I take a deep breath, and look into the sky.
I think to myself I wish I wasn't shy.
I wish you were here to speak through the night.
I wish you were here and my fears put to flight.



There is nothing but death and the shadow of gloom.
Terrifying like a witch riding off on her broom.
There is no comfort for my tears.
No warm hand to be held through these years.
No words to convey my sorrow so bold.
While I watched with a sadness as to death you had rode.



I pray its not the end, but a beginning of sort.
I pray once again to see you at the port.
I pray for your safety and hope for the best.
I pray you'll stay well and gets lots of rest.
I pray you'll stay focused at the hard work ahead.
I pray I'll remember all the words you had said.



I hope not to see you in a hospital bed.
The thought of that scene fills my whole heart with dread.
You're brave and you're strong, I know you'll be well.
You're courage is unmatched it's like it's a spell.
I trust you explicitly, my whole pray is for you.
So come home soon, and in one whole piece too.


I love you indeed, in a jolly good way.
When you come home, it shall be a jubulent day.
Until that fine time as you come back for me.
What a day, what a day when your face I shall see!
It'll be Christmas time as when you had left.
Only this time from me, you won't be a theft.

She grabbed the coattails of his jacket,
Begging her daddy not to leave.
He shrugged the wool garment off,
And bending to his knees:
"Darling, don't cry,
You keep this for me--
God knows you will need it
More than I will need."
Again he turns to leave,
This time clad in green;
"Daddy, I will keep a promise
If you promise me to:
Stay safe and come home--
I will return this coat to you."
He paused, turned, and smiled,
And kissed her little head,
Later swept away for a call to be answered.
But he never returned again.
He tried so hard to keep his promise
To his little girl,
But now twenty years have gone pass:
She still holds on to the wool coat.
And his jacket keeps her warm,
And his jacket dries her tears,
Just like her daddy wanted to.

can you take my
shotgun shells and press
them into your ears because
i don't think i can stomach them
by myself,
he says, whispers to me
feebly while he plops the
heat of skeleton weapons
into my hands.
i did what he asked,
but he never told me his name.
and now i am sitting here
with gunfire symphonies and no
identity to put to the trembling
fingers that composed them. did
he **** or was he killed?
did he love his friend more
than himself and is that why
he held his ****** hands
in his ****** lap and
cried, "death love me" ?
i am shaking and small--
so was he.
i do not know much else of him
but that his face was sunshine
leather and his eyes were purple
in the haze of ****** summer
and more than anything
he was so terrified;
he did not
want to eat
his shotgun shells
alone.

Time will sweep the seas aside
And dry the wistlful shore,
But I'll stay here for you my dear,
And count the graves of war.

love is a battle field and not many of us are willing to fight. Most of us just want the rewards but how many will actually brave the war for love?. Don't be one of the soldiers that sit back and watch the other soldiers fight . Lace up your armour and get your shield ready, its time you fought for what's yours.

You're looking for a soldier
Who'll stay and fight.
Hold that gun high and proud.
But I'm the one who'd pull the trigger
On myself.

You're looking for safe ground
A place to rest your tired feet.
But every where I step
A crack in the pavement is made.
My feet is battle scarred by the bits of brokenness I've walked on.

You can train me up for battle
As hard as you want.
Put me through all the courses
Run all the laps needed
Make me to be the ideal fighting machine.

But as hard as I try
To stand my ground,
Someone always has the upper hand.
A  bigger gun
More bullets.
And bang
I'm left for dead.