"On the plains of Hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions, who, at the Dawn of Victory, sat down the wait, and in waiting--died."
--George W. Cecil
This is my favorite quote. And I believe it really means something. What? Don't ask me, cuz I don't know. The reason I believe it means something, is because, of my English Teacher.
Every day he would write a quote on the board, and we would copy it down. And that one is the only one I've remembered from that ENTIRE year. Well, and
"If the Eagle thought about what could happen, its wings would never touch the sky" but that one isn't as special.
Anyways. Here's a poem I haven't posted yet. But, you'll have to wait for me to go find it. biggrin
Ok.
This poem was from December 14th, I think.
You lack Expectation.
Solitude, your dearest friend.
Your full of Accusation.
A pain you cannot mend.
All but Admiration.
The explanation you fail to send.
What happened to you? Your Smile gone.
The light taken with the fading dawn.
"No." You say, "I am simply a pawn."
Tears are shed, and cries aren't muffled.
Dresses are found, black, and ruffled.
We gather to stare at your unmoving face.
And whisper about things we cannot erase.
Now that your gone, and the tears have been shed.
You now lay to rest, in your new, final bed.
At the time, I titled it "Your Names and Faces" but, now it doesn't seem to really fit as well.
I want to know what everyone to looks at this thinks. Gotsdid it?
 X x __ compos M E N T i S · Sun Jan 21, 2007 @ 08:11pm · 1 Comments |
