Cost of Freedom
The night was cold,
But with bodies hot and roaring to go,
The skies black, filled with smoke and, lit with fire works,
But not the ones you want to see.
The 20 year old man writes to his love on a hard rock,
Telling her everything is alright and it’s over,
Now he can come home in peace.
30 years ago today, Jake sat on that bolder,
Witting a letter to a women that would become his wife.
Sipping his coffee, the clock strikes 8 am,
He knows its November 10, Th
The day of too many.
They had gone to bed for the night,
In steel bunkers, fires put out, and blankets over their bodies,
Guards right out side, so they can sleep all night without a fright.
Waking them all from dreaming in warm beds,
Was one more show, one more fight,
The enemy fireworks took many lives that night,
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Life's Net
Gagged sharp rocks that cut though flesh
Like razor blades cut though butter
Make up the stair case I climb up alone
By myself I try and try to get though the next agonizing step
But with each and every lonesome step I take
My body becomes more broken and torn to pieces
Along with my heart that needs desperately someone
To catch me as I fell
To help carry the load
To make everything go away
To make it better
To make every excruciatingly painful step
Worth living for but every time I scream out to someone
I need help I can't do this anymore on my own
It becomes a whisper
I've become so use to people not caring
I tell my self I don't need anyone
I can do this all by my self
But my heart aced for someone
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You Think I Don' t Remember
You think I don' t remember, the night it started
Well I do
I ran away, because my heart was breaking
I left a note you never found
Of course you wouldn' t
You were never there
You left it up to your oldest daughter
To be the mother
Ya that turned out great
Look at us now
I haven' t changed much my heart is still breaking
And I am still without a mother
You think I don' t remember the first time it happened
The first lesson you gave me (as you would always call them)
We weren' t all alone
He was there, that person you married, just for money
Another smart move
He' s the one that showed you and taught you how to leave no marks
For that first time went all so wrong and you left too many marks
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Why She Never Did
The tears flow from her eyes as a question look arises upon her face
For she knows that I don't care at all
But why should I care why should I have to care
About someone that for the past few years has tried
To ruin my family and has done a fine job of it
I and my mom have become bad again
And I and my slept dad have grown so far apart
That I don't even know where to start
To be able to be as close to him as I once was
My family has fallen apart in so little time
That it will never be the same
I hate her
And will continue to hate her
Until I die
And I will have nothing to do with her grave
What so ever
The evil that she put in my life will never be forgotten
But the happiness that will soon follow will be cherished
How is a kid supposed to feel?
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Searching
I'm searching for something
Something I've already found
But not knowing that I've found it
Not even sure what it is that I've found
I'm not sure it's my soul that can't find it
Or my senses that seem to block my mind
From finding what I'm searching for that
I've already found
Or is it the heart that I can't trust to help me
Find my way to this thing I have found but don't know
I've found it
Is it the barrier we all have to come across?
That we will find but never know that we have found it
Or is it my lonesome imagination
trying to play tricks on me
I guess this is just one more thing
I have to deal with today
I know I'll always be searching
for something I've already found
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My Silent Teacher
I again try to write for him
To tell him how I feel
And again my thoughts just fall off the page
None of the poetic leaves of my tree
Of feeling for him come back into play when
The pen hits the paper
He says I stroke his confidence
He will one day pin mine down
As the stars were playing tag team with my eyes
He was with my heart
Looking deep in to my heart
Looking deep in to my soul
Through the sexy curves of the letter O
For being so far away that’s all we have for now
In he’s charming poetic way he tells me that he cares for me
Oh yes from now until forever
The forever that’s beyond the sea
Beyond the ears can hear
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My Other Half
Your touch
Your kiss
Your voice
I can live with out one or maybe two of them
But I can't and I will not
Live with out your love
I can't now that I have you
Second by second
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
I live for you
I live to please you
To have you and know who you are to me
To know what you really are to me
Is the ultimate gift anyone could ever give me?
When we touch it as if I can feel
All my worries explode from my body
When we kiss it's if I'm skipping through clouds
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Mothers Recognition
as a teen of 19 sits on her bed
trying yet again to not to believe that her older lover wasn't drinking again
but the bruises and cuts that lay on her body say other wise
razor blade in one hand
while praying to God to take away the loneliness
take away the emptiness she has felt for so long
she doesn't want to end it like this but she will if it comes down to it
tears roll down her face
but she doesn't see any reason to keep caring on with this life of hers
nothing to live for
nothing important enough to stay in the miserable thing we all call life
the tears are clouding her judgment making her think that nothing matters any more
she takes another hit of the pot to take away the pain
because her bruised and broken body feels like huge stakes are being driven into it
and someone is beating around them with a club
but on the other hand she can still feel his fists shooting into her broken and bruised body
that makes her twinge at the thought of that same morning
tears fall onto her up turned wrist as she places the razor blade and starts to cut into her wrist the door opened as a young boy about the age of 3 with dark brown hair with light brown eyes comes in and says 'Mommy what are you doing? '
her eyes start to uncloud as soon as his eyes met hers
they reached into her soul and replaced a piece of her heart
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My Little Secret
Your smile brightens my world
Your eyes glimmer into my soul
Your touch takes my breath away
Your voice is like beautiful music to my ears
Your body is like extremely guarded untouchable gold
That once touched you don't want to let go
Your face is as if I'm looking at an angel
Because that is what you are
An angel on earth and I can treat you that way
The secret is out
I can't hold it in any longer
That I am totally madly in love with you
And have always been
You're the most amazingly beautiful woman
That walk's this planet
I have Given you all the sign's that I know
For you to know you're the girl of my dreams
I don't know what else to say
I don't know what else to do
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Because Of Him
Still fumbling for words
Though the tears of the hurt and the pain of
My heart tearing into pieces
Because of you
I’m tired of fighting this up hill battle
But when you’re holding her now
I’m still standing here
You don’t see me in distress
You still think I’m happy were just friends
It’s like I’m bleeding internally from you stabbing my heart
From knowing that I’m not what you want
I’m losing at this game that you are winning at
I loose every time because I am no longer able to win
You make this so
When you holding her hand
When you’re kissing her undeserving lips
I fumble for words again trying to show you
How deep the right girl has feelings for you but you are too blind to see
But people who can see in the day are blind in the dark
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