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Gentleman at my Side -UsUk poem request-Alone in the woods I was,
Height of the tall grass,
Clouds and wind that would pass,
Then you came along,
As well as another fellow,
Both lean and hair of pure yellow,
The dressier and taller man
Offered me a lovely plate of food,
He was handsome with a charming mood,
You couldn't compete,
Nothing to brag or show,
Yet I took your hand and didn't let go,
You had much in your heart,
Always me to smother,
I was proud to call you my brother,
Then you began to come home bloody
From all the battles that you would contradict,
Without a word I knew I was the conflict,
A gentleman so sweet,
Tender and love that can't be beat,
From smiles and laughs
To the blood and gore
Has begun our war,
All I wanted is my freedom,
But you wouldn't let me break,
Giving you an endless heartache,
At war we are,
Our jackets torn and stained,
Yet liberty must be obtained,
I'm not a child or a brother,
We can't live in this friction,
You can't die
Mothers YearMothers Year.
Our biggest fans and critics.
Even if we don't want to admit it.
Sometimes it may seem she's against you.
But her intentions are never meant to hurt or prevent you.
Her only aim is to love and admire.
She doesn't expect you to do everything she requires.
Her assignment is to teach you how to survive.
She will struggle just so that you are not deprived.
She will ground you and pick you up when needed.
As long as you are happy and content her job is completed.
Constructed to protect and provide.
Faithful and loyal and will always remain at your side.
She will guide and give advice.
To come to your aid she will not hesitate to think twice.
Created to nurture and criticize.
She will always care for you even when you fail to realize.
You are her sole main cause for concern.
She will devote all her time to you and ask for nothing in return.
Designed to praise and applaud.
She is willing to spend any amount on you even if she can't afford.
One day isn't enough to show your appre
Coming Out: Not An Option
Coming Out: Not an Option
I've given hints,
Been honest about most things,
Asked what you would do.
You replied about being okay with it,
That I'd be restricted on friends,
And the disgust on your face shows your lies.
Loosing friends to be truthful,
That's not an option to me,
So I guess I can't trust you.
If there's a price to pay,
What's the point,
But nothing's free.
So I'll lie,
If a fake life is what you want,
Here you go.
Take it willingly,
You can't tell the difference,
You don't know me,
Because you'd yell at me.
Life of a Soldier--------------------------------------------------------------
Life of a Soldier by Illscarlett:
I'll sleep tonight but the war's far from over,
Tomorrow is no guarantee,
If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.
The moon glistens a peaceful light,
I'm far away, so far from your sight,
Don't cry because I'll be fine,
I can't guarantee, but tonight I won't die,
Rest your eyes, believe in me,
Believe in the soldier I have come to be,
Don't reminiscence the past, the times before,
Dream of me walking back through that door because,
I'll sleep tonight but the war's far from over.
Don't be frightened, don't be scared,
Worry about me not, I'm prepared;
To fight again, each and every day,
The fire within my eyes burns bright,
Destroying all my enemies in sight,
They will die in pain, and die in fear,
Baby, don't worry their deaths are near,
As one day mine will be because
Tomorrow is no guarantee.
Your beautifulI want to tell you every day,
that you're beautiful and I hope that every time
I say your beautiful, that
it's meaningful to you.
As a poet I'll take every opportunity to
take the misconstrued word we know as beauty,
and make you see it the way God sees,
who defines it perfectly,
and the definition is you and me.
You were made and seen as beautiful by the most
beautiful and flawless being ever known.
As we've grown we've relied on what we see
every day. Rather than on the God to whom
we pray, who tries to tell you in different forms
and different ways
that your beautiful, always.
You didn't come into the world with make up
You didn't come into the world by accident or luck
You didn't come to the world with a "perfect weight"
Your image reciprocates the God who hopes and wants
us to know, we're covered and full of beautiful.
God was careful to design every part,
your body, your soul, your personality, your heart.
They say beauty fades and dies,
but in the eyes of God,
there are no lies,
Tears and Me
H</b>umans are humans [Or are we grueling gremlins?]
On this small little planet we named, "Earth" [The pits of our mirth]
We all been through the same predicaments
And what we all have in common is that we're beautiful diamonds
Glinting like a trillion stars
In the ruff between the Sun and Mars
We all have made our mistakes
And we all will learn from them, just not with haste
But let us not cover up our past with our hate
For someone else of the same or other race
Now even though I'm fifteen, I'm just a little girl
With a mindset poisoned by the words of the world
I'm one of those hopeless cases
To where society has gotten to them
Who do they want I, Jazmine, to be?
Obviously, not me
My blessing [emotivity] is my curse [sensitivity]
And it's turned my life upside down for the worst
For I care too much about what people think [their shit-talking streak]
And the ocean of tears come faster as I sink [tears written in ink]
I want to run
To.Be.My.Mother.I am nestled in my mother's womb.
Her heartbeat an accompaniment to mine,
A reassuring sign of life in bloom.
But I am afraid when I hear you cry.
Are you having second thoughts?
Mother, please don't tell me goodbye.
Were words of affection not exchanged at my beginning?
Was I not created in the moment of tender love?
Why is it that you insist upon saying it was just a fling?
So, when your boyfriend tramples over your heart...
When your father kicks you out into the cold...
When your friendships start to fall apart...
Remember that this bond between mother and child,
Now shared physically, but forever through memories,
Are strengths, not burdens to be piled.
God remembers you too, for He is the one to claim
"See upon the palms of my hands
I have written your name."
Please, don't make me another statistic,
Among those thought unworthy of their mother's affection.
Or time of day, as one would say to be realistic.
I'm not asking you to be a perfect mother,
For in this flawed world, one ca
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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