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Nine years since you went away,
I still think of you,
I still love you.
I often wonder if I make you proud,
Do you think of me?
Do you love me?
A soldier, on the verge of giving up
Once proud, arrogant, and war ready
Now torn, battered, and stuck
His aim no longer steady
And his voice no longer crisp
He was once a proud man!
But now, he feels as if he's only a wisp.

The war had taken its toll
The soldier had grown weary
he is no longer whole
And his eyes had become teary

He doesn't want to fight
It is a war he cannot win
The man who was once a soldier
Had now lost his thick skin

The woman he had loved
no longer feels the same
The war is over
And another soldier is left in shame
I don't know why many women are subconscious about their appearance
They're far better looking than I am.
I'm not unconfident, i just feel that there is a sense of truth behind this statement
It desperately needed to be said
 Jul 2015 Shadow of Iris
AMcQ
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 Jul 2015 Shadow of Iris
AMcQ
"I cant even write"
she whispered.
"Don't", I said,
"You've already written
It all behind
sleeping lashes.
Come closer,
so I may read
from your eyes".
Take, O take those lips away,
  That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
  Lights that do mislead the morn!
But my kisses bring again,
              Bring again;
Seals of love, but seal’d in vain,
              Seal’d in vain!
Tomorrow, fate might find me
Tomorrow, I could live in bed
Tomorrow, I might find my true love
Or regret all that I've said
\Yesterday, when I was looser
Yesterday, knew why I wept
Yesterday, so cold and lonely
Oh! I'm glad it's finally spent
\Today is now, and when it finds me
Hopefully, I'll be with you
Today is now, and never lonely
Now that I am beside you
 Jul 2015 Shadow of Iris
Kenshō
So many empty souls,
caught in form: like a desirous web.
Trying to prove in life
that they're not already dead.
But, aimless they meander, to and fro.
Getting lost in form,
forgetting what it was they wanted to show.
Who are you?
A woman walks down the pavement
An image of beauty
With a red dress and the adoration of men
Her black heels click on the tarmac

A man converses with his mates
The definition of charisma
With a suit on and a beer in one hand
He commands the respect of a crowd

A little girl plays on the seesaw
With her friend who is without a name
But when others walk past
They see the little girl is alone

The old man looks at the photos
Reminders, memories of him and his beloved
Framed permanently in sepia tones
A tear rolls down his cheek

The woman walking down the pavement is lost
The man with his mates is close to breaking
The little girl feels rejected
The old man is laying flowers on his beloved's grave

For though the sun shines today
The pain remains
Their loneliness a constant reminder
A constant tormentor
 Jul 2015 Shadow of Iris
jerely
Your words is like a fire
That aims to hit on my desire
You're running out of breathe
But I cannot loose my myth.

You can count on less than
or ten times in a row
Look up! and listen to
this heartbeat that overflow

Cause this is something
that you should know

But this is something
that you shouldn't know

And yet, this is something
that you should know

Release the pain
Forgive the main
This is the character that you hold unto
The broken heartstrings undo
Jerelii
July 16, 2015
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