Pain Warrior Poems

Deep in my shrewd mind, a storm rages on 
Dark clouds gather as the wind howls till dawn
A tempest of thoughts, I cannot control
A battle...

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Only the dead have seen the end of the war. - George Santayana

Even when I sit at my window,
Watching birds peck the sunflower seeds,
Feeling blessed...

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I was born into a war 
I was born into a war 
I Was born into this war 
And I couldn’t even talk 
I didn’t...

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I am so scared to fall for another again
Completely terrified
I don't want to be hurt like the last time
Something I heard that always stuck with...

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She walks alone, with a heavy heart
Haunted by the memories that tear her apart
She's a victim of sexual assault, a survivor of pain
But she refuses...

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Life ain't no bed of roses
We're not destined to 
drown in a pit of despair
Aguish is unknown until flesh
grazes a blade of barbed brair

A prickle...

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I remember being forced into the darkness, my eyes adjusting. Without light the world exists in a blurry mess of gray and black figures blending...

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I think it is quite obvious in this world we’re trying to create how many have forgotten the delicate relationship that exists between love…and hate.

I...

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Today, I felt as if I stepped off a cliff.
Am I just a waif?
For so long I have been in bondage.
And I have seen the...

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On these thorny paths, I walked
Tip toeing, reducing weight
Fighting the tears back
Lest pain would smile
And pull it's eyes on me

I have taken so much
That could...

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Lost inside this sea of woe,
This mass that is my mind.
Overlapping waves of thought;
Engulfing space and time.
Space I should have open;
Time I should have set...

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It's a wild ride, laughing and screaming at you. 

I feel as if I am in a fun house of emotions 

With psychotic clowns controlling...

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somber thoughts in disarray
broken moments of a jaded day
under siege of firing brigades
the bed you lay in is the bed you made

tattered talons from battles...

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bagram airfield july 2010

hushed ether of morning
huddled guardian warriors, arms aligned
early call to prayer sounds the blood to chill
arrives the entry check point white linen...

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Loose Magic

Pee-a-boo, I see you...
Got your nose, 
and not your toes. 
Skipping rocks, 
and bubbles in the park. 

Eye contact from across the room, 
notes...

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