it on. Bring it on.
We are strong.
We are strong.
There they stand
Hand and hand
A perfect world
They all sing.
And here we lie
They want us to die
Because we aren’t them
We aren’t them.
There they stand
Ready to end
Everything we are
Everything we’ve been
And here we lie
Unable to fly.
We’ll never be like them
Until we’re dead.
There they stand
It’s us against them
They wait for us to fall
So they can take it all
But we no longer lie
Just try. Just try.
Bring it on
Bring it on.
We are strong.
We are strong.
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3 If we die, we want peopel to accept it. We are in a risky business…but the conquest of space is worth the risk to life.
Gus Grissom
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