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AM May 2013
The worst moment
I've found
Is when I go to write a love poem
And can't remember the feeling
AM May 2013
Since you left
My skin hasn't stopped smelling
Of stale cigarettes
And my mouth hasn't stopped tasting
Of my own regrets
Written while unable to fall asleep at 2 am
AM May 2013
If life were a chess game
Me against you
You'd sweep the board
Of my valiant little army of pawns
Capture all the kings horses
And all the kings men
Yell "Checkmate!" in triumph
And leave me to place my pieces
Back together again
AM May 2013
My balcony looks into the building next door
Which was at one time an architectural wonder
Home to a family, maybe
Or a solitary man
With too much money to buy happiness
Now its roof caves inward
And the neglect it has felt through the years is apparent in the
Ivy crawling up its walls
Only the moon and the cool breeze keep me company
It's the time when
The crowd of young people
Who drink away their troubles many a mundane night
Have been tucked away in their final destinations
And the city sleeps
Silence
Fills my ears
And serenity
Fills my mind
I close my eyes
Breathe in the salty air floating
Past me on its way from the sea

It's on quiet nights like these
I know
I am utterly
Insignificant
AM May 2013
Your eyes
Are places I dream of exploring
Your smile
Oh, your smile
Is the most lovely I've ever seen
Not at all warm
Yet so inviting

Something in the universe fell into place
The day your image was dreamt up
But it seems your creator
Your masterful sculptor
Didn't have a knack for chemistry
For though he perfected your smallest details
He forgot to instill you with
The ability for you
To love me
AM May 2013
A vehicle rumbled along a sorry excuse for a road,
A convoy trailing behind it

A soldier looked out his window
Watching the dust swirl up in clouds beneath the
Heavy vehicle's tires

He said nothing to his partner and they rode in silence
He, thinking of his perfect baby
Whom he had not yet gotten to feel the warmth of
In his arms
And his partner, he was sure
Had nothing but the image of his fiancée racing through his mind
She was all he ever talked about

They were close
As close as a pair of friends could possibly be
But rides were becoming increasingly more solemn
Unspoken yearning for home had become almost unbearable
These days the soldier missed home so much
And longed so badly for his wife's warm embrace
That he swore he could feel his heart aching

The solemn silence was broken as something caught the soldier's eye

"Stop!"

The convoy came to a halt
The soldier jumped from his vehicle
His boots making a hard thud on the ground below
He called to a group of Afghani children who had been
Collecting shell casings they would later exchange for food
In the middle of the convoy's path

The children looked up, alarmed
And scurried away

The rumble of the military vehicles again resounded
Through the desert
And the convoy continued on its way


Looking back
At the men in the strange uniforms
With the huge trucks,
A little Afghani girl
Caught a glimpse of the sunlight
Bouncing off of something
In the middle of the road

She rushed into the street to collect it
Thinking only of how pleased
Her mother would be
With all the money they would earn
From her painstaking hunt

The soldier saw the young girl
Dart into the path of the convoy

He shouted
And leapt from the vehicle
The girl looked up in terror
As she saw the big trucks
Getting closer
And closer

The soldier leapt into
The path
Of the oncoming sixteen-ton vehicle
Toppling the girl to the ground

As she sat up, out of the path of the convoy
Dusting her self off and
Trying to comprehend
What had just taken place
She looked into the road searching for her
Treasure
And saw it
Reflecting the desert sunlight
Just inches from the still form
Of the soldier
Who had just
Given her
His life
Inspired by a story I read in the news a couple of months back
AM May 2013
Before my eyes
My life is ebbing away
And my blank canvas
Is becoming a bit more gray
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