All armies are the same Publicity is fame Artillery makes the same old noise Valor is an attribute of boys Old soldiers all have tired eyes All soldiers hear the same old lies Dead bodies always have drawn flies
You are the early 2000s playlist in my memories A poster ******* and faded, advertising a white face Pictures of the past I struggled to survive The words which I spewed on a dime
I still dream of the things I want to say I want to be your good time But also your whole life You see, this is the dilemma in my own weird way But I don't want to fall back and die Or live beside the ocean Because that would be the same as all my other days Lonely
I am nothing now I have worn my battle scars My trunk is chared from years of burns There are scars through and through Covering the vastness of my wood Aged and withered Struggling to survive New leaves bud out A sign of hope But I'm blackened to my roots Once natural and whole Now striving for social perfection I have lost it all The children can no longer play in my beaches They are too frail No longer do artists sit under me and draw For I am a failour, too ugly to be seen I am worthy of nothing but to be burnt Again
school assignment to write yourself as a tree. I lost the one I wrote so this is what I threw together at lunch just now
I've spent my life in the river's ebb and flow Some days spent fighting the current, others just floating along But now my river has no current, and I no fight I'm stuck in a lake now, with only my hope Most days I hope I don't drown, others I wish I already had
I'm angry A red hot fire Burning down the world Holes and mountains
Why would you believe what I tell you The color is red You have a lock on my head It's not appropriate You tell me that I am an idiot
Stop an dmock Spin and lock That is why they liked you Yet you can't talk
A long year endures you times four The times I plead endurance leaves me bored I am at a cross road under a thousand eyes Though such words are lost on you
Find solace in solitude, There is no shame in that. We are unknown to ourselves An ocean to which we delve. Scarcely coming up for air, Entangled in fathoms Whirlpools of despair. Waves of introspection Spare us shallow reefs Yet cast us into darkness And the horrors of the deep.