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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a...
I am a ghost of myself. Of the child who used to play until the sun splotched red on the horizan and the night poked peepholes to heaven.
- this isn't my usual kind of writing - maybe aimed at a younger audience - thought I'd give it a go nonetheless - I knew a boy of just fourteen, well, he turned forty two.
I remember. Not through want and of joy. But of woe through compulsion. No wisdom came with. Torment without accrual. Just eternal bitterness. Where optimism once stood. I remember faintly.
#acrostic. Glowing kindness shines so bright. On winter morn and summer nights. Of a child's smiling innocent eyes. Death yet still out of sight. All this changes in a minute. Night falls down.
A young man, no more than a boy. Delusions of glory, Golden valediction for imaginary heroes. But there are no heroes where he is going. For he is going to war.
Answers were hard to come by, when we asked for another, another soul to fry. At the brink of an instant, In an ocean so vast and deep, Thoughts would turn to ashes, And ashes turned and lit the...
Lyrics to a song that touched my childhood... Brother of disaster and sister of our fate Do you count the tragedies we see.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it 'Chops' because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a...
Close your eyes, let it all slowly fade away. Drift over you. I’ll be standing behind you, gentle arms around you, tell you it’ll all be okay.
A dark man, in a dark land, with a dark hand; delivering darkness. In a dark land, a dark hand; delivering darkness. From a dark hand; darkness. As dark as night, darker still; as dark as death.
The striped bear, Worn from hugs. Now he lies there, Discarded in between rugs. The dog eared book, Read, re read and read. Food stains all over, From reading when fed.
“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a...
Daddy said you shouldn't play with guns. Daddy said people can get hurt, or worse, dead. Daddy said if someone hits you, then hit them back. So when they fired that rocket, I fired one back.
Hearts can be broken,. The truth, it can lie,. Promises, shattered,. And happiness, cried,. Love filled with hatred,. Your secrets all told,. Thoughts are forgotten,. Or youth getting old,.
Once when I was little. I was happy and carefree. I used to run around laughing. Until it was time for tea. I used to play games. And smile all the time. I used to feel on top of the world.
What sad symposiums these walls echo. Fleeting glimpses of times gone by, Of shadows hinted at in half-seen meetings... And what ovated orchestras these columns whisper.
Little bird, little bird, you longed to fly so high. Your wings they would have flapped one day, to take you to the sky. Your tiny little body, lay in my hand, so light.
I close my eyes and I am young again, innocent and eager. Nothing but a meek girl seeking her place amidst a cruel and sinful world.
7+ Sorry, but truths come out that you dont wanna know. Dream crushing and all that.
When I grow up I used to say That I couldn't wait For that big day When I'd be a man Earning his pay That was the plan I was on my way But had I known now What I didn't then I wouldn't have rushed...
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem, And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog, And that's what it was all about, And his teacher gave him an A and a...