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Jul 2015
Such grand numbers of soldiers
Marching In ashen houses:
Bitten asunder, On fire.
Gripping agony so pale
(With courage tested to no avail)
Simply lost in camaraderie
That surely contracts some vague
Displaced reaper,
(If not at you're back then at you're door)
Inquiring,
"What are you fighting for?"
Hopefully for something as great as the
Fire colored skies of my town and
For something as lovely as the girls of my town;
I carry my home wherever I go.

Divine discontent seeping from the pores
In a livid morning;
(Slowly turning, fireworks exploding)
A melted shore disappearing
Upon some drench'ed pier.
We lingered with honor and blisters,
Seagulls swoop In large groups watching
Us while we laugh.
Crept inside my tumultuous heart
And changed my mechanisms from
Sleek to sharp.
(It was like a chemical
Interacting)

Transforming experiments In
Pounding myself against coarse
Aggravated callings in my right ear-
And a tweeting bird of infinite shape in my left.
Am I naive?
I had spangled dreams centered on devotion;
Hoped to be ready to drink the poison
Through bleeding and sores;
Year to spotted year.

Slowly dragging heavy feet
Along some sinking, flooded street;
Glimpses of my face in quaint stamped windows and
Street signs squeak, pushed by a breeze.
Flashback!!!
Headed into the coal black,
Wanting to turn back!
(A buzzing hum, a swollen drum)
Bang, Bang, Bang!!!

Where do my nights go?
Rough yet supple-
Sublime and dismal.
Maybe a pill (or five)
Will help:
My medicinal soothing soap.
Whisper sun rays of hope
Through a distracted period of maladjusted
Fractured-like pieces
Cascading onward by buildings and buses;

Skyscraper mornings and light rail nights.
Then a Bang, a Fear, a Flight
Wandering and pondering...
Seemingly lost expressions
Of a fixed world, with fixed suspicions, and
Amused paranoid delusions
****** at you!
Suspended in a haste!
Desperate chase never fully acknowledged .
(Or even understood)
I'm under a hood trying to hide
Don't get weary of all the **** in sight
For in this place a
Scream orΒ Β paradise
Could be one In the same;
Convoluted via chemical surroundings.
Bows N' Arrows
Written by
Bows N' Arrows  27/M/Mesa, Arizona
(27/M/Mesa, Arizona)   
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