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They know the meaning of duty and honor
They know the feeling of victory
They know the crushing blow of defeat
The soldiers do not know how to cheat
They hold the flag up high
They stand for our country, our pride
They fought so hard so our nations side
Giving their live to be our freedom guide
They fought and delivered us our land
They would never back down, only stand
Fallen comrades were given final goodbyes
Because of tortured minds filled with hate and lies
So the reason we support then is clear
The protect and defend all we hold dear
Thats why we care so much for them
To not would be no less then mortal sin
They know the feeling of victory
They know the crushing blow of defeat
The soldiers do not know how to cheat
They hold the flag up high
They stand for our country, our pride
They fought so hard so our nations side
Giving their live to be our freedom guide
They fought and delivered us our land
They would never back down, only stand
Fallen comrades were given final goodbyes
Because of tortured minds filled with hate and lies
So the reason we support then is clear
The protect and defend all we hold dear
Thats why we care so much for them
To not would be no less then mortal sin
Literature
hibernation love song
wanna bury your
stillbeating
heart in the yard
kneel down
and press my face
to grass grown cool
with shades
of green
you're the wild life
like light
now strange
and scattering
the sound of trains
whispering distant
every evening
bathed in dusk
and I'm just
dust too much
touch
to the back
of your throat
sunken
sunk in skin
and tastes of
settling
sometimes I imagine
you're how I'd want
the snow to be
falling
free like birds
who change back
into bears
Literature
You're it
There's a reason why connect the dots is a children's game -
it prepares you for the bigger games everyone has to play
when their insides finally outgrow the outside.
I call this game 'connect the hearts'.
There are no instructions
and a million possible choices.
Chances are,
no matter what you do
a connection is made or broken
...it just isn't always the one you want.
Sometimes I know I'm not headed in the right direction,
but that doesn't make the selection any less valid;
just a bit more painful.
There is no such thing as "child's play" -
there is only practice for future failures.
Hide and seek was eventually replac
Literature
Miss You
The majority of my life I never loved you outloud.
It all happened inside me, like a trainwreck.
Like the first moment a newborn baby is unswaddled
and wondered at. It was like
that.
Both menacing, tragic--
and miraculously precious.
I always save the nicest part for last, have you noticed?
I do that because I think somewhere deep and resounding inside me I know,
without a doubt, that it is going to be okay. One day I will love you in peace,
not
in p
i
e
c
e
s
.
With a grand, retreating sadness I confess that today is not that day.
It washes over me,
or perhaps floats, maybe, yes--it floats over me like
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Another war one...I really only have to distinct categories of writing...Romantic and war...then there are just the random ones that float in darkness and really have no category.
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nice duude...