AUD
The AUD decreased too
much against
the Euro and
has too
sadly
suicided.
RIP
AUD.
Suicided Kids*
Mothers of suicided kids
grieve with a guilt
that arrives
immediately…
taking up permanent residency.
Unbidden and uninvited
settling in the voided heart space
of a dear son dear daughter
remorse... to never leave ever.
A hollow voice stuck on repeat-repeat
asking the same questions:
what did I miss...
what didn’t I understand?
what could I have done?
One doesn’t get a second chance
with a suicided kid.
One can never do better.
There’s never a next time
to try harder.
*term from Sinead O’Connor
When the Germans invaded Latvia and Estonia
They decided these people would have 3rd Reich favours
And so they recruited or drafted young men into the Waffen SS
Who fought on the Eastern Front battles showing their mettle
When the war started to go bad for the Germans
These troops were still fighting backs to the wall without end
Then Hitler suicided and the Germans surrendered
The Latvian and Estonians couldn’t go home and were stranded
The Nazis had to be tried for criminal behaviour
So these Waffen SS volunteered to guard their old Nazi leaders without favour
And were trained and uniformed as American soldiers
Learning American military drill not goose stepping bolder
Isn’t it ironic that the SS soldiers were in the pay
Of the country seen as an enemy now in a shade of grey
So they stood guard in the Nuremberg courts
As non-goose stepping Ex-Waffen SS Soldiers of sorts
Looking back at the guards so pristine
And know they are not all that very clean
When the Nazi criminals were tried hung or jailed
These ex-Waffen SS ended up in the USA after the war ending prevailed.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The French word for ‘cockroach’ is ‘le cafard’.
In some contexts it can mean ‘depression’.
But for the soldiers always standing guard,
‘Avoir le cafard’ refers to boredom.
I’ve heard war has been described as follows:
“Ninety percent boredom, the rest: TERROR”.
It’s true for those hiding in their hollows,
Whether combatant or stretcher-bearer.
My times in combat zones weren’t too awful.
I heard the occasional “BOOM!” or “CRACK!”.
Of friends that I knew that went to Mosul,
Everyone (Some shrapnel wounds) made it back.
But I knew some who never came back home;
At least one who suicided at home.
Shattered in pieces the tender heart
Fixed with the healing that brings time
Rises from the nowhere world
Beats with the hidden scars
Subsaning the pain
Suicided
Past feelings
Killed love
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Fifth Place
What do you know about being damn near homeless
Struggling to reach tomorrow to find tomorrow is worthless
This is a lyrical exercise in linguistic exasperation
Where every sunrise spells ruination
Cause what doesn't kill me only makes me wait longer
Kneeling in prayer while being circled by vultures
Listen as the vicar's words turn tedious
As the callous coldness of the soul leaves me wishing I was churchless
No amount of affirmation will erase the stains on my soul
Too many tips and tears, through my scar garden I stroll
A silent prayer to whiskey to whisk me away
Another shot for suicided naivete
I live in a world that makes hell feel dark
Buried innocence like a tell tale heart.
i know it helped you that i could see
if i do it to will it help me
it took away your pain do you now feel good
if it takes away my pain do you think i should
you hated your life and in some way it shows
if i hated mine to do you think anyone will know
you had a short life do you think you could have made it long
if i shorten mine to do you think it would be wrong
you were happy at some point do you remember at what time
if i were happy for a day would it be crossing the line
when you decided to make that choice was it hurting you a lot
if i was to make that choice to would they leave my body to rot
P.S. this poem is talking about my aunt who killed herself four days after my eight birthday
i cannot have the mind power to do
something like that but i do know people who do.
so this poem goes out to all the people who lost their relatives to suicided and to the ones
who think about it everyday. and to hope you can get help so you would not do anything like
that
I am person that has died
My body nolonger lay on the earth
I am a person who thinks about suicided
A person who hide
I am a person who smile
But cry on the inside
I am a teenger who whats to be free
And just be me
I am a person who wish to die
Someone who lie
My way though life
I am a teen
Who nolonger live
I am deceased in my on world
I don't wanna eat
I barely sleep
I just wish to die
My life didn't turn out life I wanna it to
I 've been looking for my prince for the last couple of months
I am traped in this cold world
I use to have a reason to live
That reason faded away when I was 13
Now I hate to dream
I close my eyes
And try to block out reality
I am a shame of who I be
I am not picture perfect like the women on tv