On his wedding night,
He was called to fight.
His bride was pretty,
Yet it felt just right.
"A call by your nation,
To serve a generation".
He grabbed his weapon heading to battle.
She stood at bay, to say goodbye.
"Come soon soldier, a warrior grows in me." She cried.
It's too late now, his ears denied.
He left a soldier,
But came a hero.
He left a man,
But came a father.
9:20 am, a knock was heard.
She raced the door and saw a bird.
"Your husband was gallant, but fell to rest."
She hugged her warrior, so tight to her breast.
The misery of death is to fight someone's war.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 7:18 AM UTC
Drops round and run down low
Mud forms and creates tiny valleys within.
Red roads drop and rises ,
As insults flashes like thunder bolts.
Horns deafen ears,
As blood blinds eyes .
Rollercoaster highways,
Or more like riding a bull,
Feel the aches in the waist.
Infact the mechanical horses were older
than earth herself.
You could see holes and rust
in the metals.
The government stood by the red road idle,accepting fines and kinds.
If only they had listened to their cries,
Blood would still remain in veins.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
When the nights came, we painted the skies
With stars and lit the moon bright.
While the world slept, we danced to the breeze
With grace and haughtiness.
When no one was watching,we tried to run away
Too bad I was pegged to a drying line
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 2:12 AM UTC
the preacher's wife
being tempted by a new dress she was trying on.
The Devil said, "Buy it, honey, buy it!"
And the preacher's wife said,
"Get thee behind me, Satan!"
And the Devil did, then he said,
"Mm. Looks good on you from here too…"
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 1:57 AM UTC
High up the skies above,
Lives a boy who nestles the sun
in his feeble chest,
He sings a song; a lullaby
to put the sun to sleep.
High up the skies above,
Lives a girl who grates an ice
She grates and grates till summer
came, till it fell as snow, as rain.
High up the skies above,
Lives a servant boy to a lazy queen
She is always warm thus needs to cool,
So he blows and blows till the trees
can't dance to tune.
High up the skies above,
Lives a peasant maid with the purest soap
She makes a bubble, a trillion bubble that
connects to form a foam.
With every fall from her laundry bowl,
they fall to form the clouds.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC
Love, just like a song..... when it breaks, a sad chord sings
but how is it tuned to happy things
One time i am loved, the next i am in space; alone!
Remember our lip dance under the canopy of the moonlight
The stars were our witnesses
The grass had blessed our bond
Yet a broken heart, a broken glass: so clear and so cruel.
Once broken, the best of glues can't mend the core of the heart.
Becareful of the toy you play with for it might just be something as delicate as a heart.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
Archers up, down below the arrows go
Kingdoms rise, deep deep below Kingdoms fall.
When the conquerors rose to claim the mighty throne,
When the songs were sang to the brave knights,
And the marching band crusading around town,
The innocent wail in shriek; "Mercy, oh king! Mercy!"
Mighty Powers up, may the force be with you.
Power commands, soldiers obey.
When the coverage is wide and loud,
When heroes return home to their families,
And the universe get bright and red,
A thousand women cry, they cry to be spared; "please don't **** me, please!"
Sons of the realm rise, bow down o' ye commoners!
Grace glide the above, battle struggles below.
When the affluent sneezes, it's the low that catches the flu.
When poverty is a disease and the rich have the antidote,
A million pry the streets, begging to be cured;" help, Lords,help!"
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
There is a fountain in the mountains
A place of solace where no one knew
With every springing branch,
There, lives a clear pure dew
And there, tiny red armies match.
There is a fountain in the mountains
A place so triumphant, so still
With every drifting fall,
There, lives an old grave so ill
And there, the fallen heroes call.
There is a fountain in the mountains
A place you might call home
With every chirp the birds sound
Stands an ancient battleground
And there, a lost Eden is found.
There is fountain in the mountains
A place maidens lay and play
With swoosh of a sword from the sheath of a knight
A maiden, a king, a nation, a generation, an entire civilization is history.
And there, an empire rises as day and falls as night.
A lonely woods
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
Mother, the boys at school are not nice
But the rope reaches out to hug and squeeze the pain out through my neck
So i might run to him.
Mother, the folks in the neighbourhood think i dont belong
But the people of the sea welcome me
They say, "its peace, love and quiet on the ocean's deep"
So I might stay with them.
Mother, I'm mocked by my brain.
Mother, I am in pain
But the train at the subway wants to crush it
I think I he is my hero
Mother, I'm a flame on a candle
A lone flame in a snow storm,
Shield me!
Mother, don't let the water run out your eyes
For in the darkness your light for the road I use to pry.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC