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It is only painOn your feet, soldier, up once again
Only dogs die lying down
And we won't be dogs to others,
cuffed and collared
no, we'll learn to howl like wolves do.
On your feet, now,
it's all in vain,
to whine and to cry out,
this is only pain:
Stuck on your skin like dirt and dust.
Your spine will twist under all this,
love and other earthly things
But never break, never bend:
No one remembers those
who quietly bowed their heads.
You'll get by, if it's with teeth and nails
drag yourself from the deep
Only dogs die in the shadows.
Those who held you down on your knees
With your jaw broken and tongue tied:
all of them will be dust
with the time.
And your bruises will heal
All the scabs will peel
Your dreams will all wake up
And your shadows take form.
So once more unto the breach,
It will pass like spring, thirst and rain
So stand up now,
it is only pain.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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