50 Precent Feb 6
Sodium deposits in my legs.
Why do my pills look like eggs?
All of my clothes turned into rags.
Watch me as my elbow sags.
My life has fallen to the drags.
look at that beautiful old hag.
This is a beautiful place.
Я хочу деньги
Sodium deposits in my leh=gs
Я хочу деньги
Eric Fraley Jan 31
I've risen up from the bottom
I’ve free fallen from the top
I'm down to earth
But the free fall never stopped
I was eventually battered by the waves
Hit my head on the rocks
I drifted for days
I awoke surrounded by the ocean so misty and clouded in this grayish haze
Just like the sea
I felt sometimes so clear blue and so free
Then sometimes I felt as deep and as black as could be
The world had cast me away because I had questioned its wars
I had questioned its ways
Once again
The silver lining that had been behind this life had withered and frayed

As I looked around
Bullets began to stray
The ocean was flipped upside down
The sea floor became a battleground
Barbed wire raised
The ditches sunk
The scene unfolded into a battlefront
But that grayish haze didn't change
You couldn't mistake the sound  

The struggles

The shouts

The whizz of the bullets

The doubts

The moments of silence

I’m thrown back by the sight

The bloodshed

The violence

The sound and sight of artillery shells as they shatter the ground
Covered by the ash strewed grass
Once again
I'm thrown back
I was battered by the blast
I hit my head on a rock
Out cold
No longer than three minutes I'd last. . .
Bled out on the already blood stained grass

They arrived with a letter after only a day passed
My mother. . .
Her heart shattered like glass
My father. . .
To his knees he collapsed
An honorable death in the letter somewhere it read
But so many words left unsaid

Wasted life
Jesus Christ
What a pointless sacrifice
Sleepless nights
Sorrow filled flicker of the candle lights
Devastating letters to family. . .

Just wait till’ dad sees. . .

The 21 guns salute
The flag strewn casket

Inside his son. . .

Who he, himself, taught to shoot a gun at 6 years young
Lil’ sis’ still can't grasp it
Too young to understand the senselessness of a topic so sensitive

There truly is no sense in this
Our patriotic grievances
With all these wars and smothered grins
I wonder if anyone actually still believes in sins
I myself no longer see the light
I try so hard to catch another glimpse
I once saw it as a young boy
But then I grew up
The shadow of the real world was too immense
So it died out back then
I haven't seen it since

The human race
The United States
Says it strives for peace
Yet the world’s becoming more and more of a crazy place
They think being capable of the most destruction keeps us safe
Yet it's dangerous so they develop destructive weapons behind closed gates

The sins of humanity are clearly pointed out in our history
We've had two world wars soon to be three. . .

Undoubtedly. . .

Guess Planet Earth is now a wars world
It is this that makes the world so unworldly

One race

One world

Divided we've always stood
Divided we'll inevitably fall
Tripped over our own two feet
Caught up in the waves when our engines stall

Capsized by the waves of our history. . .

Sometimes so clear blue and so free
Then sometimes as deep and black as could be

History's developing a pattern so sink or swim won't matter
A shadow over our own people we so easily cast
Drowned in the darkness
Caused by the ignorance so easily hidden and masked
Caused by the heartless
So oblivious to the past
It's now just a matter of how long we can hold our breath
How long we'll last

One thousand years won't save our lives
But thousands of lives can be saved for a lifetime if we understand the fact that...

Wars don't determine who is right...

Only who is left
Only who is left to fight another day
It's sad to say
So sad to see
Wish these soldiers could come home and live happily

But when they close their eyes they see their brothers in arms meet their demise

Again and again and they beg and they beg

“Please god when does it end! ”

"What do you want from me? ”

"If it was only me and not them! "

“Why couldn't you have saved my friends? ”

“They were clearly the better men.”

They had wives
They had children
They had lives
Now what fills in?

A flag in a glass case
Right above the fireplace
A picture frame of their smiling face
An angel lost to amazing grace

A silent dinner table . . .

An empty space. . .

A whole future. . .

A whole life. . .

Gone and erased. . .

Lost to The Waves of War
Alec Jan 29


tell me about your demons
so i can understand them and help you beat them.
you don’t have to be alright
not in the day or the night.
you don’t have to put up this wall
every time that we call.

And you say
That I’m going to leave one day.
Or that there’s no way i can fall,
But I’m already enthralled.
I’d say “help I’ve fallen and i cant get up”
But that would imply i want to move
When really, I’m happy that I’ve fallen for you.
Please, don’t let this consume you before you decide to come talk to me.
Sage Jan 25
Late as midnight runs
only observed by ones braving the darkness
we see them

Rocketing from the heaven's beyond
collapsing from their mighty words
Seperating from their faith

as only blurrs
as only shooting stars
as only cosmic dust
we see them

The mighty arches,
holding them above all of humanity,
are burning with them
brightly ablaze they are turned to ash
and as the ash falls it rains
washing away the wings that once eclipsed the world
wings that once carried an angel

pelting to the ground
being thrown into the horrid world they once protect
once numb to any
pain and emotion
are now feeling everything
earth-shattering screams are the last words from these angels

with their first taste of pain
and their first view of fear
the grace-less beings
once considered next to god himself
are now so
now they pray under an angel-less heaven
Erin Knight Jan 20
the color of my defeat
a sinner, never an angel
a darling fallen from the heavens
with her wings ripped off, cast into darkness
her hair, the one swipe of scissors
even if it was a dull blade

I'm hanging on the ceiling
hoping I won't fall through the floor.
Dreams are crazy, aren't they? I feel like somehow they're a distortion of our lives, all mashed up into one.
Young and nothing to lose,
she is a monochromic innocence
fragmented muse
and delicate to show her inner self.

Blooms and garden of thorns
for you, i am a mirage in storm
the reflections you see through mirror
the silver light glowing through your face.

I am a bright side
with impecabilities
the light you have ever seen
after an infinite darkness.

I am a song you heard
in your dream

for you, i am a perfect distraction
in state of clarity.

For you, she could go worse
like an angel at her fall
hunted by fearless shadow
for you, she could be your muse.
Tony Oquendo Aug 2014
A soul full of jealousy,
a heart full of pride,
I struggle to keep my demons inside
My mind is corrupted,
my anger unleashed
my path is unclear as I change my stride
Relentless anguish,
unbearable pain,
a place I know all to well,
Heaven help me, for I have fallen,
I'm stuck on the wrong side of hell
the rain keeps falling from the sky
and the world will not stop shifting
the reasons why
to call you on the telephone
becomes harder to do
and it comes with me
and it won’t leave me

the rain will not stop falling from the sky
look out my window
i can see it fly
the time will not stop here tonight
because the time she left
she left with no reasons why

the tears do not stop falling from the sky
i can move on with it on my side
because the sky above will not dry

the rain will not stop falling from the sky
and the rain that is falling
and the rain that has fallen
will return tonight
Merlina M Dec 2017
to be honest
everything happened too slow
and too fast at the same time
i didn't understand what
did or did not happen

what did you wanted
to fall in love or brake me
to kiss or argue
to know me or know yourself

you said that you're selfish
i think you said so many things
at the same fucking time
so don't say i didn't understand you
because at the beginning you didn't let me speak
and in the end
i understood that the beginning
already was the end

but still i'm so sorry
for everything
I did or did not do
and for everything
what did or did not happen...
i'm in love with him, but he probably doesn't know and i't fine with me.
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