Patriotic ColoursStrap this on, He told the lad, It will show your true patriotism. You show the colours of our flag, And the love in your soul. Take with you this book, Your life, Your will, Your mind. Take with you your spirit, And carry there my testament, But do not bring it back. Lad you'll be a hero, And they'll be waiting for you In a wondrous place.Patriotic Colours
The Purple HatThe man with the glasses and the purple cap, Liked to walked down the street With his cane and his smile That shone like the sun as it smiled right back. The kids would wave and they'd laugh At his hilarious cap, But the man with the glasses and the purple cap Would just smile that brilliant smile And address them with a nod from his head And a tilt from his cap.The Purple Hat
A Late Sunday NightI set down my pen as I sit in my den, Waiting for something to come. An idea, a thought, A climax, a plot! This creative block makes me feel dumb…A Late Sunday Night
“I need something great, and I’m too tired to wait!” I yell at the pages before me. These pages are bare, Oh this just isn’t fair! For I need to come up with a story.
I sit tongue in cheek – this is due in a week! I need something to write about. Then at last: I’ve a plotline! A story that’s all mine! My hands shakes as I write it all out.
My head do
Another Man's HeroThese days are best forgotten; Cries heralded like the midnight sun. These smiles are depression, These eyes a loaded gun.Another Man's Hero
These people only know oppression, And to oppress each other. Chaos reigns as tears rain down, Brother against brother.
Society engulfed in violence, Fear and hate and spite. But just as this life’s become the norm, He returns to purge this blight.
The people now are hopeful, For their saviour at last has come. A flash goes nigh, then once again. Eradication has begun.
These days are best forgot
ArgumentLet me disrobe that all too perfect mind of yours as I steal your turn of phrase, disrupting your composure - allowing it to writhe and twist - and leave a stain where your thoughts dangle in the silence. Bright scarlet laced in ink, delicate letters spilled over the white cuffs of your silk shirt - the tiny pearls sharp against my skin where your teeth and wit run ragged. You play resistance so well. I love to peel it away from the curves of a mind that dares to think and mold it to my heart, wearing the rebukeArgument
I'm SinkingI’m sinking I’m sink underneath everything Underneath my friends, my family, my relationships Underneath my life Every second takes me deeper I can’t breath even though I can feel the air around me I look around and everyone is so happy But they’re not Inside they’re not laughing Inside they’re crying And dying And sinking I reach towards the surface and I can almost touch it But it’s just out of reach Soon I’ll be too deep to see myself To help myself And everyone looks to me to help them They crawl atI'm Sinking
Chalk GirlThe white chalk girl sat so lonely on her concrete world.Chalk Girl
Thrown down by a child god in some time past.
and sad she sat, all alone
there day by day
Then, with a splash, washed away
was that chalky frown.
Beside the smiling girl sat a chalk man to hold her chalk hand.
Crimson MarionetteYour touch sets my dead soul on F I R E.Crimson Marionette
Slowly and surely you kiss me, not even noticing what is about to happen.
I place my lips against your throat, and slowly D R I N K in your life. Looking down at your semi-concious form, I smile softly.
Gently I caress your collar bone. Picking up the N E E D L E and thread, I lay your head in my lap and place the tip to your L I P S.
No more L I E S shall ever pass through your mouth. Soon, no one shall be able to hear you S C R E A M.
To W E A K to push me away, I begin to sew.
I kiss awa
4pm
Irritated
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While I was busy waging wars on myself you were trying to stop the fight~Hate Me-Blue October
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The songbird keeps singing as we all burn alive...
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xoxo
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The songbird keeps singing as we all burn alive...
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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"You know a lot about science, but you don't know how good a cigarette tastes in the morning."
-Solid Snake
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The Unspoken Sound: Poetry and Prose
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