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Look up at these walls.
Outside the city, but never really seen.
Lacking in uniform, a past of wars and conflict portrayed in every laid brick
History has shown that intruders have been let in.
Maybe disguised but overtime laying siege somehow.
Still poor leadership, or experience were the enemy,
Not just flaming arrows from the other side.

Researching the most recent battle, the scars still fresh in this expanding kingdom,
The enemy did not conquer,
But the kingdom surely did not win.

Warriors unfit for combat, never seeing blood or swords before,
But now the only line of defense for an unsteady people.
Having heard of war before, or even seen a nearby passing army, each man had an image of military and what they must do.
Full of misguided ideas, but not without trying.

Year after year the warriors grew more delusional than the last.
As well as a hunger for the glory of the past.
Over time, the walls were grandiosely constructed,
Assuming the worst, they made them impenetrable,
Strong enough to hold a Kingdom captive but safe from the outside world.
Building upon the history of painful loss.
As expectation of conflict grew,
Strategies were drawn and planned.

But there were no generals, no veterans to lead.
Everything was up to trial and error, as if a fight was a longed for pleasantry.
Seeking after any tension, pushing forces into every contested land.
Battle after battle experience was pillaged, but forces were lost and surely it did not contribute to the true knowledge of a war.
The possibility existed that meaningless battle further romanticized a full on conquest.

Soon the kingdom would come to realize, a reenforcing of the kingdom itself would prove to make better a future of warfare, or even the midst of a war would not bolster the army.
Creator Sun Sep 25
I lag behind
My 'friends',
I noticed that I've become
Invisible. Unnoticed.

A husk of who I was.
A shadow.

A void in the night.
Outshone by the light.
I feel so empty,
Like a thought of the past.

I'm in another dimension,
A wall of words separate us.

Or rather,
A chasm of words unsaid.
Lost words they are,
Just like me:

A shadow.
A shadow of the past.
One of my buddies/peers told the CCA group at whole that she felt 'like a shadow' during ourhat of fears time. I thereby dedicate this poem to her.
My Type Sep 14
I fear that one day...

ill jokingly say no,

and you'll say...

Anna Sep 7
I lean my body against the wall
on the same wall
that you held me
Strong as the union of cement and brick
that kept her standing
My eyes shine
with the tears that keep coming down
I wish you had turned me on
rather than sad for a lifetime
I breathe the little and unhappy air I can
And just like the unhappiness that brings with you
I carry in my countenance
the emptiness of a life without you
My body is not the same
empty as the broken bottles
on the kitchen floor
Maybe in the living room and down the hallway
In my stomach the liquid runs through
And on my cheeks
all the salt water the sea could ever hold
My body terrifies
all the air that I can't keep
I miss when we used to turn on the radio
High frequency
To cover the loud noises we used to make
I loved the way you drove me
As a formula one car
Fast, couldn't think
didn't ponder for a second
You were wild as a stray cat
Could you go back to the same?
Take me off of this wall that I cry so badly.
Purcy Flaherty Jul 2018
Dad is so very proud of his culture, underneath this nationalist, racist, sexist, homophobic, religiously intolerant, ageist and xenophobic snobbery; is a man that stands by his right to hate who he likes.

Oh the irony!
Bigots and nationalism
Anastasia Aug 9
My head
Is pounding
It hurts
I shouldn't have
Hit it
  Ove r
  O v E r
   O   V  E r
O V e R
Against a concrete wall
A Simillacrum Jul 29
this ******* thing came to this:
two brains, sever and split.
two pigs, top of the town,
made marquee marked on the ground!

i'm smothered, but
the fourth wall's
done getting scraped!

version one point one was nothing new,
these scrapes make room for version one point two.
Johnny walker Jun 29
Time skips me by while I'm drinking coffee In my local cafe my head In the clouds I'm miles away lost deep In thoughts of all my
Memories flooding my veins and vision filling my head of days gone by that never will be again the clock on the wall Its continuous
For everything else around me seems to have stood still
Its as If myself and the clock are the only ones moving
for everything Is frozen In
For I know one day that clock
will stop ticking for me then Its I who will stop moving and everything else around me
will start moving again and
will go to the place of the forgotten for time will have been called on me and the world soon forget of
“So, what’s the case?”
‏                    “Regret, stupid ******* regret.”
“Anger talked in your place?”
                     “Including hate and more hate after being set.”

Finally deciding to show that I am not ok.
Uncovering what I was so good at hiding.
Expressing in the wrong way,
Always had me ended up crying.

I had to say what I was supposed to hear.
The unbearable was mine to bear.
There is nothing between the truth and the lies but thin lines.

Hate ran through my vines,
One that I wasn’t capable of holding.
One thing was for sure; I was terribly hurting.

No one is every the villain of their own story.
Nevertheless I was the villain in mine.
By the time my tears were wiped in the lobby.
I had built an impossible wall to climb.
We all build walls around our broken hearts, although we sometimes wish someone will care enough to brake us out.
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