

Praise to the Country of WarWe fight a warPraise to the Country of War
based on our notions of
discrediting those with less than we have.
How many times, do we turn away our heads? And hide from the truth of burdening larger issues.
We are killing off the innocence, in hopes of lengthening, our empire,
beyond the reaches of those-- lesser peoples.
How many times, do we tell ourselves that its alright, thats its for the good of our mankind?
We keep closing our eyes as a society, to keep our fingers-grasped on to the last bit of hope-- tha


Four MonthsIt's been four months, four short months since you exhaled your last breath and laughed that contagious laugh of yours.Four Months
It's been four months, and so many hours since your smile lit up the darkened room and your knowledge knew of no bounds
and, it's been four months since you last danced you dance and studied your notes or took a test.
It's been four months, seems like yesterday since you moved on, so forcibly by hands not yours and shuffled away from those that loved you.
It's been four months.


Letter To An Old LoverI thought, with the intensity with which you kissed me,Letter To An Old Lover
that you loved me. The way you smiled at me
when it was obvious something was uncomfortable
made me feel safe wrapped in your arms.
Your lips would curl every time you made a sharp sound
in your sentences; it alerted me to your inner intelligence,
the one you hid so carefully to craft a persona of ignorant bliss
(possibly to ward off the realization that you are worthy
of something great and amazing). Your eyes,
those dashing and haunting almond wonders,
always looked careful and calculating,
P.S.-I really want to see memoirs of a Geisha and you adding it to your favorites might of pursuaded me some more.
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[There's Promise in a Pill]
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Will We Burn In Heaven?
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[There's Promise in a Pill]
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i smile to direct his attention from the rest of this sinking ship.
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[There's Promise in a Pill]
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