WHY?

That ship has sailed

No more

No less

Will I capture you

You and your hotheadedness

The reflection of tears in the ducts of your eyes

The simple mirrored image

Will this be the end

Of our cat and mouse chase

The drinks we shared

The memories we made

The fights that broke out into all-out wars

This plague of existence

Makes me feel insecure and frivolous

And at the end of the tunnel

It's not a white illuminating light

It’s a dark inferno of hell

Where our sins have placed us

The Fate Pt. 2

They who say we meddle,

In the lives in which we fought for,

For the silent rebellions, we shared,

The people we cared to look out for,

The children we protected-not-scared,

They tell us now that,

The war will cost you everything,

Not make you a millionaire for the trouble you had to go to,

But to sit on the underside of the bridges and streets.

No money from the war goes to you.

No compensation for the lives you saved,

No compensation for the merciless villains you came across that almost killed you,

No compensation for the lives you witnessed was lost...

Just a knock on your door that says goodbye.

To Vietnam,

To family,

To having the one chance at survival of war,

When others did not.

A day to grieve.

That is a fallen man's dream...

Unopened

I am one of those people

Who is standing in front of you

No reason showing you my gun

No faces

No jokes

Just me in my cloak

From head to toe

All in red

The beads of sweat roll down my head

Making my face a laughingstock

Of sinners who have recovered

Who have been there

Who has seen it

Watched it

Unfold before their eyes have ever opened

In justice do we really trust

The people who keep us safe

Who periodically seem to make us miserable from the lies they tell

The peoples' secrets they uncover

Making us unstable

And there is no room for misjudgment.

Ill-Conceived

Why is it that my plans are so ill-conceived

That my hair is standing on end

From all the mistakes that I've made

For the thoughts of harm

The people I've hurt

Though physically they are standing fine

Are made to last

Those bruises that show up on my face

From all the teasing

And bullying

I've had to go through

For all the times that you made me doubt myself

And all the times that you pushed me down

Only for ME

To do the utmost important thing to do

Which is getting up once more

To do the things that I love

To love things with all my heart

I think that once you try to see the other side of the moon

Then you will understand the one thing that life doesn’t get

The only thing that will make mistakes

Is you

Valhalla

Try as we might,

Try as we may.

Believe as we see,

And do as we dream.

Try to make this world,

Better than a poem,

Strung together with words,

Made by a high schooler.

With words from their own self,

Be with the wind,

Don’t fight it.

And imagine the place that,

Those have fought over,

Over the lands of Valhalla.

The seas,

The currents,

The Breeze,

Our own world is falling,

Help pick it up,

Before it is too late….

Suffocated Hearts

Try not to take this personally,

But all I see,

And all I hear,

Is the sounds of you and your perilous hounds.

Making us all cry,

Out the things that you’d never hear,

Of the things that we’d never be

Continually being suffocating.

Disaster is striking in the hearts that have shattered.

That have screamed out their final goodbyes,

Their sorrows,

Their pain,

Their loneliness,

This is the last time that I shall have heard of you,

But you continually hunt me down to shatter me too,

Me and my heart are having too much we might break,

As we lay to rest down in this downcast street.

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Understanding the not understood,

And taking in what flight can become,

The raw nature of not knowing and,

Taking in that leap of faith that has nothing left .

The trees sway,

And the breeze takes way.

And the water trickles down the slope beyond the eye can see,

As I stand in the wind at the top of the bluff,

Now understanding the not understood.