Army Wife
Waiting every night
For an ominous phone call
Resenting waking up alone in the night
Swollen with pride
Enveloped by fear
What will happen this year
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Lonely Lonely
Lonely, lonely little girl
All alone in her tiny world
Lonely, lonely child of sea
She moves the moon and tides with ease
Oh, lonely, lonely little girl; in a cruel and twisted world.
Close your eyes and drift away
From this lonely, lonely place
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Watching Them Filter Us
Living disgruntled. Trying to find refuge from the annihilation of creativity.
The raucous caused by being meticulously animated.
Forlorn and gaunt from the holocaust of life that’s left body and soul emaciated for so long everything seems to be transparent and hollow.
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Death of the Sun Birth of the Moon
The road I’m on, it feels like hell
They that means I’m doing well
Black velvet dreams of nightmare thoughts
Have left us tangled and distraught
Silver bullets leave their marks
Broken hearts tear apart
Pink razors slices across the sun
It’s essence colors the sky
Blue turned purple
White turned gray
Pink goes red
And so fades the light of day
Out goes the sun
On comes the moon
It peers into the gloomy gloom
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Enchanting: Flames
Fire lights up the darkened sky
Exotic and forbidden
A hot Indian summer
Illuminating the mysterious peace of night
Wild and free
Pure desire pulsing and living
Destroying and creating a fantastical beast
Enraged and calm
It consumes
Heightens senses
Skin prickling with anticipation
Anxious for this lust of freedom
Cascading down walls of sin
Slowly the power
Dies away
Smoldering and hot
It waits
For lust
Power
Desire
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Chocolate High
Skin against skin
The world seems to only be confined,
To the sensuous tendencies we will find
Cinnamon kisses tingle the lips
Senses heightened
The sky is brightened significantly
Can’t you feel the air start to shake
Something more than physical
More than emotional
Amazingly tangible
An aroma so tantalizing
Reaching another high
Flavors exploding deliciously
Sweeter than sugar
Such a chocolate high
The world passes by
Golden drops of honey
Coat the mind like dewdrops
Skin against fine skin
The best type of silk
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Entertaining Torture
Such entertaining faerytales
Such enthralling fantasies
I humor myself with stories of you and me
I humor myself with the make believe
I know how you feel
Do you know about me?
I doubt it.
Such entertaining daydreams.
Such enthralling hopes.
I don’t fall.
I simply hover in the air.
Waiting for the signal to let go
Waiting for someone to be there
Laughing with you is fun
Talking with you is fun
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War pt 1
Color
Race
It all comes into play in the war
Not Iraq
Not Afghanistan
Our war
When you can’t walk out your front door
When you need to protect your own
When you’re in the family
You’re in
No turning back
Running from the problems in your life
Peace of mind kept by a piece of steel
Is fear respect?
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Fighting Our Own War
Color
Race
It all comes into play in the war
Not Iraq
Not Afghanistan
Our war
When you can’t walk out your front door
When you need to protect your own
When you’re in the family
You’re in
No turning back
Running from the problems in your life
Peace of mind kept by a piece of steel
Is fear respect?
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Life is an Allusion
Life is an allusion.
She’s a wicked witch. He’s a nasty Grinch.
We can’t be placed into a genre.
We’re as unchanging as the seasons.
A basic simile.
The inference that we all make on a daily basis is not intelligent at all.
Completely different.
Everything we do is somehow a complete satire.
The opposite; almost like irony which we’re surrounded by everyday.
An incoherent, figurative language is spoken,
We never know what to say or do.
Is it literal or not.
Life is alliteration in the making.
Anxiously awaiting another annihilation announcing another abomination.
Life is assonance going on and on.
Slowly suppressing something sliding sullenly, sickeningly into our hearts.
The metaphors by which we live are incredulous.
She is the light in my sky.
He is the heart inside of me.
The idioms are even more surprising.
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