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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'
Lux Oct 2013
As if you ever stopped to wonder about the hurt you put me through
as if i meant nothing the way you look me over
as if the world dint stop turning when i heard you were going
as if i am a child and you with your facts
and real "outlook " on life is the only thing you see
as if my belief that happiness could be ours is such a silly idea
Misplaced hope  You said.
why have you left me before you have even been shipped off
and i refuse to believe the **** you give me about not being able to
"commit yourself" to the navy and me at the same time
i was doing fine, you came back to me, this isn't fair
it is almost 2 a.m.  and your words are running through my head
The world is not a fantasy gen, we cant just run away and hope for the best
when people come back, they aren't supposed to go away again
out of the blue, disappearing,
to avoid a stupid wall they have put up from breaking down
just because the feel they care about someone too much
i almost had you .you almost gave in.
you told me you wanted me
and that you would love me till the day the sun goes out,
come back.
I feel broken in the most horrible way.
Liz Apr 2014
My eyes search
the navy air
but are unable to
depict the
soft features of the rabbits
loping tentatively
through patchy glebe.

I wish it was spring with
bright white fruits.
Just ripe.
Not summer, because 
in the summer we cloy 
under the fat cream trees.

I want to see you,
and the wild hares,
but the twilight's 
hiding 
its secrets from us.
Went on an evening walk yesterday in the evening and there were lots of rabbits but it was too dark to see them properly! It inspired this.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
143
I love you like a drunk call at 4am on a Saturday night saying I miss you, come back
Psychotically, I love you past pain and broken promises and "I hate yous" and "don't talk to mes"
Even after you decide you are done with me, I will love you.
I will love you until my bones become weak.
I will love at your darkest.
And I will love you until you see the light shining  from you;
The light that shines so bright I am constantly blinded by the suffering your love causes.
But I have found a home within your heart and my car is still parked in the driveway.

— The End —