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Key Jul 2018
The thoughts are gone
My mind at ease
I haven’t noticed this kind of peace
Stressed but blank
Worried about moving up in rank
Get my head on straight
Stop ******* up so much
That would come in clutch
I know I’m not perfect
Lord knows my imperfections
Weak moments are secured
Feelings on standby
No time for that
No more handouts
You work for what you want
You get what you give
You’ll always be better than baby ***
Moving on to a sailor
From bootcamp to A school
They’ll try their hardest to make
A soldier out of you
Little do they know
You’ve been in plenty of battles
Win and lost many fights
Drink to the foam
Heal your battle wounds
Encouraged to see another day
Support by the thousands
Don’t let anyone down
April 6th is your day
You’ll really have that crown.
Jamie Horridge Oct 2013
We spent all summer together.
I slept til noon every day, which now I regret because I realize I could have spent more time with you then I did, but each day I woke up, I woke up to a phonecall with a voicemail to follow it up.
You would say “hey babe, it’s me” because you knew I had your voice memorized.
And even if I hadn’t, I had memorized the pattern we spent our summer following.
You’d call me while I was sleeping and wait til I woke up, and I’d call you before I blinked for the first time that day.
You could never wait for me to get ready, so you’d come and watch me as I picked out my outfit and put on my makeup while you proceeded to tell me each and every day that I never needed it.
But August of that summer, you left.
You went to bootcamp.
I wrote you every single day, multiple times a day.
And you replied when you got the chance, which wasn’t often but understandable.
And even though you are hers now, I keep those 12 letters you wrote me those 10 weeks away from home in a wooden box on top of my dresser because knowing they’re there brings me back to you.
To that summer we were so happy and in love.
That summer you took my heart.
And that same summer you never gave it back.
This is very old, but I just found it and really enjoyed reading it again.
Restivo Jun 2010
Bootcamp helps me out:
running windows on a mac.
traitor to both sides!

--

I try and try, but
the force won’t bring me my juice.
sigh. robot it is.

--

the borg ship attacks!
shields down to twenty percent!
but first: earl gray, hot.
- 2009
BarelyABard Jun 2013
Dear poets,

I am leaving for bootcamp in three days.
I will come back as a sailor and I will still come back as a writer.

I wanted to say that I have adored every minute I have ever spent on this website.
So many words.
So many souls...

I want whoever reads this to remember something while I am gone.
You're beautiful.
You're loved.
And you're ******* awesome.

I will have someone post the address where I am and if anyone hear would like to send me something, it would be appreciated.

Stay you.
Ryan Gonzalez Jan 2015
Longing for someone
an unfitting feeling
like the math teacher
with a New York accent
teaching in Wisconsin

Waiting
for the baton to go down
so I can stop pretending
and let the anger free
the last note of an opera

Tuning out
like putting earbuds in
everything echoes through
but falls short from me
an incomplete pass
or a fumble

Moving on
infinite and torturous
an unending bootcamp
ending only in tears
and a reinforced spine
judy smith Sep 2015
Gretchen Rossi knew that she wanted to marry Slade Smiley since the beginning of their relationship. They got together shortly after Rossi lost her fiance to cancer, and Slade has been her rock throughout the years. Gretchen was concerned about getting married too quickly, mostly because of his child support issues. But it sounds like he is more than ready to marry her.

Gretchen Rossi has already cancelled their wedding once. The two had planned the wedding and set the date, but they had to cancel because the date conflicted with previously created events. Rossi could not get married on her chosen date, as many of her friends and family members could not make it out. The two have been engaged for two years.

According to a new Radar Online report, Gretchen Rossi is now canceling her wedding again — and some people believe that these two will never get married. As it turns out, the wedding cancellation has nothing to do with their feelings for one another. Apparently, it is just tough for them to find a date that truly works for everyone.

“They are definitely still getting married and are very much in love,” a source says, adding, “Why else would they do Marriage Bootcamp together? The reason that the wedding has been postponed so many times is not because they have doubts that they are meant to be together, but because they are both working on a lot of projects right now.”

It is no secret that Gretchen Rossi is working ******* her business, Gretchen Christine, and she often posts pictures on Instagram of her work. She has never been in a rush to get married and have a child, and it sounds like she is being reasonable in her planning.

“Gretchen just launched a purse line and she and Slade are pitching several different ideas to various networks for projects that have them both on camera and behind-the-scenes,” a source has revealed, adding, “Lately they have been getting a lot of pressure from their close friends to do it already. Gretchen cannot wait to be Slade’s wife and, when the time is right, they will have their huge lavish wedding. This is what they both want.”

Last year, Rossi opened up about her struggles to have a child. Gretchen shared her journey on The Doctors last year, but she revealed that they had not been successful.

“I always knew that I wanted to be a mother,” Gretchen has previously said, adding, “Slade knew that it was something that was very important to me, but he also told me he had a vasectomy. We just decided that in-vitro fertilization was a much quicker way to make things happen for us.”

What do you think of Gretchen Rossi delaying her wedding yet again?

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Sirenes Jun 2015
I never wanted to be a mother
Not because I dislike kids
Just wasn't something I ever considered
It was never a priority
Not something I considered in my calculations

Over a year ago
I was asked to be a godmother
Hell why not
They call me Aunt Bootcamp
Self-explanatory
Although kisses and hugs
Are always available

And sure they're cute
But I'm literally
The laziest person I know
Unless I'm working
...Or looking after kids
Appratently

So there he is
"20 months old"
-What is up with the whole month- thing anyway?-
Squeezing the content
Of his juicebox in himself
Laughing like it's greatest thing ever

So his mum put him in the shower
I'm looking for towels
Socks, shirts and extra pants
Cleaning up juice
Off the floor
And the table
Consequence of a glass knocked over

He casually pees on my carpet
And somehow it only made me laugh
Preconditioned to get up
And catch him as he falls
Wondering how I got be so fast
Not even remotely annoyed
As he smiles and looks me in the eye
And does exactly what I said not to do
Huh?
Miguel Diaz May 2016
Line me up in your infantry,
I’m a reluctant soldier ready for war.
I give up all of me,
to be one of you.
We need need each other,
we need one another
to fight the battles needed.
Victors and defeated
watch us, dominos fall
one by one, endlessly
disappearing. So
I’ll be forgotten, like the ones buried in dust.

Nobody dreams anymore
Ambition is for the lucky ones,
or the crazies..
I am uninvited to the party.
Left to be moulded by the brutality of them.
Strip away my stray paint
to smooth out this canvas.
Send these sharp edges to the realm of
nonexistence.
This is bootcamp.
This is life.
The blunt reality given to the grateful ones.
No promises made,
no hearts broken,
because we are already.
Where are we?
The sparseness of this space is
overcrowded by voices screaming
out to be released.
The souls of forgotten children, abandoned by bodies of the mature.
Innocence lost, wisdom destroyed.

The battlefield is left with crawling ants,
corpses and cadavers writhing away.
Our lives are just pawns in this game.
Little, to be toyed with
until rattling bones are all that is left.

I am just as skeletal as you.
p
ZACK GRAM Mar 2019
never
wont ever find a man like Z
i achieve
wont ever find a man like Z

g when i ball you cant lie ,
you shall fail i shall win,
this a classic,
so call me the only **** real g left,

i believe its true, awaiting destiny,
here down to my last breathe,
wont ever find a man like Z

in the suites like crispy creme,
yall know it hurts,
backlash,
when you try an **** with me,

you know i ball till i fall,
projects laws from the block,
lil homies fresh out on bail,
ready to promote fear,

fort knox on the scale *****,
same story,
******* looking for some glory,
bet they will snitch,

like the game is told,
fame came with gold,
no second place trick,
thats how the code goes,

ain shedding no more tears,
even if homie gets locked up,
makes you think,
shouldnt have put the body in the trunk,

hit the ****, you know the deal,
its only right B,
im here for you from the beginning,
yall wont ever have a man like Z,

"bring out the best in you, come **** with me,
my destinys your destiny, yall wont ever find a man like Z,

~in the future we will be, together forever its our destinys, yall wont ever find a man like Z,"~

things wont be the same oh my lord i might blow my brains,
let the money rain, theres no more pain, fall in like bootcamp were war fearless, dodging enemy fire, no paid holidays just a lethal business,

by now they hear me, this aint no draw, droppin bodies, barely surviving, come try an stop me youll die fast, because its our hobby,

no test, no heaven descent, i stay prepped with sticks youll die when i squeeze the trigger *****,

looking down on the nation, considering world *******, ive seen people give up like noone loves them,

how deep do will we sink? you think im gonna drown? other countries go down with the push of a button, so dont make me push it yet,

dont try an play me, everything i own i earned from work, i wont let you confiscate it,

call me the PRESIDENT, i stay blowing trees, so put my song on the radio, going down in history, yall wont ever have a man like Z,

~"bring out the best in you, come **** with me,
my destinys your destiny, yall wont ever find a man like Z,

in the future we will be, together forever its our destinys, yall wont ever find a man like Z,"~

i pray that you listen, i promise to be there, im hurting so bad, this has to be hell,

at a young age i said father forgive me, confess my sins, so how can i win and not be a victim ? ******* *******, get tossed i died alone,

talk to my homie in prison, till my phone died, i tried, this isnt right/ my boys got 25 to life, back to the drawing board one more time, go die,

send some comisary down the log, no more lines, ****** up how they gotta sleep in the penetentiary they whole lives,

tragedy, this cant be, outlaw till im dead, serving up these fiends, hit up my tre deuce set, drop the elbows an get to coasting, chick want my d bad, got that ***** straight bussin,

when will i be free a equal citizen of this foreighn body, this your boo baby, your lover an home body, yall wont ever have a man like Z,

~"bring out the best in you, come **** with me,
my destinys your destiny, yall wont ever find a man like Z,

in the future we will be, together forever its our destinys, yall wont ever find a man like Z,"~
Z-PAC
saige May 2018
Two years, you spent eyeing
Those boots on your feet
Finally, you got them
One week
Before bootcamp

This morning,
You wore a cap without a tassle
And a tie full of flags
Our nation's colors
Bled through your gown

So stand now,
Beneath this pool hall light
So I can memorize
That crooked swirl in your hair
Little black whirpool
I never knew was there

"I never knew my hair was this dark,"
You told me, once
"Until I left California"

Sometimes I forget
You left your mother and surfing
And picked up bass fishing
And skate boarding
A few friends
And shooting pool
And now you're leaving this
To learn to shoot a rifle

Seventeen and you already
Know how to live

Congratulations
Farewell
My favorite Marine
You hug me
And you smell like cologne
And after two years
Of knowing you in Carolina
I don't know why
That surprises me
my brother's best friend
Trash panda Sep 2022
What if I did
What I didn’t want to do
How many years
Would it be
That I would of lost you
All of you
The people I love the most
How many years would it be
If I went through
And took my life alone?

I would fail to see my nephew
Little baby Micah
I would fail to see my sister
Leave that hurtful guy
I would fail to see my brother
Graduate in black and red
Even miss his bootcamp ship date
As I hug him to death

If I went through
With my own personal death
I would miss all the people I love
And those that hurt me
No second chance
If I wen through
My endless sleep
I would fail to find you
The girl of my dreams
What if I went through with it?
Imagine all the things I’ll miss
But that’s the beauty of it
I went through and lived

— The End —