Loss, Love, and Movement
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The poem "In Your Eyes" I recently found out was about the same guy I like. How funny, I haven't talked to him in two years and I wrote a poem about him unknowingly. Funny, love has mysterious ways to reveille itself. I guess love really is a battlefield.Newest
When Love DiesWhen I look at the sky I no longer see the silver lining. When I look in the water I no longer see a hope. When I look in the mirror I no longer see me. What do I see? I see the truth, and I hate it. I'm scared because I don't see soft clouds; I see jagged patches of my life in the black sky above my head. I cry because I see sadness in the puddle of my tears. And I scream from the raw, redness of hole left in my chest. And then I see you, I collapse; I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. I only say one sentence, a whisper of my once proud voice. And yet I can't, I choke. I'm dyeing and you just stand there. You don't even offer meWhen Love Dies
by ~toomanymaarbles
Dulce Et Decorum EstBent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,Dulce Et Decorum Est
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! Gas! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets jus
by ~toomanymaarbles
From Blonde To BlondeHello, honey! If you receive this letter that means it has reached you. If not, then let me now, and I’ll write you another one. I’m writing very slowly now, since I know that you don’t read very fast. The weather here is nice. Last week it rained only twice at the beginning of the week, for 3 days, and towards the end of it, for about 4 days. By the way, about that jacket you wanted, Uncle Bob said that if it is shipped with the lead buttons that it has it will be very heavy and expensive, which is why I cut them off . You can sew them back on, once you receive the jacket; I left them in the jackets left pocket. &From Blonde To Blonde
by ~toomanymaarbles
Before The StormWhen I was young, life was peaceful and prosperous. There was a lot of open ground and farmland. As I was growing up I saw that it was easier to make cloths and farm with the inventions of the Speed Drill, Crop Rotation, the Cotton Gin and the Spinning Jenny. However, canals and factories devoured our lands. When I was an adult, the city was beginning to overcrowd, the sky turned black from the invention of the Steam Engine. The Puddleing Process and rail roads didn’t help with the population; there was no need for children to go to school since they were needed to work - curse child labor. Now that I am old I am suffering from one of thBefore The Storm
by ~toomanymaarbles
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