posted December 14, 2006 06:39 PM         

Words scribbled on the faded page,
As they described the war he waged,
Bitterness of a heart, shackled and caged,
The madness of revenge and rage.

How successfully he masked his fear,
How carefully he denied each tear,
And no one knew of his pain,
Only hope, an empty soul sustained.

That one day soon the war would end,
And he would never have to kill again,
That he wouldn't have to watch his friends,
Heal from their wounds just to fight again.

That no one else would have to cry,
To view what he saw with saddened eyes,
The destruction, the senseless death,
The rancid scents that hung in clouds,
Choking out his voice and breath.

But unfortunately peace came too late,
To save his heart and soul from hate,
That ate inside till all that did remain,
Were shards of hope and bloody stains.

Slowly all that was once humane,
In his world turned quite insane,
And drifting through the flood,
Of uncontrolled tears and screams,
He sank away among the tide,
Of shattered sleep and nightmare dreams.

Until his very essence died,
And left behind an empty shell,
Suspended in the blackened void,
Somewhere between heaven and hell.

Withdrawing deep inside himself,
He silently widened the breech,
To shelter his aching heart,
Where no one else could reach.

His friends tried so hard to draw him out,
To break his glassy stare,
But he was safe in his black hole,
No one could touch him there.

posted December 15, 2006 04:38 AM         

Did you write that X?

posted December 20, 2006 07:31 PM         

here it is. Enjoy!

DULCE ET DECORUM EST

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas!7 Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent14 for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.

posted December 31, 2006 04:27 PM         

MEET ME AT THE BRIDGE

Please don't cry for me, my love,
Just look far ahead,
I'll be waiting there, my love,
To help you cross the bridge.

There is a path of pure white light,
That illuminates my way,
And I'll be able to clearly see,
You when you come that day.

Your heart will not be filled with pain,
There'll be no blood upon the sand,
When you come to me, my love,
And let me take your hand.

For I am no stranger to the pain,
Quite comfortable with death,
And I'll be there waiting patiently,
As you surrender your last breath.

You will meet me with your wings of white,
While mine's as black as night,
I will enfold you in their tranquil cloak,
And guide you to the light.

So when the battle claims you, my love,
As it did me before,
I will be watching for your return,
Along the azure shore.

With me you will have no fear,
With me you'll be at peace,
I will hold you in my arms,
And all your tears shall cease.

posted January 02, 2007 07:16 AM         

Do you wanna get married

Beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful

*sigh*

posted January 02, 2007 08:56 PM         

Beautiful it may be but see the underlying sadness to it .

posted January 03, 2007 12:39 PM         

Yes I see the sadness......I find beauty in sadness for some reason...

Well done...can we have more please

posted January 04, 2007 12:31 PM         

quote:

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Your heart will not be filled with pain,
There'll be no blood upon the sand,
When you come to me, my love,
And let me take your hand.

For I am no stranger to the pain,
Quite comfortable with death,
And I'll be there waiting patiently,
As you surrender your last breath.

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