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Joshua Jones Sep 2012
We were thrown in this holding cell, spaced evenly apart
I remember it being cold and damp, it was hard to move
All I could see was a bright light above us, so bright almost blinding
The haunting laughter of children echoed, bad things happened here once
The cell shook and we could feel the entire room moving, the prisoners silent with fear
With a crash the cell was still, the light was fading
Now the light was gone, "whats going on?" a fellow inmate screamed
We could feel heat raising from the floor we were trapped to, it steadily increased
Some time passed and now the heat was getting unbearable, the smell of burning flesh was in the air
Scream after scream my fellow inmates were over come by the heat and burned to death
I knew this was the end, as my screams followed the countless others
There was now silence as I lay on the very edge of my own end...
When I felt the heat being taken form the chamber, and now i could feel the cell moving again
The Familiar bright lights gave no peace, and just before my life gave out I heard a woman saying...
"Okay kids cookies are done!"
Joshua Jones Jun 2012
You see that man there? He is one happy man.
But don't let his smile distract you he shouldn't be here.
Then why is he so happy you ask? I'll tell you.
He sits there everyday, fishing... passing the time.
You see before he came here he was sick, very sick.
But he never gave up, he fought until he just couldn't fight anymore.
And when his time came he faced the light without fear.
At the service he family held, he came to see that which he left behind.
For in that instance he was able to see his entire family and every friend he had ever made.
But he did not cry, nor did he weep.
He picked up his tackle box and grabbed his fishing rod then sat down on that boulder next to the water.
And with a cast of his rod he just smiled... for now he knew he was home and one day they would be too.
Now you see that man there? He is one happy man.
This is for my uncle, now fishing where they always bite.
Joshua Jones Nov 2011
Down that path
fear awaits...
into that forest
death awaits...
crossing that line
battles await...
from the front line
your duty awaits...

that feeling within
your destiny awaits...
Joshua Jones Oct 2011
Darkness engulfs me
Echoing screams penetrates  my soul
I feel nothing, emptiness surrounds me
Suspended in place by the energies of the abyss
Something pulled me…
Pulling harder and harder
I can’t control this force
Pulling so violently
With a flash of light I gasp for air…
My vision blurry at first clears
Paramedics...
Have brought me back to life
Joshua Jones Oct 2011
In the forest there is a down tree
Its crossing the road ahead
I drag out my chainsaw
I try to start it up but I cant
Now I got it going, I start to cut the tree
The moisture from its bark lands on my face
I cut half way down I almost got it then I realize
I don’t have a chainsaw, and I’m not in the forest
All I have is a razor, and I’m sitting in the tub
Joshua Jones Oct 2011
Sun sets on the back drop of the tree line
Cool air blows the tall grass
Trees sway to the change of the season
Feeling of the coming winter are still in the air
Memories of distant seasons flood the mind
For now this is home and always has been
Joshua Jones Oct 2011
The first time I saw her I loved her
I tried to see her as often as I could
I tried to control myself but I had to kiss her
I said I loved her as she replied she loves me
Our lives have changed but I still love her
I hope she knows I still love her no matter what
That will never change, for it is our fate
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