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Haueru Dec 2019
Me
I think
Therefore I am
I want to be greatest
Of all time
Actually I'd settle for
Being the greatest me
I can possibly be
So I guess no regrets
Pretty much impossible
To regress
God I only pray
For success
Morning mantra
Empire Jun 2019
Alright, Darkness
You’ve held me captive so long
I stopped fighting
I let you consume my mind, my being
But I did not rest idly
I gathered my strength
And now I will reach yet again
For the sword I had sheathed
I will fight
I will wage war
To protect myself
To save myself
I’ve rested well
And now with my sword in hand
I will banish you from my heart
I will reach out to the light
And be filled again
With life
Deadwood Jawn Jun 2019
YOU ALL
TELL ME
YOU FEEL SIMILAR
YOU FEEL THE SAME
YOU FELT IT TOO

YET

I DO NOT SEE IT

YOU NEVER SHOW ME.

WHERE IS YOUR VALOR!?

I AM OUTRAGED WITH THE LACK OF YOUR EVIDENCE PRESENTED TO ME.

GIVE IT TO ME!

HOW COULD YOU EXPECT THE FAITHLESS AND HOPELESS

TO RESIDE IN THE SHELTER OF FAITH IN THIS MATTER?

WHERE IS YOUR VALOR!?
OUTRAGE.
Deadwood Jawn Jun 2019
Although there rests two days
                                                     of labour;

Two days
                 of toil;

Two days
                  of endurance.

Still,
         I will part the red sea.

I shall stand before adversity.

                 I will divide mine enemies.

                                       I shall stand and fight

                                                                           Fight 'til the death!
Got two days of hard work to get through. Let's get this done. Soon, I can run away and escape for a few days and just shed.
Empire Apr 2019
I've been fighting so long
In this awful, ****** war
I'm deeply tired
Wounded, scarred

I want to surrender

The voices screaming
"Give up," "You can't win"
"You'll never escape this"
"You'll never escape us"

I want to surrender

But there's this force within
Keeping me breathing
Swinging my sword
When my own strength fails

I want to surrender

I am reminded by it
That I can't give up now
There are better things coming
My fight cannot end here

I want to surrender

I suppose, there must be
Courage inside of me
Because despite its allure
I have yet to give in

I want to surrender

And it is the act
Of overcoming this desire
That proves to me
I fight with valor
Inspired by Skillet’s “Never Surrender”
Ken Pepiton Apr 2019
the history and indoctrination of infantry

infant re
cruits

de rim u derimu, I count (old high irish)

gityeirishup, er shut yer leprechaun trap,

clap three times, spit wit the wind.

reason countable

you are trained to focus, aim,

miss, aim, miss, aim miss, come let's
cipher this thang out,
raison d'etre,
and all...
aims,
though misses all
count for nothing,
valenced by
one heartfelt hit t' knock the lie right.

old man re
crew recurrent reason to let this be re
al, always, already re
pulsing
pulsing
pulsing

aim, loose... spit wit'thwind...

---- war seen from after his jet died--
---- vicarious warriors can't match
---- the missing memories.

Prisoners enobled warriors endurent
indoctrined to prevail

"did I train well enough to do my job?"

Win the war. Right, that was your job,
all along.

What?...

no will to win a war without a reason
not willing to question
reason

authority doctrines in undated
rulebooks only lawyers
can read, that's a rule.

sacrifice and suffering un
common valor *** common
virtue

how do you win?

-- my guess, really

love my enemies. As good a way to die
as any I've tried.

-----
war stories on youtube. imagine that and
sure as hellen highwater was easy

I gotta call armchair-back o' the arm
bullshistory,
as I wipe a smeared memory

bullsss'it... RTOs don't walk point,
not back when you had
the radio, or said y'did,
nor did ye rereguard, when you
have the radio, Pr'ck 25
(like a cell phone
weighing 25 pounds, with a 5 mile range,
and no data. One to a team, as we

squellch squellch out) Nah, the guy's

lying, but it will hurt his kid's feelings,
if I say so,

or
he could believe his own hero myth,

I do.

---- nah, war stories are all we remember
ever after, happy as helen highwater was
to find you after fifty years
on facebook.
***
FTA, it don't mean nuthin'

it was so
silly, this is not the way it's supposed
to be, we

were the redcoats.
We were hanging Johnny Tremain Ngyuen,

wasting the last crawling,

man,

the first starlight scope flash
bright green white

FNG popped a flare.

--- when do we call ******* ---

For the price of a baseball cap, a fool
can claim honor other fools died for.

Silly little war. Eighteen thousand
eleven bravos of aver
age age
Twenty-two.

Ooh ooh, like Pappa Doc 22 voodoo
doopy doo doopy doo
Duvalier, Ton Ton M'coo

hey. okeh

we got you. You thought crazy,
now you can stop.

--- there was a war and nobody won.
--- safe. passed madness has passed on.
--- see what good you may imagine done.
--- work that out, without making enemies.

April Fool. Why has this day always been about me?
Ask yourself. There exist

degrees of foolishness, none fashionable beyond
twenty-two.

footnote: https://www.uswings.com/about-us-wings/vietnam-war-facts/
Who has a guess why facebook would refuse a link to this page. ***** about it.

Census Stats and “I Served in Vietnam” Wanabees
1,713,823 of those who served in Vietnam were still alive as of August, 1995 (census figures).
During that same Census count, the number of Americans falsely claiming to have served was: 9,492,958.
As of the current Census taken during August, 2000, the surviving U.S. Vietnam Veteran population estimate is: 1,002,511. This is hard to believe, losing nearly 711,000 between ’95 and ’00. That’s 390 per day. During this Census count, the number of Americans falsely claiming to have served in-country is: 13,853,027. By this census, FOUR OUT OF FIVE WHO CLAIM TO BE VIETNAM VETS ARE NOT. This makes calculations of those alive, even in 2017, difficult to maintain.
April 1, I found me listening to oral histories on Vietnam and ,,, got a bit ... ******
Robert Ippaso Mar 2019
Where is the anger, wrath untold
For these young men that go to die,
In foreign fields where we behold,
Bright plumes of poppies where they lie.

Words can’t explain the tears that well,
For sons and brothers lost to life,
Too soon the ringing of that bell,
The rousing epitaph, the doleful fife.

And yet in youth there is no fear,
To follow bugles sounding proud,
The thought that death be quite so near
Drowned out by voices shouting loud.

Forward they go brothers in arms,
As if a wave breaking on shore,
Courage undoubted, impervious to harm,
They follow destiny to history’s lore.

For those that lived beyond the slaughter,
Their lives now changed for evermore,
Gone is the youth, the raucous laughter,
In a recurring nightmare of blood and gore.

Award posterity the wrongs of war,
Our solemn duty merely to remember,
All those brave souls that went before,
Their memory a bright everlasting ember.
Samuel Louis May 2018
Brown Hair
  Blue Eyes
    Big Smile
Strip him down bare
See if he cries
He is just a child

Stripped of his armor
Where is his valor?
IDk, there are things in life that go on, and I wonder if putting on a brave face is worth it or not. Sometimes I feel like I put on a brave face only when I am scared.
Elrow Swift Nov 2017
Sir Knight, Sir Knight
please hear their plight
Beasts are attacking the land

They target the weak
the gentle and meek
It's time to take a stand!

but Sir Knight, Sir Knight
why show you such fright?
How quickly your courage fades

"I surrendered my sword"
said the cowering lord
"and let beasts devour the maids"

I see, Said I
as I tried not to cry
You lack both a sword and a spine

Those you swore to protect
now lie derelict
you are no hero of mine

Although I have no sword
I shall serve as their ward
and show there is still honor in men

I will fight for the weak
for the broken and meek
I'll not allow monsters to win.

Reader what about you?
Will you join in too,
and fight with sharpened blades?

or will you sit in the dust
as your sword starts to rust
and beasts devour the maids
When Knights Surrender Their Swords, Beasts Shall Devour Maidens.
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