Ride Or Die Poems For Him Novels & Stories

"After love and fear, there’s pride; After tears, the night; After all the words are gone, A chair with just one light. After memories, the dream That you will come home safe; After sleep, another day Of waiting for my life. After hope, the happiness Of thinking of your love; After moments of despair A stone no thought can move. After all the sacrifice, The hunger and the pain, The passions and the promises, The losses and the gains, There’s nothing but my love for you, Which waits upon the wind To bring you from the barricades That now you must defend." Dylan winked at Noah as he ended his poem and the population of students whammed their hands in appreciation. "That was really nice, Dylan.

My gut tightens as he turns that intense emotion onto me. "I'm not willing to die for something fruitless, either," he says. "If I'm to die in this fight, I want it to mean something. And if that means blowing this whole fucking planet out of the sky, then so be it." He leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine. "If I die, I want it to be next to you, fighting for this world until our last breath."

Then power curled like smoke around my spine. “What if I want it?” I asked. “What if I want everything that death promised me when it kissed my bones?” “Then I will stand beside you,” he vowed. “But not if you lose yourself.” My lips opened. A dangerous thrill slid through me. “You stood beside me in life,” I whispered. “Will you kneel for me in death?” His breath caught. “Rory” “Answer,” I said softly. His knees did not move.

He says fiercely and I stand on my feet to respond with the first line of our war cries. "Never shall I lower my head before any enemy or challenge!" My men and my Uncles also swiftly stand on their feet to fiercely declare... "Never shall I bend my knees before any lord or chieftain. Into the dark valley, I shall march. Holding my axes, my wolves at alert. Let us sound the war cry of those who dare to be brave. If I die today then I pray my soul be welcome in Valhalla. The war is over, then let me feast with my Lord Odin.

"I love you too, am trying not to think about our miserable death." "I understand, just cheer up my princess, man only die once." He tried to embrace her. "Am not in the mood for cheering up." She pulled away from his embrace. "What about a poem, a love poem? I think that will cheer you up." He pulled her close again, "Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the Rocks,

And the people are starting to sing: Death will have no power over us. They will be one as a dead man nude. With the west moon and the man in the wind; When all of their bones have been picked clean and the clean bones have been removed, They'll have stars on their elbows and feet. They will remain sane even if they go insane. They will emerge from the sea, even if they sink. Even if couples are apart, love will endure. Death will have no power over us. Death will have no power over us.

I have murdered fathers, taken meaningless lives for a country that will never surrender, that will always want more. I have experienced life and love and all those fucking in-betweens’. I have watched my father die as he took his last breath with so much hate that I wished him to suffer. Life has always been a fucking ride to the finish line but with my brothers and our women at the back and the throttle of the bike I have soared breathing in another day. There is death where I go now, it waits for me, screaming its penance on my sins. I’m choking with the vibration of the engine between my legs. We ride, as one.

"You jinx! Your ex is dead, and now you're seducing the man who saved your life? Weren't you so in love with the dead guy that you were willing to die with him? What are you still waiting for?" I frowned. Just because I had a tragic past, did it mean I wasn't worthy of love? Why did everyone seem determined to push me to the brink, as if my death was the only way to prove my loyalty? I typed back, deliberately enunciating each word in my mind, "I am just as human as you. I deserve to be loved just as much as you do. You are acting like a hysterical clown right now; maybe you should get your brain checked out."

Death is not mighty, Death is a humble widower who sits weeping by a lighthouse window, polishing brass for the seagulls, ash more bread than fireplace, eating the leftover cheese that has hardened and become dogfood. Death is not loud, Death speaks only the tongue of toads. He is a toad, he crouches in the small places, soaking up rain. Rough skin poison, brown and dun and wood, wet and wanting. Give him some weeds, he is happy, give him a kingdom, he cries. Death my comfort, Death my confidant, Death my escort. We ramble over the mountains, making strange bedfellows at inn beyond the wood beyond the worlds, in Siduri's bar

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the two men who cherish me above all else are absent. One is Vittorio Luciano, the only son of the Luciano family from the east, while the other is Carlos Gambino, the heir to the Gambino family from the south. This is a matter that could easily be settled with a few words, yet they try to think up all sorts of excuses to brush me off. "Anna, a gunfight has broken out at the port to the north, so I really can't step away." "I have to hold a family meeting with the elders. I can't skip it." However, the two men have barely hung up on me when I see them appear beside my adopted younger sister, Liliana Siciliano, at her coming-of-age ceremony. The