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9/11 tributeUnderneath crumbling castles lays a kingdom of broken glass and broken souls. A kingdom declaring war with an empire disguised as a village. The kingdoms loss has grown since their initial declaration, after the loss of 3000 townsmen, women and children. At war across the blue and the white there is no shortage of red. No shortage of shed tears. No shortage of lost limbs and lost families not knowing what to do because the plague has taken their husbands and wives and ****** them into a war that was only supposed to last a month. 12 years later, the plague has spread and our patience spread thin and we have an urge to be the worlds kings and sentence those who don't agree with the crown to death. The kings changing over the years and the throne passed along. But we won't forget those princes and princesses who never got saved from the towers.
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Sep 11, 2013
a cold autumns nightA cold autumns night. / Trains and coyotes whine in the midst of dead silence. / Thoughts strewn about like leaves on the front lawn,
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Sep 24, 2013
a love hate relationshipI love you like a funny joke. / I'm smiling because i just remembered your punchline but I always seem to forget it. / I love you like an artist loves his first painting.
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May 9, 2013
Ashes, Ashes.Leftovers from a red hot feast / My heart turns gray with ash. / As smoke clouds infect my lungs and flow into my blood stream
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May 14, 2013
christmas poemWhen I was a little kid, / I was afraid of Santa. / Of course I believed in him, what kid wouldn’t.
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Dec 19, 2013
Dear Luke;I once asked my little 4 year old cousin, / “What do you want to be when you are older?” / Astronaut, he says.
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Mar 19, 2013
From teardrops to glass bullets;A sadness overcome by / A simple thought of a bright light. / The slight imagination of an illuminated orb
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Nov 11, 2013
GoodnightGoodnight. / Sleep well. / I love you so much.
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Apr 21, 2013
i dont knowthis is a shout out to the kids who haven’t cracked a smile since last summer. / To the kids who’s wrists turned to cutting boards / and stomachs intentionally went empty.
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May 19, 2013
Knock KnockI am sick of writing sad poems. / I want to write a happy poem. / My only problem is,
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Mar 27, 2014
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