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Jordan Leon Oct 2016
Where are our soldiers
Where can they be?
Fighting the wrong war
Over the sea
They should be here
Protecting the red white and blue
Keep our country together,
To be our glue
People are taking a knee
Not to disrespect
But hoping our soldiers will see - that
The innocents are dying
The kids are crying
The corrupt are lying  
The government is undermining
So say goodbye
Because without our soldiers
Our country will die
I had help writing this poem.
Co-author: Samantha Gordon
  Oct 2016 Jordan Leon
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I thought about it
on and on
and on
and on
and on
and again
Til I realized
I am my own
before I am anyone else's
I am free
But I am scared
of being too free


Too much liberty
Can cage me
  Oct 2016 Jordan Leon
Demonatachick
Smiles are deceitful my eyes tell the truth, what more do you need my face is the proof!

Look closer than that I am but a shell, brimming with Rage, my own personal hell.

believe nothing you see, not even me, for I am the demon and the demon is me.
Thanks to all who read my work
  Oct 2016 Jordan Leon
Demonatachick
That eternal sleep is what I seek, I dream for a world and a life less bleak, there's truth in the poetry that I speak, for I dream of a life worth living
  Sep 2016 Jordan Leon
Ramin Ara
He
Was
Deaf
But .....
  Sep 2016 Jordan Leon
Randhir kaur
With your satiny hairs,
You amble without a normal foot.
But with a pristine look,
Your big eyes shines luminously.
Dear, Maybe people call you a handicap,
I call those bullocks a madcap.
Interestingly, what, I am a handicap mentally, here I reveal.
Everyday I fight inside the close door when night falls.
A few days ago your eyes have cried a lot,
Let me clear here, you are a daring person.
It gives me a reason to fight with his servants openly.
You are a bizarre, I don't know you Monica Sharma.
Though we did not shook our hands at all,
But whenever these eyes squints you,
A new story creates a History...
Its very weird we do not know each other but still can relate my past with you and your name itself was a blow to me. This write is not for sympathy but my respect towards you of what you are. Though you are not different but extraordinarily different in your swag.
Kisi apne ki yaad dilati hain aap..
  Sep 2016 Jordan Leon
Ramin Ara
Spring is
Just like a mother
That has borne flowers
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