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emma jane Jul 2015
I want to say that I'm getting better,
that  these scars are starting to feel
like the marks of a warrior who has won battles,
but even if the bleeding has stopped, the war is not over.

There are so many days when the sun will come out,
and I can feel its warmth wash over me, and it is
when I am covered by its happy grace,
that the shadow of sadness is cast across the
sidewalks.. those sidewalks where every crack
was a canyon to wide to cross.
My blood stained on every square.

And as I stand on top of that mountain and look down
upon the valley that I had conquered,
i realize,
that my footprints spell your name...

Then there I go again,

crashing
burning

f
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falling, right back into
the devils claw.
love.......ehh not for me :P
Nicole Dawn Jun 2015
How do you even fight
A battle that's in yourself?
To answer: It's impossible
I know
I'm giving up
Mark Parker Jun 2015
Untrodden silver cesspool, 
Darkened by bombshell blast, 
Riding in weathered abyss, 
Covered with killer cannon fodders past. 

Black battle went into starstruck night,   
All started to fall, but not all fast, 
Over tricky time they all did fight, 
With wind guiding bloodstained mast. 

Lovers light broke with rising sun, 
Gleefully gallivanting through hours passed, 
Tediously tiptoeing with hopes to run,  
Over red salty sea made infinitely vast.
Another old poem.
abs Jun 2015
It hurts entirely
and to be honest,
it's difficult.
Complaining has been my everyday routine.
It isn't nice to feel like a slave everytime you wake up in the morning
and be prisoner whenever you close you close your eyes.

Though I admit, there are times
I opt to see the darkness,
Because in there, there is escape.

A little hope is burried in my stomach
I don't know for how much longer will it take for it to finally lose it.
But it's there firm and not willing to give up, yet.
Because that little hope loves deeply
It doesn't want to give up.

Each time I hear those tiny voices from a distance,
That hope fights back, it struggles.
Because I think that hope knows me better.

It whispers in my prison
when a tear escapes my eyes,
It  tells me to be still while it sings me a lullaby

And when everything inside becomes chaotic
That tiny little hope reminds me
That the war that I'm into right now,
is all worth fighting for.
I miss them
kenny Diamond Jun 2015
I fail get back up
My heart keeps going in this battle
My heart so broken
Where is the glue to put  it back together
A  mistakes of kindness is my  weakness
I wish i didn't  have to care and walk alone
I have my eyes on you
I wish the battle was over
I just want hold you tight
I just want look deep into eyes
It so hard being in this battle looking for love
i wake  up see the stars as my heart beats for the warmth of another
A battle to find love in lost world that love is forgotten .
Justine Jun 2015
It's a constant battle,
In my heart and head.

Give him a chance
Don't fall for his trance.

It's just a dance,
I'd rather be in France.

But look how ravishing he looks in his suit and pants,
I wouldn't even give him a second glance.

They say listen to your heart,
But you have to be smart
Or you're fall apart,
Having to repeat from the start.
Zead Jun 2015
This is not mine!
THIS IS NOT MINE!
THIS IS NOT MY HOME!

your diamond ***
intense compaction and heat
clear like hash gum
red as a cherry until it pops bittersweet
the end is enough
but victory feels naught
years of blood I cough
and hate is what i'm taught.

Away from sane
Pleasures of pain
Try and keep the loose locks chained
Realities plane
From what we gain
Oh life is tamed
From heart to brain
Your name is bane
Now I’m the same
These maggots of shame
Express my frame
The life of death is but a game

The fowls in your lies
They **** out my eyes
Streaking fire harmonize
Along the lines of mental suicide
now lost in higher skies
Known like when a ghost dies
Inegligible melting wax
With a sea of philosophical facts
Tearing your nails for satisfaction
incomprehensible refractions
why try to grasp such fractions
to only destroy your foundation?
like narcotics and communication
or the vane abyss of dead relaxation
Riley R Jun 2015
You are my sword and shield
you are my suit of armor
you are the helm upon my head,
the feather in my hair.
You smile and my spine straightens
my shoulders broaden
my muscles swell.
Someone tries to tell me that
your love is a sin
and my laughter is a spear
and the memory of your hand in mine
turns my heart to a weapon.
I am Achilles
and David
and Joan of Arc
I am Hua Mulan.
You kiss me and your breath
turns my lungs to billows,
your blood is in my veins
and not a drop will spill.
I can fight anyone
I can do anything
if it’s done in the name of you.
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
WAR
Is out there on our own lovely streets
In the souls of those the world mistreats
In the roughing waves threatening to wash us all
In the despondence of the **** victim's unanswered call
It's that long journey without a clear destination
It's the desperate cries in the broken heart of every nation
The heartbreak caused with no intention
It's the one without an answer,I mean the question
War is that desperate pregnant teenager attempting abortion
It's the *** slave in a foreign country up for auction
It's the slum child fighting with the bursting river banks
It's in the mind of the soldiers riding tanks
Doing what they can to rise up the ranks
And evade taking more innocent lives in mega chunks
It's the hopeless immigrants drowning on the mediteranean
It's the nuclear threatened Iraqees and Iranians
It's a *** hole forcing the driver to swerve and lose control
It's the tears of the fishermen catching nothing for days in their trawl
It's the worries in that littl'un fearing darkness
The priest's daily prayer,battling temptation, human weakness
War is another name for the famine eating the tribes in the arid north
It's the thought of a refugee mother whose child's got stunted growth
It isn't the opposite but the total absence of peace
It's a robber who loots everything, including bliss
It's a nightmare to the leader stuck in a seat
And the zealous opposition unaware of his inner heat
It's a hustle by the team which can't admit defeat
It's the struggle of an accident victim trying to regain his feet
It's in the believer's hope to see Jesus return tomorrow
Right before the entire globe sinks in ****** sorrow
It's the worries of a father who's spent his entire adult life unemployed
The uncertainty for a recruit in a war zone,just deployed
War is the puzzled gambler pondering suicide when he loses the little he borrows
It's the pastor wondering wether or not to dive in and save the drowning morals
War is that person perturbed, wondering why the hell he was created
War is all the choices you made and regretted
War is a three letter word,with a long meaning
Which some say is the only reason the globe is spinning
All are at War Them who are in Struggle
But there's no struggle that can't be overcome
Dedicated to all victims of War and struggle, happy to say I'm one of you
Kara Jean Jun 2015
Equanimity;
How stoically your eyes shroud
those growing storm clouds.
I know you're hurting, please don't use this façade with me.
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