Tag Archives: Hero

Between Sleep and Awake

Between Asleep and Awakeby Michael DoyleBetween asleep and awakeIs the recounting ofEvery single mistakeSome deeper than othersSome of hate, some of loveAll of which are heartbreakThey sent me to fight in warI went out a well-trained beastAnd yet somehow I … Continue reading

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Room Read

Room Readby Michael DoyleIt’s hard to make a room readEspecially when I’m the hero no one needsBut there’s something to be saidFor all the nonsense that we’re fedNobody is that special anymoreI wonder if we ever were even beforeNo one … Continue reading

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Torn As A Teenage Girl’s Heart

Torn As A Teenage Girl’s Heartby Michael DoyleThis one has me in tears before I even startWatching torn as a teenage girl’s heartThe princess who loved me like her biggest heroYells at me and treats me as less than zeroOnly … Continue reading

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First Principles: There Is A Certain Enthusiasm In Liberty; That Makes Human Nature Rise Above Itself, In Acts of Bravery and Heroism

“There is a certain enthusiasm in liberty, that makes human nature rise above itself, in acts of bravery and heroism.” – Alexander Hamilton, The Farmer Refuted, 1775

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Na/GloPoWriMo #11: Letters From Father To Daughter

Na/GloPoWriMo #11: Letters From Father To Daughterby Michael DoyleDearest Daughter,I didn’t know I would be a fatherWhen I took the chances that I didAnd I’ve always tried to keep it hidI see your eyes of confusionBetween truth and illusionAnd, yes, … Continue reading

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As I Lay My Head Down

As I Lay My Head Downby Michael DoyleWrapped up in the depths of your soulAs we talk along our evening’s strollI see my heroes inside your heartEasily seeing what sets you apartYour words as you touch me deepWhisper you are … Continue reading

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When Tomorrow Comes Your Day

When Tomorrow Comes Your Dayby Michael DoyleWrapped up in the depths of your soulAs we talk along our evening’s strollI see my heroes inside your heartEasily seeing what sets you apartYour words as you touch me deepWhisper you are who … Continue reading

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Be Your Own Hero

Be Your Own Heroby Michael DoyleIncurable as a dreaming heroStubborn as a seeming zeroWe play our parts in masqueradeEach day lived within its charadeHiding ourselves behind the music we playCaught up in front of screens all dayBecause we cannot be … Continue reading

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A Good Feeling About…

A Good Feeling About…by Michael DoyleIt looks like we’re in for nasty weatherGod knows that you and I deserve betterPlotted courses are always subject to changeIt’s the simple way of life and nothing strangerSpin offs and rip offs serve to … Continue reading

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A Dagger’s Breath

The last in the classic retelling of a classic werewolf tale: A Dagger’s Breath by Michael Doyle Everywhere the deceived heart searches for clues Bits of treachery displayed in all of its hues You can hide it all within a … Continue reading

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