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When did we stop playing pretend?
Was it the day all our task
Became a cast
Around the broken form of a body
Burdened to it's very core
With what the future held in store?
Did we lose our inner child?
Like that time we last our moms
Int the supermarket
How we scrambled trying to find it,
But it was gone
Talking to an old friend a few rows over
We stopped playing,
And stopped learning how to grow
The lessons we learned in school
Where just enough to teach us
How not to make fools out of ourselves
We lined our childhood achievements on shelves
Like little league trophies
And instead of finding new ways to be proud
We burn out
Making money for a man
Who doesn't know our name,
And would never care to know it
We are numbers on a screen to him,
But we have fire inside
A spark
If we only ever cared to show it
It's comfortable in the cage
Choose to live there if you must
But it's still a cage
Was it the day all our task
Became a cast
Around the broken form of a body
Burdened to it's very core
With what the future held in store?
Did we lose our inner child?
Like that time we last our moms
Int the supermarket
How we scrambled trying to find it,
But it was gone
Talking to an old friend a few rows over
We stopped playing,
And stopped learning how to grow
The lessons we learned in school
Where just enough to teach us
How not to make fools out of ourselves
We lined our childhood achievements on shelves
Like little league trophies
And instead of finding new ways to be proud
We burn out
Making money for a man
Who doesn't know our name,
And would never care to know it
We are numbers on a screen to him,
But we have fire inside
A spark
If we only ever cared to show it
It's comfortable in the cage
Choose to live there if you must
But it's still a cage
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
Literature
I am weird
We were doing something, it was an exercise I didn't want to do. But the marines were decididng something.
Marines: ok we'll give the winner a sourpach kids. What should we do with the slow people.
Me: SACRIFICE ALL THE SLOW ONES!! WE WON'T NEED THEM!! *then I laughed creepily*
Everyone just looked at me weirdly. And I have never felt so happy in my life. XD
Literature
Confusion At It's Best
Confusion At It's Best
I look in the sky on those late nights and see a crimson red sky wrapped around the building. Around six am after making my last patrol run through the building, I go into the bathroom to fix my hair so I look good when I am there to greet everyone as they come in.
I look into the mirror and what do I see?
A shadow lurking about behind me.
I look about but to my surprise, guess what I see.
No one is here with me.
I turn back to the mirror, what do I see?
I see yellow eyes in the mirror staring back at me.
I blink, turn some more lights, blink for my eyes to adjust and guess what I see.
The eyes of an animal run
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Hey! Nice poem