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| Fear - Christopher Rice Fear cannot touch me - It can only taunt me. It cannot take me - Just tell me Where to go. I can either follow, Or stay in my bed. I can hold onto the Things that I know. The dead stay dead - They cannot walk. The shadows are darkness, And darkness can’t talk. |
| The American Dream By: Katie Whidden As I watch the cars pass, I lean back in my porch swing And I'm forced to look at all that's been done to the American dream. If just in the passing moment by, I saw something so complex and hard How come something so simple as our values are neglected and charred? What has been done to the basis of what we believe in and care about? Values we crave and we taught our children no longer on the street shout. They are stuffed down and forcefully changed and forgotten in our lives. Just so today's society can live with its constant deception and its lies. It's the forceful submission of our government enough for us to fight? Why can't we at least try and make it seem that we are getting this right? For all the American Dream stood for, I am here to finally say with broken pride, I have forgotten about the American Dream, and I have lied. So sue me for being concerned about what I love in a dream. If we have nothing to believe, on what are we going to lean? A forgotten God, a forgotten dream, and a remembered shallowness. Unfortunately, it seems that the American Dream, now, is only built on malice. There are those that are trying to fix the unspeakable wrong It seems that the downfall of America is close, we won't have to wait long. So what about the American Dream and what it stood for? Can we even remember what the Dream was anymore? Doesn't it hurt to know now, that our world will never be the same Just because all we sought was riches and the shallow fame? America, America... God shed his infinite grace on thee Land of the millions just surviving, land of the proud and free? Answer me this, America, you proud, stupid gloat When your people start drowning, how will you stay afloat? It has happened to others, and I promise it will to you, fiend. Just because you let them forget about that damn American Dream. |
| How Do I Loathe Thee - Katie Whidden How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways. I loathe thee to the death and stench and fright My soul can see, I am scared of bees and roaches Looks as if thee - a specimen of both, bug. I loathe thee to the level of pure hatred Mayhap worse than my homework – that Is the most awful thing that I can consider. What is this – a wart on my soul with a hair Growing so happily out of it in a happy way; If I attend a doctor, and he – burn it off Would you miss your hair and your attachment To my mortal soul? Methinks it best that you be Removed, to prevent my soul further disgrace. |
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