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I agree whole heartedly with that. Hell I know by going back and reading my old poetry some of it is really dark. Some of it a lot lighter. You can tell a lot about how someone was feeling by the poetry they write.

Welcome, and thanks for hanging out!
 
Found this one called "Wolves"
The sun is gone
The moon is out
The wolves howling
Running for their lives
Running through the trees
Running like the wind
With the wind at their tails
Running from the hunter
The one that is near
To not hear that shot
Would be a great day
If you were a wolf

* cue up some ZZTop, dude....I owe this lady a little treat!.....Yeah, "Legs", please!*
 
This isn’t a cry for sympathy,
There’s no attention I lack.
It’s for my brothers and sisters,
Who feel lost now that they’ve come back.

They don’t need pity either,
A simple “Thank You” will do.
And if I can reach just one lost soul,
I’ll consider my work here through.


Who?

He is lost and unsure
His well of pain hides behind joy
They see the smile, feel the laughter so sweet
Wait, who is he?

Hugs all around
A kiss for his girl
The embraces are magic
Wait, who is he?

Life is hard
Nothing is the same
Noone to turn to
Wait, who am I?

Living in a bottle
Helps the pain but not the dreams
The girl is gone
Wait, who am I?

His face lights up
His words make them cringe
Noone understands
Wait, who is he?

His life moves on
They wish he’d let it out
He won’t talk again
Wait, who is he?

No longer in the bottle, new buzz to kill the dreams
He’s by God gonna make it
Life is getting better
Wait, who am I?

They sent their boy off to war
And never saw him again
This is what came back
Fuck! Who am I?


Okay, this will seem like a buzzkill, but that's simply not the case. It's actually a message of hope. I wrote it on an (anniversary :rolleyes: ) just a few short days ago. It made me feel better with the realization of beating the odds. Maybe, just maybe, I can make that success contagious.
 
Ready or not.......
Here I come.........
You can't run.......
We're gonna find you and take it slowly......
 
This isn’t a cry for sympathy,
There’s no attention I lack.
It’s for my brothers and sisters,
Who feel lost now that they’ve come back.

They don’t need pity either,
A simple “Thank You” will do.
And if I can reach just one lost soul,
I’ll consider my work here through.


Who?

He is lost and unsure
His well of pain hides behind joy
They see the smile, feel the laughter so sweet
Wait, who is he?

Hugs all around
A kiss for his girl
The embraces are magic
Wait, who is he?

Life is hard
Nothing is the same
Noone to turn to
Wait, who am I?

Living in a bottle
Helps the pain but not the dreams
The girl is gone
Wait, who am I?

His face lights up
His words make them cringe
Noone understands
Wait, who is he?

His life moves on
They wish he’d let it out
He won’t talk again
Wait, who is he?

No longer in the bottle, new buzz to kill the dreams
He’s by God gonna make it
Life is getting better
Wait, who am I?

They sent their boy off to war
And never saw him again
This is what came back
Fuck! Who am I?


Okay, this will seem like a buzzkill, but that's simply not the case. It's actually a message of hope. I wrote it on an (anniversary :rolleyes: ) just a few short days ago. It made me feel better with the realization of beating the odds. Maybe, just maybe, I can make that success contagious.

Awesome piece of work......and spot on. I had an employee and close friend- deployed for a year and a half- who was nearly destroyed by the very feelings you describe.
 
*slides in the back door and takes a seat in the corner, having heard some of the amazing poetry coming out of here*
 
I have a special treat for you all. These are lyrics to a song that I'm writing. Enjoy.

If no ones told you lately
That stars shine through your eyes
That the light that shines
From deep within
Makes happy feelings rise
If no ones made the time to say
You brighten every day
Let me be the first.

If no ones told you lately
That your smile could fuel the sun
That every second spent with you
Makes a man feel like the one
If no ones made the time to see
How incredible you are,
Let me be the first.

Chorus:
Let me be the one to tell you
That you give me butterflies
You simply send me swinging
With a blinking of your eyes.
I'll tell you every second
Just how wonderful you are
To me you aren't just woman...
To me you are a star

If no ones told you lately
Your beauty is of legend
That men would risk both life and limb
To give their very best.
In case you look and see anything less than who you are
Let me be the first.

In case nobody decides that they wanna hold your hand
That they don't wanna listen
Or take the time to understand
If no one has a shoulder strong enough to bear your load
Please let me be the first.

Chorus
 
*nods* Me too. And it looks like we got here just at the right time. BMF's song lyrics are incredible!

Oh you two....you shouldn't make the owner blush. Thanks for stopping by. Drinks on the house.
 
Oh you two....you shouldn't make the owner blush. Thanks for stopping by. Drinks on the house.

But you're so cute when you blush!! lol But seriously, with the mood I'm in tonight, that brought me to tears! Are you going to record it and put it out where we can hear it sometime?
 
But you're so cute when you blush!! lol But seriously, with the mood I'm in tonight, that brought me to tears! Are you going to record it and put it out where we can hear it sometime?

Yeah. That's the plan.
 
going through my old scrap book and I found this one about the Industrial Revolution WTF

Where do I begin?
I have lost my job
For I lost my arm
To that machine
My life still here
I want my arm
But it is forever gone
I need to work
I lost my home
I lost my love
To that same machine
Lost without my love
Lost without my home
Lost without my job
But most of all
I’m lost without my arm


Going through it some more and I found a lot of weird crap I have written. Most of it to dark to share.
 
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