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Stormy Bailey May 2015
We dreamed of mud.
Someone shook our hand.
We scrubbed our bodies for hours.
We stared blankly at the T.V screen.
Everyone was careful around us.
We dreamed of blood.
We woke up screaming and they didn't know what to do.
We smiled for the camera,
We didn’t touch our food.
We wouldn't talk about it,
Our eyes glazed over as they handed us a piece of metal.
They said,”Real men don’t cry”.
We said “Strong men don’t cry”.
We held ourselves and cried.
Everyone said thank you.
No one said we’re sorry.
We distanced ourselves from family.
We held them close so they knew we would never let go.
They congratulated us.
They looked at us different.
We saw faces in the dark and tried to save them.
We turned on the light because they were already gone.
We felt barrels in our hands and heard foreign words in our ears.
Movies meant something different.
Life meant something different.
We cried ourselves to sleep.
Nobody knew what to do.
Ourfirstfarewell May 2015
Dear broken one,
We hear your cry,
I understand the hurt, I won't ask you why.
We are the ones who know your story,
There are one who walked that road before me.
Now I'm with them and we're here to be your safety.
We're just trying to get you home safely.
We're all still hurting, and we live with burning scars.
We're the ones that look up and know that heavens gained some special stars.
We're the ones that made it through the night,
The ones that the difference between "said" and "done".
So we'll walk you through to see the morning light.
There's nothing we can say to hold up your walls
But we can be the protection as each one falls.
We've seen that ocean of insanity
And cried out to humanity
For a saving grace,
But the "strong ones" turn their face
And neglect the fragmented mirror on our hearts,
They sweep the pieces beneath the rug as our reflection falls apart.
We've felt your resentment, we used to feel alone too.
But we realized there's an army of fighters that feel the way we do.
The world will never feel the ambiguous pain eating through the bottom of your heart.
They'll try to heal you but they won't know where to start.
This ship is unfixable, we all feel like we're sinking anyways.
The truth is, we'll patch each others weakness and float on for brighter days.
We've been where you are.
The top of that cliff used to seem so far
From the bottom of the abyss, now all you can see is this.
Darkness rising
Pain still paralyzing
A deep we can't explain
An unforgivable stain
A darkened heart
A fear of knowing what it's like to completely fall apart.
That laundry list
Of brokenness
Feels like it's grown to be a string
Wrapped around our throats overwhelming us with everything.
You can look out into that abyss
And lose your sense of direction.
You can look into the void and lose your soul's inflection.
But Angel, we know what it's like to fall.
None of us want that for you at all.
You look into darkness and feel alone,
But the congregation behind you has grown.
We're an army, facing this battle together,
We have to recognize that things can't **** forever.
We're all standing with you at the top of the cliff, looking down.
Please try to see the million people all around
Who feel you crying.
We're not trying
To tell you tomorrow will be alright,
Because not a single soul heals quickly over night.
It's a long way to recovery,
But when I realized even strangers love me
The burden was no longer my own,
The weight of the world was no longer made of stone,
And we all carried together,
That fear of failure, and the fear of forever.
If we needed to be taken, we'd be dead by now,
So we have to keep moving, taking the next step somehow.
I believe in you. I have faith in your existence.
We're all here to back you up, and fight with against life's resistance.
The worlds big and scary, dark and unforgiving,
But take it step by step and together we'll see the strength and joy of truly living.
Leigh May 2015
Construct your steel fortress
To keep the sanctimony,
Stones, and bottles from causing
More damage than the message they carry.

Chain your armoured Land Rovers
Around the outlying mobs
Just as the Holy Cross kids chained
Daisies to hang 'round their necks.

Don your plastic faces to match
Your plastic shields and be sure
Never to forget your baton, bias or bitterness
Lest you be left vulnerable or human.

Load your guns with rubber
And only pull triggers when provoked
To be absolutely clear just when it's
Okay to open fire on a child.

Hold your faith in your palm,
Grip it tight every chance you get
For it will guide you through the
Nightmares -- ones in which you'll soon feature.

"Great peace have they who love your law,
and nothing can make them stumble."
.
ShwayThaGreat May 2015
Shes grown up in a world where  your name is everything.  So she played everything, & gave it her everything. When that money came in she saved everything for college not knowing she would get a scholarship. But she is smart, smart as if she is but a descendant of Einstein, And I look up to her cause im short and compared to me she is sky high but she is 6,3 and beautiful a goddess *3 to me. She plays ball like her daddys twin was scotty pippen and he tolder put her hands on the ball and boom they traded powers like mike.. like mike and when i would tell her ik someone who plays better she would tell me im trippin. Cause she never missed a practice she only wanted to get greater. And when she dunked for the first time ever she went home on some macklemore **** like "i touched the net mom i touched the net" it was the best day of her life. And shes been running all her life from miles to around the basketball court. ******* now the army what else do you want to accomplish. What are you running from young girl them legs... them legs all them **** legs big girl dont stop now dont give up brown eyes.cause In this world ill be  jenny and your forest gump run run forrest run.
For My Army Girl
Copy written
(You will be sued)
There is no more
civil war
it's changed from days gone by
You can not have a
civil war
no matter how you try

Rules of the engagement
done and dusted
all forgot
now Rules of engagement mean
you give it
all you got

Armies lined up on the field
civil war, I'd say
Now, you push a button
and **** from
ten time zones away

Pleasantries forgotten
War's not civil
anymore
With all of our
progression, we forgot how
to have a civil war
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
I was once a tyke, I built sand castles too,
I had a play doll, a stuffed animal, some that
Reminded me of you. I had a place set for
Two, tea that was poured, a pastel set, skies blue,
And every day we'd bake a cake, we'd celebrate,
With plays and artwork at five, storytelling at eight.

*But now that time is gone and it's already late,
So I join the army and get in gear, fight each year,
Dropping bombs to make them pay, a tool, a slave,
Work until I become a mindless drone, another steer,
I've "grown up" so much, I'm no longer sweet or soft,
I guess I seem aloof, but we just get stiff year after year.
Samantha Dietz Mar 2015
A wonderfully wise and awakened man once said,
"**** myself or love myself, which is the treason?"
and that is a question that roams and moans in my mind
i have an army of searchers inside my skull
scouring for the answer, looking for a sliver
of sense to provide clarity through my abundance of clouds
and this man was an honest poet and a belligerent drunk
though he is famous in his life and even after his death
but if I were to die five minutes ago, where are the tears?
who would be holding their knees to their chest in fear
of their skin running away and their bones shattering in pain
Would there be at least one soul to moan into the night
when they think that no one is listening to their begging
and pleading to the stars to send me back into their arms?
If I were to die an hour ago, would there be a news broadcast
in the honor of a teenage girl who did too many drugs and
wrote words with a unique penmanship that mixed print
and cursive in a construct of phrases that made little sense
to anyone that didn't also have their own army inside their skulls?
So, I pose this question to myself every day in the bathroom mirror:
"**** myself or love myself, which is the treason?" and I hope,
if i prove to be wrong and an afterlife carries our souls upon the arrival
of a hearse to our homes and a tear to our parents' eyes that the wise
and wonderfully awakened man had found his answer,
but did not understand it. For I am crippled by the fear of not knowing,
though also by the thought of being content and no longer looking
deeper than the valence shell of my own twisted and sad mind.
"**** myself or love myself, which is the treason?" is a line from Charles Bukowski's "Cows In Art Class", and is in no way an original line, nor do I take credit for it as such. Rest In Peace, you wonderfully awakened and wise man.
Carolina Mar 2015
I could wait forever
just to feel your warm embrace.
Fate chose you to be a server,
squads are ready in the base.

They send you to death ruthlessly
and we all cry in disgrace.
If you survive then it's the darkness
but no one can go as a replace.

It feels like it's never ending
You say to yourself "hold on"
Million bodies tainted red...
You are never coming home.

Years have gone by
but pain and memories last.
You're another star in the night sky
and will never turn to dust.

We're all full of pride
due to something you left behind.
He will be a wonderful man
This little loving child.
A slight shimmer,
Coat the grass in silver,
Gild their edges,
Turn them into blades,
Let the army rise up,
With their weapons drawn,
Against the blinding light,
The great oaks prepare,
Tightening their glinting armour,
Anchoring firm to hold their ground,
The front lines arm themselves,
With concealed spears,
And twisting barricades,
All glazed in white,
But their loyalty lost,
And their blades softened,
Their armour crumbles,
Their spears break,
At the careful,
Whispered breath,
Of the sun's waking.
Soldier man fights
Soldier man dies
He talks, he dies
He runs, in shame he dies

Soldier man says he needs
Better guns
Arsenal is obsolete

You ask soldier man to fight
Sorry die,
To war is to die
So let soldier man fight
Before he dies
Not to die before he fights

Better guns to fight bombers?
To call the shots in power
They say it's hard
But for soldier man to die
Is nothing but piece of cake

Soldier leaves his wife and kids
The king sends his to paris,
Ask soldier man why he fights
I do it for the love of Mother land

Tears in my eyes for you
Fear in my heart for you
Soldier man fights
Soldier man dies
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