Fictional villains

When it comes to fictional villains, people are drawn to villains that are similar to them. This is because fictional villains are harmless.

But when watching fictional villains in a social context, people are less likely to identify with the villain, fearing they may be judged harshly for their similarity.

Fading

a few unwanted words
meant more then pain itself
we were falling all together
thought talking might help
i guess i was wrong
it only made it worst
the tears finally came
and we both just burst
a couple days that were unbearable
thought - how could i go on
those few hours we hadn't spoke
seemed like way to long
just when i thought we were over
that we'd finally reached the end
we both thought it over
and we still were best of friends
you promised no more fading
i promised to put you as one
but as a week or two went past
the hiding from each other again begun
you don't tell me anything
all i ever hear are those three words
as though everything will be okay
as long as they are heard
i don't tell you either
fear it won't be kept safe
that something else will begin
and all the love will turn to hate
i want to know whats wrong
just tell me and prove yourself true
and i promise if there's anything i need
i will always turn to you
no more hiding anything
no more creating pain
always there for each other
to keep each other sane
always will i love you
i never want to see you fade
just as long as you promise
never to throw what we have away
not over some guy
or something you think is love
because together thats what we have
thats what our friendships' of
you were the one who was there before
the greatest friend in the world
i love you always and forever

always ~ your baby girl

~*)()(baby girl)()(*~

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How To Create a Diversion

How to create a diversion

I lost and was amazed
Of how you tricked my foolish heart.
Deceit and then betrayal
You kissed and left me, in the dark.

But did you know, precocious thief,
That truth may alter you
For the wisdom of choice
Goes far too deep
Than clever words untrue.
The quest you took, my dear defeat,
Will question in the end
How vain a soul must
Pain repeat
And on its bliss depend.

I laughed and walked among
Your precious lanes with fiery sparks,
But I felt it all along-
You’d kiss and leave me, in the dark.

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Night of our moon

This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind

And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye

Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me

And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky

We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave

And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears

We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light

And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night

Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout

And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion

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