God said that I was his favorite,
but the Devil leaned and whispered: "I used to be his favorite too."
Unsung heroes whom bare our scars
Substitutions to fight our wars With strength and dignity that isn’t learned To provide the freedom we didn’t earn Like wounded victims upon their shoulder Our weight they carry feels like a boulder Yet in strength they stand to serve us all So that we are not the ones to fall
To Veterans and to all who are currently serving, thank you for your dedication, sacrifice and loyalty. Thank you for being our substitutions.
To my backstabbing family,
It's me, your prodigal son. Do you remember me? Do you remember thine own? An outcast among a sea of Hazy grey, You threw me out upon the preamble to my solitary foe - Wasn't it you, Father who told me that "alcohol would never bear true happiness". Well, I hope you're happy. You used me. Now, look at yourself. A monster: sour, sickly, lackadaisical. An Orange Monster in the moonlight. I still remember the day you gave me my things and told me to Go -
The chemystery continues
It's not the ***.
It's holding your hand in mine It's the feeling of my head on your chest And your arm around my neck Cradling me softly like lovers do. It's not the ***. It's the way your eyes, Your cold blue eyes cut through my body Whispering to me secrets, about myself Things I never knew I needed to know. It's not the ***. It's not even you, really. It's your voice, your mannerisms. The familiarly we share, an intimate sort of history More intimate than the act itself. I'm not in love with you. I don't know if I ever was, in our previous lives. But here, in this lonely desolate world Your eyes consume me, and I think of nothing else.
For my childhood sweetheart.
Yesterday, I smiled.
All my worries fled. Today they came back to **** me. Tonight, I fear, I bled. Why do I bother with laughter When all that water will drain? I can do it myself. I can substitute laughter with pain. Don't tell me to quit my moping. You don't know what I'm crying about. You know, part of me is still hoping That someone will figure it out. Then I remember, I'm on my own now. So I guess I'll be bleeding alone. No more dreaming of sleeping in someone's arms, My pain and my tears are my own.
She relishes a slice of watermelon,when she does, it's a different act,
sitting across, he avariciously devour her,ogling can't be that intense!
You're just a substitute
Someone to hold in her place 'Cause if I close my eyes I can still see her face And I kinda like you But this sure isn't love 'Cause when I fall asleep It's her that I dream of And it's her I want When I'm alone at night But you're in my bed When I turn out the light So I'll hold you close But my mind isn't here It's wandered away Wishing she was near You will never be her I'll never be content Because inside my heart I know it's not meant To be
I pull it inside.
It cools me as it flows downward. It's black, sticky hands wrap around my lungs. A cool shiver trickles down my spine. My muscles unclench from the daily beating. My blood calms down. I have escaped the calls of the blade for now. For now, the smoke flies away with me.
— The End —