Ride Or Die Poems For Him Novels & Stories

Wear me, or let the world burn. The pressure in the air solidified. The hunger had a name. I held the shard up to the moon. And the decision I made would either save us all… …or bury us in the dark.

As he smiles and reads the poem out loud, for he does not have anything to lose at this point, as his life is already swimming into its curses. “Round and round our life spins and about. Twist and turn you can hear a silent scream. Up and down what a lovely dream. Until you find yourself eating a flesh cream. Oh, how ironic living and dying, in a world where everything is pretty much boring. Take it or leave as you will always pay the price. Uncanny it may seem, but it is full of pride. Hell’s down and heaven’s above. Would you dare sin between? If everything comes with a price to be sealed? Come, take my hand, our journey is yet to overrun, as this game continues and your soul is the price.

He forced a smile. I sighed and gave him a nod. He waved at us and crossed to the other side. His broken pride got all its pieces again. I wish that in his life no matter how many times he’ll pick up his broken pride he would learn to humble himself or else he’ll end up writing the same history, experiencing the same death, and feeling the same pain. A broken pride is better than a broken soul. When the door closed I gazed at Grip. “Why did he look normal? His head exploded before he died right?”

He had tried everything possible to get himself healthy all to no avail. Like any other person that will find his or herself in his shoes, he tried but he failed. His disease was said to be incurable and so he had no other choice than to wait patiently for death’s call. Thinking about his mom, whom he knew was going to freak out if he told her about his situation, he couldn’t help but worry. He was going to die anytime soon and so leaving his mom all alone and she was going to experience the traumatic experience from the day his father died. He felt pity for his mom and so decided to shower her with all the love he could have during the short period that he was going to be around.

That is what I will die for. When I finally fall, it is not sudden. It is gradual, like the world slowly letting go of me. Corbin stands over me, victorious in his mind, already convinced this was meaningless. But I answer him anyway, because even dying men deserve to speak their truth. I tell him he is wrong. That Adrian is coming. That my death is not an ending without consequence, but a turning point he will not survive. And even as blood fills my mouth, I believe it.

He whispered in my hair. His sounded vulnerable and heartbroken. This must be what Gilly feels and Thorne and every mate that has a solider going to fight in this battle. The fact is not everyone comes back alive but this gives us something worth fighting for. “You won’t lose me. I promise I will come back and we will have the most beautiful bonding ceremony.” I said.

And I knew exactly why she’d done it. She thought I would fail. I smiled, though it barely reached my eyes. “Of course,” I said. I rose to my feet, gathering every shred of calm I had left. And then, I recited: “In halls of gold and whispered lies, Where roses bloom and truth oft dies, One voice may tremble but won’t break, For thorns can bleed but still awake. Though I may fall, I rise anew, In silk and pride, and strength in view, A crown unclaimed upon my brow,

"Because I'm not doing this for six weeks if you're going to make it weird every day." "I can be professional." "Can you?" He crossed his arms. "Two days ago you stood up in the cafeteria and told everyone I never meant anything to you. Now I'm supposed to get on a stage in front of the entire school and tell you I'd die for you eight times a week." "It's a play, Gray."

You could see the fear in all their eyes, see their bodies just quivering. “ There is no greater honour than dying in a fight for your people. I am ready to die in this field but I will die proud and happy yet know, I will die having left nothing but havoc. Don’t see this as your death, see this as the honour it is, defending your family and people. We will protect our people and land until the last breath we draw.” I said out, speaking from deep in my heart. The words were packed with much power, head held up high.

Arrogance befit no man for whatever we have today, won’t be buried with us tomorrow. ~Humeyra. HAMDAN’S P.O.V The last messages I got from Humeyra really messed me up. I didn’t know that I meant so much to her that my death would affect her as much as she said. The poem she wrote to me still lingers in my mind as I recall my heart beating to every word that her poetry entailed. The poem goes as follows: