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Tommy Johnson Feb 2014
He sat down at his desk
With his face buried deep into it
His sweatshirt road his broadened shoulders
Something about this guy interested me
He was new, fresh slate at a new school

We exchanged hellos
We exchanged names
I threw out an invite to chill
And he politely and happily accepted

There was something odd about him
In a good way
Offbeat
Offbeat boy
I gave him a nickname because his real name was to plain for him

I introduced him to my circle and they didn’t like him at first
But over time they became as thick as thieve
We all were
New bonds were made
Bridges built and doors opened

The things he would say
So random
So off base
So hilariously out of place
I loved it
I always looked forward to what he was going to say next

He was a true friend
There was no lying, no evil in him
He was pure, a pure person

He loved nature
His love was Mother Earth
Shedding at tear at environmental ignorance

He was socially awkward
He couldn’t talk to girls, or anyone that wasn’t one of us
He would get into fight we would have to talk him out of
The confusion he gave to the teachers and frustration he gave to the entire student body
He didn’t know any better

Writing a funny speech about what he would do if he was voted for class president
Then having it being taken as a threat against the school thus getting him suspended and having the police search his house for weapons

The complete disbelief of his guidance councilors
And the flabbergasted administrators were all gut busting comedies to us

As we approached graduation news of him going into the navy came about

And we were all in disbelief
But it was true
A boy who couldn’t life a five pound dumbbell was going to serve our country

Good for him

Even now I can recall our adventures up to that point
Staying out late and wandering the streets in the middle of a cold winter night
Cat calling at the mall, trying to pick up girls
Breaking things
Invading private properties
Avoiding police entanglements
Detentions
Suspensions
So many laughs
So many memories

When he left it was as if the once bright aluminous room we all shared was a little bit dimmer
But we were full of pride
We knew he would shine on else where

From Michigan to Texas to California for boot camp and training he went
Our friend went on a journey, his own journey

One year later, we all await his return

He is back, oh the change is overwhelming
He shines brighter, he’s witty
He’s mature, bold and confident

He’s become a man, he found himself

He has claimed his long sought after love

The one who has been walking a difficult path and strides in beauty

He made passionate love to her last night
He woke up from her house and came to mine at 5 AM

I awoke to find him sipping coffee in my kitchen; he had a smile in his heart that was bigger than the stupid grin on my face
I sat and talked to him, chugged my coffee and got dressed

No we were going on another adventure, two weeks
Two weeks with him was all I have
Then he’s being deployed for two years
He speaks of oncoming war with Syria and North Korea
His views have changed
He believes in war
My, my I’m astonished
This is my friend?
The awkward, soft spoken dude in my history class?
Now I wait to see what happens next
With one of my dearest friend, Chives
Austin Heath May 2014
Some win,
they'll declare a celebration in vocabulary.
Pat yourself on the god-**** back kid.
You went there and committed those
worst of evils.
I was alive in a time of great confusion
and mass hysteria, post WW2
for 60 years, and they still
haven't put out those fires.
Yeah, some success you have here,
that machine burns just to burn.
Perpetuates for perpetuation.
The purpose has become
redundant, in and of itself.
simply tylla May 2014
war is mellow
is the deepest of lies
nothing takes you away
from the feelings inside

men go to war
it’s what they have to do
a simple slip of paper
with horrors brought too

a senseless battle
bringing death into the night
just a couple of young guys
with a newfound love of life

we fight to bring peace
and ease troubled minds
a place so unfamiliar
that we’ve come to reside

the truth gets lost
so tangled into the lies
who the really enemy is
is something the government hides

sometimes it’s hard
to miss home so much
tranquilizers to take you away
from death’s single touch

a war inside the jungle
with nowhere to hide
quickly becomes a war
inside our own minds
a poem in ted lavender's POV from the book 'the things they carried'
Francie Lynch May 2014
Uniformed and re-upped,
We are the mind sweepers,
The navel gazers moving lint,
Waiting for the image to strike.

We are the missals
And the launchers,
Looking through cross-hairs
From think tanks.

We captain verse vessels to shore,
Unload and return for more.

We are the Romantic
Ancient sub-conscious mariners
Stitched in hammocks.

We are rocketeers.
A force
To reckon.
Be my Hero, my protector.
  The one I can run to when
     I need a shoulder to cry on.
Be my Hero, my lover.
  The one who's name I call
    when I'm alone in this dark world.
Be my Hero, my bright light
  The one that makes my day
    brighter with just one smile.
Be my Hero, my knight in shining armor.
Im caught up in your smile,
    your eyes
Those deep blue eyes
   that captivate me, that keep
        me in a trans.
That make me fear your departure
    that comes closer and closer
As I wish to send you with
       a Goodbye kiss.
I'll be waiting,
     for the day we become one
I'll be waiting,
     'till the day you return
I'll be waiting,
     with my heart still open for you
No matter how long,
      i'll be waiting for You
Audrey Apr 2014
I cannot move, breathe, think, speak,
Legs splayed across cool sheets
That you departed from,
Your legs splayed in dusty sun
Far away.
Dim light filters through the
Dark blue muslin curtains we bought
Years ago,
Or it could have been days - each second is an eternity with you,
The curtains that reminded us of the night we met.
I can't bear to see the flag in the corner, tear stained,
Like my black clothes still strewn across the carpet.
All gone.
Somewhere in the back of my
Aching head, piano music plays and I
Believe
It is the song you played, the only one you knew,
When you asked me to marry you. I said yes
You hit the cheap keyboard so hard with joy
It broke, and all the keys spilled onto the ground,
Little pieces of black and white laughter.
And my heart swelled to the point of
Bursting
When you signed up, with your brave face and handsome eyes,
To defend me.
We both left unsaid the painful truth:
You would go away and maybe you wouldn't come back.
The day of your deployment my throat was so thick
I was choking on my fears, little dark stones of misery
Settling in my stomach before you even left, tainting the
Brilliant blue sky.
My wedding ring felt so heavy I would have
Sworn it would pull me right down through the
Hot, tar-scented asphalt swarming with camouflage.
I could barely whisper how much I loved you,
Tears dropping from my eyes, so swollen I
Strained
To catch a final glimpse of you, looking over your shoulder,
Your brave smile, handsome eyes
You blew me a kiss
I lost it,
My emotions pouring from my heaving chest, ugly sobs,
Let my eyelids sink over the image of you
Walking away.
It is my biggest regret, not watching until the
Last second.
If I had watched you leave, maybe somehow
You would have come back.
Sol Ivan Apr 2014
and with spring
came the first grown seed of my sorrow
for i have lost all sense of freedom
and who am i anymore?
i don't recognize myself when i look in the mirror.

they said it's fine, everybody does it
so why does it feel like my spirit has died
a thousand burning deaths?
why does it feel like my heart is beating faster,
and my legs want to run?

all i can see is big walls
and they are all tainted green,
and it no longer symbolizes freedom to me.
all the wild things are blue, and maybe pink,
but they have all been taken away from me.

and through my ragged breath i try to scream,
'someone, please help me. take me away from here',
but it's in vain, 'cause no one can hear.
two long months ago I joined the military (it's something we have to do where I live once we turn 18). And as realization downed on me that this is my life in the next two years, I was flooded with all these feelings.
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