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Said "Have written several poems just to write, but would really like to jump start my writing career and become a novelist one day..."
Over 30 days ago -
Blake Jackson - Over 30 days ago
The calculations and theories are not battle tested,
It’s the scars of warriors that proves time invested.
Getting up with memories while gravity keeps you flat,
The hardest concept to grasp is that evil doesn’t hold back.
War is an addiction it’s the ultimate high,
The prescription is truth when you breakdown and cry.
Fear is a gallery but it’s artwork never on display,
It’s sculpted into our minds and burdens our hearts in the heaviest way.
These patrols change our deophobic minds,
But we’re ensnared and tortured by these shackles that bind.
The music goes unheard as the dreaming ensues,
When’s the relaxation coming? Why am I utterly confused?
The tales are great, comparable to Homer’s,
Within each, decisions were made to be the next donor.
A death dealing machine holstered and ready,
As mind numbing zombies, we all aim steady.
What’s there to dwell on except memories past,
A play of life, we’re just part of the cast.
Rehearsals done, only 21 lines that have been revealed,
The plight of this game is no longer sealed.
The clock tells time, but what if the clock is mute?
Then pointless is time, jumping with no chute.
Our DNA is different, our mitochondria so to speak,
We’re a broken faucet with an undeniable leak.
Soon we dine in hell with some of our favorite dishes shared,
There’s so many of us, even the devil was unprepared.
Yay though we walk through the valley of death,
It could be soon we take our last breath.
The friendships we’ve made comprise a new bond,
We might have to let go even though we’ve grown fond.
This never ending story, just another parable of life,
Rather than write with a pen, our utensil is a knife.
Sometimes lost in this vast sea of faces,
No regrets, just would like to recount the paces.
Day and night I see you, at least in my dreams,
But at least you sleep unscathed from my waking screams.
These words have meaning, if only just for me,
I send roses with no postage, you’ll never again see.
The tragedy and comedy only lasted one act,
Our engineered love story was skillfully ******.
Rambling on in a cold deprived delusion,
My mind’s been captured, its’ an unexpected intrusion.
The white flag is up rather than retreating,
A prisoner of war you have me, until my heart stops beating.
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Detroit, Michigan, United States