I know I haven't posted in a while

So I let the blog sit for a bit,
So what? It only got a few views since I last checked, but when I did check, I was all like, "I could make a change over in this poem...and this one...and this one......this really sucks..." So I'm going back, and changing EVERYTHING
So be warned


~me

revised: The Picture Drawn

I do believe

Before the war

There were no men

Not forty score

To live and die

Right by your feet

For soon demise

They'd surely meet.

They'd go on living normal lives

A house and kids; their loving wives.

There’ll be no grit

No blood or scars

Just coming home

In brand new cars.

They'd love their wives

With all their heart

No fear of death

Will “do us part”

But so it was,

Their numbers called,

And friends did die;

Their wives appalled.

The picture that

Was drawn for them

Was not their husband;

No home for men

The face was gritty

Blood caked on heads

And here were they

With comfy beds.

They took their lives

Their friends’ respect;

All war is just

What won't expect

Now men rush in

When that age comes

Testosterone rage

Will fill the guns

They'll get much tougher

The friends, they'll meet

Will say they're invincible

Just can't be beat.

They went ahead

And joined the cause

Came home in bags

All wrapped in gauze

But boys still go

And waste their life

For something when

They get a knife;

Our culture breeds

Such warrior men

But no one knows

No bullet will mend

the mends

I do believe

Before the war

There were no men

Not forty score

To live and die

Right by your feet

For soon demise

They'd surely meet

They'd go on living normal lives

A house and kids; Their loving wives

No grit and dirt

No blood or scars

Just coming home

In brand new cars

They'd love their wives

With all their heart

No fear of death

In till we part

But so it was

Their numbers called

And friends did die

Their wives appalled

The picture that

Was drawn for them

Was not their husband

No home for men

The face was gritty

Blood caked on heads

And here were they

With comfy beds

They took their lives

Their friends respect

All war is just

What won't expect

Now men rush in

When that age comes

When testosterone IS

What the heart pumps

They'll get Much tougher

The friends, they'll meet

Will say they're invincible

Just can't be beat

They went ahead

And joined the cause

Came home in bags

All wrapped in gauze

But boys still go

And waste their life

For something when

They get a knife

Our culture breeds

Such warrior men

But no one knows

A bullet that mends

The Heat

I love my life

That's why I'm here

I know what's next

That's why I fear

My near demise

Lies by my feet

I struggle to,

survive the heat

A world so dead

is near alive

A future I know

We must repeat

Heads roll

near feet

And arms

and limbs

Torsos

that have

been chucked

in bins

keep the grenade

And throw the pins

History

can only

repeat itself

A trip

by freak

You see

yourself

You're In

the depths

Of hell

itself

wake up

To be

All by

yourself

looking

In a mirror

I do despise

The filthy shit

That sits beneath

The body pit

A world so dead

Was twice alive

The world must know

I realise

I've seen

the plague

come to

an end

A world

destroyed

No hope

could mend

I had

To make

Ano

There cause

Without

It we'd

Be dead

Life paused

This line's

Too vague

To save

Your friend

He had

Been toyed

With Love

He sends

But still

My will

Just will

Not bend

It made,

destroyed

And  made

again

Dama-

ges gained

Re-bled

we fend

It must

Be nice

To see

The thing

That brings

About

A whole

New spring

Of love

And joy

Remorse

And hate;

 to punch

That cunt

Right in

The face

I love my life

That's why I'm here

I know what's next

That's why I fear

The end of life

Is drawing near

So hear my plea

And shoot yourself

Our deaths the cure

The cancer itself

Guilt

Guilt for things I know I didn't do

Remorse for people I who I thought I knew

Guilt for those who will never be forgiven

Guilt for those who will never be forgotten

Guilt for being rich and being poor

Never asking much and wanting more

Guilt for falling short and overshooting

Turning life off, and never rebooting

Guilt for being short and being tall

Saw short giants grow big and fall

Guilt for simply being

For what things should I forgive, I forget

For the things I forget, please forgive

There are things I forgive, I've forgotten

But Before I forget, you're forgiven

These title things are really useless, ya know?

So here I face my first fear come to fruition. When do I post? And I'm not thinkin Arby's. More like Thursdays. Is that too far for you all? I have more poems that I've wrote, but if I post them all, will I keep up? Life is filled with too many trivials.

first poem, first real blog, third real tragedy

So believe it or not

I wrote this last night

I had bad feeling

it seems I was right

My world is quite crooked

nothing's the same

heres the poem anyway

for me; for the blame:

I knew it was coming

I didn't think it was here

Some things just hit you

And you can't shed a tear

I thought it was all good

All day good it wasn't

For I was here, and she was there

And neither knew the other them.

The other them was a them who did things they'd never done, but would

The other them was a them who knew

Things they'd never know about until they did

It was a good thing

That the other them never knew them

And that them never really existed in the first place.

They nearly met, you know

That's really what caused it,

Cause they didn't really like seeing themselves through someone else's eyes

Who's eyes they merely imagined they could see through, but they were only seeing through the others eyes with their own.