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White Lphant Feb 2015
The idea that we are getting younger
is silly,
but why ?
we do our best to be younger .
Every year,
we lose this battle.

*Why do we try
The real war is not on the outside
It is on the inside
When you can fight
And overcome the lusts
And demands of your flesh
When you can turn to God
Instead of your habits
And find pleasure
Peace and solace
In the things of the spirit
When you can master yourself
You will have the power you need
To change your life
And the world around you.
Amulets and Talismans
Hide your daughters, arm your sons
Something wicked this way comes
There's evil o'er the land

Coats of grey and coats of blue
Pick a side, which one are you?
The dead are many, survivors few
Freedom is at hand

The fields are littered with the dead
What once was gold, now bleeds red
Corpses now grow here instead
What cost does freedom bring?

Crimson now does paint the earth
The blood of boys scant years from birth
They gave their lives, for what it's worth
Hear the bells of freedom ring

Two hundred years and more since then
The tides of war begin again
An endless circle with no end
Arm your daughters, arm your sons

Talismans and Amulets
Don't protect from fighter jets
It's sad how soon the world forgets
Something wicked this way comes....
Kassey Lane Jan 2015
They tell me I couldn't be more beautiful, or be anymore kind,
Clearly the fools here are blind.
An ugly truth uncovered,
A dark fore-telling discovered.
For I am a siren,
Singing against the wind
If you listen to my song,
Closely you can see
There's a darkening world inside of me.
You will hear the words
Full of pain,
They become hostel, and vile.
Thier potent words
Masked by false hope.
As my mouth spews fire.
And you fall in love,
blinded to my ways.
I shake my head in dismay.
Standing next to you but,
I'll let you waist away on my battleground,
So here I stand in my manipulations.
Never once did I lend my hand,
To pick you up again.
Your soon to be a distant memory,
Like a passing thought played in slow motion.
Your gone now,
Did you enjoy my song?
August 22 2010
Meg Howell Jan 2015
Gallant knights sweeping forth
A brave war they seek ahead
They can't seem to shake the feeling of stress forming storms that wish them dead
//One dreams of a life with the "perfect" girl
Another ponders a life of endless wealth
This one wants of food and clothes
That one wants to just be known
//But what none could see
And what none could plan
Is that world would come crashing in
//The vivacious boat full of ***** and broads
Seemed also to be full of snakes and frauds
//With every laugh and hearty drink
There seemed to be an equal thunder clap
They couldn't hide from the beast outside
That wished to swallow them whole and be satisfied
//Enemies can be hidden, and enemies can be shown, but not all trials and tribulations can be faced on your own
Sarah Gammon Jan 2015
They say to fake it 'til you make it
and I'm just wonder when...
I don't think that I can take it,
despite the release of my pen.

I try to shrug off the pressures,
the stress, and the constant insanity;
I try to see life as a treasure,
but it constantly is taunting me.

I want to be the person who smiles
no matter the trouble that's tossed my way,
but all these problems make a mile
and I am too tired by the end of the day.

Barely holding my head above water,
it seems ridiculous to keep swimming.
Yet, when I think about my father,
I've got to fight, regardless of winning.

My smile may grow weary
and my feet may drag after time,
waiting to "make it", you see.
And hopefully, I don't lose my mind.
Copyright Sarah Gammon 2014
Brittney Jan 2015
We say our demons are bad
We are told not to side with them
The rules are in place
To keep us from straying away
These demons that sit on my shoulder
That wander in my head
Tell me to go the other way
Say to take a walk down the other road
Make me question
Make me rebel
I feel a fiery pit in my stomach
as I look down the road
All the others are there
But should I stay here?
I am not to side with the demon on my shoulder
For it will do me no good
Except I can't help but feel a sense of wonder
A curiosity that pulls me the other way
An overwhelming of desire
Making me crumble onto the other side
You say not to listen to the demon in my head
But it has a way of drawing me in
With a crisp language that will never fail to entice me

B.Y.
Tryst Jan 2015
From hordes of fresh cut saplings that abound
The hunter will devise a trusted bow
Discarded remnants rot above the ground

In early spring when winter chills rebound
The hunter builds a shelter in the snow
From hordes of fresh cut saplings that abound

Through summer months, the hunter's meal is found
By streams and brooks that through the forest flow
Discarded remnants rot above the ground

As summer wanes and autumn comes around
The hunter lets his stock of arrows grow
From hordes of fresh cut saplings that abound

At autumn's end, two mighty kings are crowned
Their armies feast before the final throw
Discarded remnants rot above the ground

In winter when the archers' drums resound
And hunters pull the string and loose the blow
From hordes of fresh cut saplings that abound
Discarded remnants rot above the ground
First published 13th Jan 2015, 20:35 AEST.
Attineo Jan 2015
Light will meet the dark
In an exchange of battle;
Dark will seem stronger,
But light will win in the end.
It was foretold from the start.
always Jan 2015
Life struggle
Strugle  pain
Pain tears
Tears feelings
Feelings  Heart
Heart  Love
Love battle
Battle sacrifice
Sacrifice  courage
Courage Victory
Victory Happiness
HAPPINESS LIFE
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