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With your heart of iron

you block me out

All i feel is the chill of the armor

you've made for yourself.



I feel like nothing more than a toy soldier

standing at attention in your presence

so weak, so feeble,

I'd just fall at a swipe of the hand.



I stand on a make believe battlefield

waiting for my turn to be

moved.



Praying that I don't fall

or break under the stress

of the raging battle.



As I'm moved into play,

my heart beats heavy,

my pulse quickens.



You move me into the thickest

of the combat, i begin to

cry, not from fear,

but anger and hatred

of my enemy.



As i raise my musket and prepare to fire.

I momentarily hesitate,

as the thought of taking

another life enters my

mind.



I fire and watch as the other

toy soldier falls broken...

I fix my bayonet

and prepare to charge.



As i start to run, i yell

the fiercest battle cry,

I look to my left.

Then to my right

Seeing my comrades doing

the same as me.

It fills me

with hope

that i might

survive.



The sound of a bullet buzzing by,

the distant thud of artillery.

Then a sharp pain courses

thru my body

as i'm thrown

down like a rag doll.



I scream in horror

as i notice

my leg is

gone.



A medic rushes to my side

I try to force myself to crawl

into a freshly made

crater.



as he tends to my wound,

i feel useless, almost unable

to carry on...

the blood loss is too much.



But just as i lose conciousness,

I hear the trumpet sound

and the cheers of victory.



Thousands lay dead and dieing,

including me.

Did any of it really mean anything?

Was it worth our lives

to take this

fort?

Or was it just for your greed

pleasure,

or ego?



All i get for my blood sweat and tears

is a tombstone

on a hill.

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KittyPurrrs
10:46 Dec 02 2012

this was very lovely.. i like i like.



i used to be an english major.

so i appreciate many forms of how the words are used in life.

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I hate everything about her

The way she walks,

The way she looks

at me when she passes by,

So why can't

I get

her off my fucking mind?

She's all i can think about

and it's killing me.

Because of how bad she hurt me

The things she did,

The games she played...

oh how empty i was left inside.

All i feel is anger n misery

SO WHY MUST I CONTINUE TO LOVE HER??

WHHYYY?

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TechGeek
00:54 Apr 17 2011

Oh wow....

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foreveranangelicvampire
19:43 Apr 17 2011

this one i relate to

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VicereineOfAngels
03:35 Apr 26 2011

Get where you are coming from.

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The soft green leaves upon the tree

Sway gently in the wind.

the warm spring breeze kisses them

They do not know a storm approaches

A storm that will bring

the lightning and the rain

The soft green leave--

They fall to the ground

With the roar of lightning all around

The leaves are no longer soft and green

nor are they longer

upon the tree

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foreveranangelicvampire
19:42 Apr 17 2011

poor leaves

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I've been thrown out like a discarded glove.

Nowhere I can lay my head at night, Nor be warm n cozzy in a bed.

Wandering the long black roads on a cold winter's night is all that awaits me now.

Why Mother?

Why Father?

Why have i been discarded?

Am I not Loved?

Am I just a Mistake that the two of you made together?

Should I not have been Born?

Why father have you cast me aside, you have been out

of my Life since I was three Months old, so Why now do

You return just to throw me away again?

Dear Mother, Why have you given up on me?

Is it not Enough that I work myself to Death for you?

To pay for everything that is "Yours".

I'm sorry I'm not like my Brother or Sister.

I'm sorry that I'm not the perfect Child you wanted me to be.

Would you be happy with me Bloody and Lifeless on my bedroom floor,

In a puddle of My Own Crimson Red Fluid spilt From My Veins?

Or hanging From the Peach Tree in the backyard?

Or maybe with all of My Thoughts Scattered against the Bathroom wall

With my Shotgun at my Feet?

Or even an Empty Pill Bottle by my Bedside and Me Blue and Cold as Ice?