World War One

So.
I wrote a poem after all these months.
Damned writer's block finally left.
So.
Read it and comment?
This took two whole days, you know.

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World War I


Oh so wrong
They screamed
When he knelt on the floor
And cried his words.

The stains on the bed
Used to mean nothing
Once they faded
Everything he hated
He had become.

He says it's the envy
That makes him do it
But it never hurts anymore
When he lies to the generals
And the prisoners of war
For he knows it's all fake
He's a fake
Nothing less
Nothing more.

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Spent the holocaust
Crawled under a bed
Never took what they said
For long
It stung when we laughed
And healed when we cried
We never learned a damn thing.

I was wrong
The needle was used
When they strapped us to the chair
And whispered
Sweet unoticed words
That were like scrapnel
Blown from the frontlines
When the dawn awoke.

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What the war did
To our hearts and souls
Just empty
Empty in that way
When victims of accidents
Wake with retrograde amnesia.

Don't fight fire
Didn't your mama tell you
That matches are for adults
And flames for the dead.

When you called me your sweetheart
It meant nothing
He still stood outside the door
Hanging off your every word
And still?
Still
He never judged you for what
What a liar you became
Even so
Useless I was
Gripping a torn arm
And limping with a broken leg
Through the maze
Of smoke and haze alike
What favourite?
Favourite gun to reload
We're all just bullets.

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That chance
To put this at an end
Many things were exchanged
By apparitions floating by the bedside
Immortality
Means nothing
To one who's seen the mortal.

They stole it from my eyes
That lightI saw
When she smiled
Smile
In past tense
Always would be
Hello pretty angels
Can you save me?

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Punch me in the gut
Kick me in the back
Like a burn to the skin
Only the words get through
Sorry
If you wanted me to scream
And cry
I wasn't in the mood
Try again tomorrow.

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Damn tremors
I would be able to aim better
At those gun wielding teenagers
If not for the shaking
And well
We're still children
Children of sin
Sinners with closed eyes
And broken prayers
As we attempt to save all
All the horror that we've seen.

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He shot her
When she said she wouldn't stay
He shot him
When he said he would
Murderer
A common convictor of thieves
What a price to pay
For insanity.

They weren't on the list
They were
Sane enough
To stay on and destroy
The hopeless hearts that made us sick
And shivered through our bones
The list
Lists mean bad things.

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Don't make me leave
I want to see
When my little sister wakes up
From the infection around her brain
Or when my brother stands
After his legs became paralysed
By two cracks to his lower spine.

Mom won't know
If I hide
In the basement
You'll come get me when it's over
Won't you?

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It was for comfort
The words of kindness
Whispered with caution
There was no one else
A soldier gets lonely after months
Away from his home
And love
Empty fucks mean nothing
When they're from your comrades
Lying bedraggled in a pile of blankets
Huddling for warmth
At an old prison base.

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A day will come
When the unexplained will become
Unforgivable
But we'll still wait
Wait for the chimes
Of the grenades.

They steal the boys away to the dorms
And smother the girls in alleys
No one sees
No one cares
It's always been
It'll never change.

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Forever
I ran
They left me behind
You promised
You'd take me with you
Those empty beds made me see
Used like a doll
And thrown aside like one
When you forget meI hope
Anything will make you remember again
Guilt
Is an open wound
That nobody discovered how to close.

Wicked grins
Oh chains
Tombs are so fun
When you're banging on the coffin lid
Choking on memories.

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How many hearts you broke
When you left
How many souls you crushed
When you returned
How many times you fell
When they tripped you
You deserve every punishment
Thrown at you
Free?You thought so
Hey
Wake up
The military is for dogs
You?
You were always a cat person.

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My my
He's slowing us down
Right up the slopes
And blood-stained rivers
So Colonel Killjoy
What now?
Leave a man behind
Or carry on
Not a Major's job to decide
Is it?

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This could be the end of everything
Oh little bottles
How you drown my sorrows so easily
Halfway through the absinthe
And three quarters down the whiskey
Shot by shot
I keep forgetting
Was it because
Doing it for the people wasn't enough?

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Wake at midnight
Trembling glances
They struck again
Oh petty nightmares
In the midst of murders
They bring heart attacks and
Fires within the spirit
Of heavy hearts
And nonchalant guilt
Of knowing
What it means
To stay awake.

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Put down your bags
The reports are true
You're going home
How lucky are you
To see their faces
Once more again
Just try to remember
Remember this friend
The one who had your back
All through the fight
Who never said die
Never said no
Always stood by
Never let you go
Walk out of that door
With your head up high
Tell everyone he knew
He didn't deserve to die
Papers mean nothing
Ranks are fake
But in his eyes
That's what would take
To bring him down
May April June
July August September
November December January
February March.

March soldier
To the battlefield
And back
Home.

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Ah, wretched love
Your chains creak with knowing
And freedom of speech
Moreso absolution
Of a revolution appears
To give the sirens a new beginning
Of hatred towards redemption
And cheers to salvation
Joy oh joy
It rang in the streets
Genuine smiles
Undeniable laughter
How sweet the sound of merry-making
And the ending of
The things that imprisoned
Lives
And seekers for a better abstract
Heads for the dreams
And hearts for the sorrows
And all shall hear
The cries of children
Just
Once in a lifetime
Lived.

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End.