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She looked happy, her life ahead of her. I was but a man she had forgotten in a lifetime lost in memory. I flip through her Instagram, twitter, and Facebook. Is it strange for me to want to relieve such fond times? All I want is to move forward(more)
I turn off the lights
Unplug the machine in spite
no more time tonight.
All in one instant
I felt her, two souls as one-
now escapes my reach.
The rain fell today
,but Daddy did not come home.
- the soldier was nice.
The sky is an open canvas with a hint of blue.
I stare and survey the trees animals and sun.
The rabbits go about their business, birds feeding
Their chicks, ants tending to the queen. I continue to stare, my eyes wandering aimlessly
Trying spy for something – anythin(more)
We left our hope here. The waves carried with them our past - our culture. All is lost and forgotten in the depths of she who takes, and gives little.
Her eyes are what kept me close, for without them I would be lost to my vices.
Invisible are the demons that play summer melodies in my head.
I once lived for the fast life. Everything about the postmodern age goes by fast with its trends, viral videos, and hashtags. However, when I come home to my small town in Nebraska it’s the slow things – the small things – that seem to have the lasting impact.
The battle has ended and I stand alone
The sun in the east, with a soft red tone.
I see my dead friends, with tears and I bow
I whisper softly, “it’s all over now.”
I wish to open this window of mine.
I want to see the world outside this room.
Its vibrant colors dancing on my gray walls.
The summer air brushing my face painting my cheeks red.
But alas I cannot. (more)
The edge of reality before me
My future is gone, no longer I see.
Voices fill my mind, like a tsunami.
Everything behind me, nothing ahead.
Now to the cliff, with a call I dread
One voice now said, “Ready to jump.”
We rush the beach – like mad dogs in the heat of summer – just to stay alive. The beaches of Normandy where riddled with tank traps, barbed wire, and machine gun fire. It was as if Dante’s morbid fantasy came to life.
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The pouring rain comes
At dusk; broken-hearted is
He who waits for morn'.
The dunes surround me. They hug the landscape cradling it softly as if to hush silent cries of distress, my distress. I am trapped by these dunes never knowing where to go, or where I've been for all the dunes look the same to me. I’m burning up; my(more)