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HerosHeros come and heros go,
Where did they return to?
Shall the world continue to know their name?
Or will they wither with the bane?
Come to the halls of history,
And there you will find their names,
All of the heros who saved,
Each one with a heroic names.
But many of which are heros,
Are those that go unnoticed,
They save lives everyday,
They fight in wars,
They tell stories to children.
Each hero will always be remembered,
Those famous and those that are not,
For even heros know their names,
That of which will never go unforgotten.
Nothing Stays The SameWhen I'm a lost I know I am only here,
For when you are here I know I am not alone,
For this place doesn't always stay the same,
So look around and see how it changed,
Nothing stays the same.
When life of a child begins,
Things seem to move so slowly,
But in the eyes of the child,
Things move so quickly,
All things start to change,
For nothing stays the same.
When I'm alone here,
Things begin to change around me,
I want you here with me for I know that,
Things will stay the same.
Familiar faces begin to fade away,
New ones replacing them,
What can I say about the sound of life?
Things never stay the same.
How can I believe this is life,
When life continues on with the next,
But there is so much we all want in this life,
Nothing stays the same .
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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