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We do not walk away from the echo's of combat
in fact, we embrace it....
the shadows of death haunt us
but we like to believe that we haunt the shadows
Tanner C Feb 2015
We Live, We Die, We Laugh and Cry.
Kisses with soft lips
Hugs of warmth and tenderness.
The Dreams we had almost a Reality
But Nightmares Past came Roaring.
Suffering from Famine,
Of a Lonely Heart.
A Burden weighing your Soul.
Consumed with Doubt.
Wars Raging Inside Your Mind
Thoughts clashing with Hopes and Goals.
Praying for Death to ease the Pain,
You lay there Suffering Slowly.

The Feeling of Love is a Gift,
Pure and Euphoric.

While Hate is a Ravenous Plague,
Eating away at your Soul.

I'm Done Hating the Past. I Accept the Choices Others and Myself have Made. I'm choosing to be Happy. Thanks for the Good Memories.
C Cavierre Jan 2015
Let's clash until one of us can't take it—
Let our sparks create a fire, even if it shall burn us down...

Let us not be afraid of our fate, as long as we'll both be facing it—
'Til the day we both fall down...

Then—there—we shall confess—
Until then,
Let's pretend
K Balachandran Nov 2014
Her elegance, if as she pretends
is such an exquisite, priceless wine,
I'd just admire the bottle from afar, that's fine.
Relishing with out tasting it, is an
undiminishing  pleasure, beyond expression
she'd understand it in this instance

If desire eluding fulfillment, is pain
it's the ***** for me now, I 'd enjoy my trip,
even if my stubborn stance is in vain,
I'd rather die wanting, won't toe her line.
If with such allure, someone tempts too much
wants to prove a point after all this I've done to woo her,
I am not the one to submit, say uncle.
Let me make sure I'd rob the very thought
from her and keep it in a dark cave, as a treasure
for some future hunter  in search of ego's glitter
of a woman, that was robbed once and for all.
In human zoo, once when dating game was in progress..
Joseph Aaron Oct 2014
When the threads of gold are stretched,
  When the lives of men are in distress.
Pull down the lever to start this endeavor,
  With the pinprick of the gold spinner to put the princess to sleep,
     Bring about the winds of change as warring factions heed the call of priceless lives,
  The minstrels singing to the winners who survived the fall.

With the  kingdom crumpled and the men at fault,
   Who is there to blame but the king's forethought?
Wherein these restless nights shall lead to turmoil and the walls shall decay.
    Despise the soldiers who protect the fray,
Put arms in revolution and take back the winds...
    And have it all start over again.
Relatives of dead convicts
with debauched faces
and curly headed sailors
sing morose melodies
to the wail of saxophones
screaming strings
clashing cymbals
and the rattle of kettle drums.
Ben Walker Aug 2014
Broken chords
Torn heartstrings
Inspiring pain
Numbness

The wail of the electric guitar
The slow pulse of the drums
The monotony of the Bass
The slow bleeding of the singer

The music seeps out
Coalescing
Clashing
Conflicting

I see no end, only music
Music that slows time
Music that surrounds
Music that traps

A shared understanding
An outlook on the universe
A fear
Sadness

Poetic
Yet I still feel like leaving.
Parents. that's all I have to say.
The scratched iron cooking ***
full of my mom's beliefs
hit the floor,
spilling its spoiled contents
onto the scratched hardwood.
In a firm tone, the word rolled off my tongue.
**"Enough."
Mom, I am not you. I will not live according to your desires. You can't force me to stay here, so I won't. This poem speaks of a clash between my liberal and my mom's conservative beliefs.
Amitav Radiance Jul 2014
When the whole world doubts you
And your heart says a resounding yes
Take out the Clash Cymbals to crash all doubts
Make your own music to drown the noise
Clashing cymbals make the right music
Clash and Bang, that upbeats the true spirit
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