

Football StarAs i walk out, onto the field of battle, i feel my knees tremble. Sheer nervousness. The pressure is crushing me. I see my 11 other teammates all jog to their positions, seemingly confident and sure of themselves. How can i be worthy of being called their teammate? I feel small, inferior.Football Star
Hesitatingly, i position myself. Left foot forwards, right foot little back. I look at the ref to my side, and exhale. The hot air coming out of my mouth quickly condensates. All seems to be in slow motion, as if the pistons in my mind are dipped not in oil, but in thick grease. As i blink, I turn my head forwards and focus on the receiver posit


The Gods, the MortalsThe mortals often say, often wish to be a God. To be granted the gift, the privelege, the honour of being a God.The Gods, the Mortals
If only we could see straight...
The Gods envy US, the mortals. For we, simple mortals, we do not know when our life will end. We do not know when this adventure will finish. We do not know when ouy happiness will end. So we cherish everyday, as if the last. We squeeze every last moment of pleasure, of greatness and of love into our lives. The Gods do know when their life, when their adventure ends.
Never.
We mortals, should not envy anyone, for we are the real Gods.


My Personal CheerleaderAs I run onto the field, A thousand thoughts run through my mind. Yet, it seems to stop, to yield To a picture of you, as if in a bind.My Personal Cheerleader
This year has been full of days
Days of despair, days of hate Days Id give up, Id blame on fate Days of glory, days of love Days wed be above Days of sorrow, days of pain Days felt like Id never see you again.
But there you are, my cheerleader, screaming your lungs out Barely ever in place, up down and jumping about Out of all the cheers, the screams and yells I can still hear
Atlas

AtlasThey call me Atlas I feel the world's pain Every heartache is mine Each tear creeps down my back The burden of billions is mine Mine, alone to bear Silently, I sit Waiting I carry the weight of the world Upon my weary shoulders I feel your pain Weep for your loss Laugh for your joy But never does anyone cry for me My name is Atlas. I bear everyone's miseries Yet, who will bear mine?Atlas
Forever Young
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Beauty isn't all, but sure it helps...especially in art.
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Don't wait for a chance...but SEARCH and FIND it, because we don't know when the chance we are waiting for to come.
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A man chooses. A slave obeys!
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Don't forget who's taking you home, and in whose arms you're gonna be,
So darling, save the last dance for me. ♫
- M. Bublé
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--->>> Rhodsey
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A man chooses. A slave obeys!
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"I have weapons ye not know of, I have ways which would astound you."
"Their eyes will blacken and shrivel before faith's true light."
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Jesus saves remember that!
"Peace through Tyranny, will achive nothing but hatred, and hatred brings about war!"
___This is the way of the decepticon___
I'm Afro-guyanese american
Welcome to
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~Silvestre
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