Sad Wars Poems

I hesitated 
And the world collapsed under my supervision 
Some people rip open scars for romance
But I'm sweating like a sprinkler head at the chance...

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They say when mind and heart are at war
It's tough to decide whose side you are
Which one blooming truth of what you are
you ended up...

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This is my story,  
It is a sad story to tell, 
Open ears and eyes,   
The bloodbath of more than 500 people , 

"Some burried...

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I lived in Shenzhen, China, for my 6th and 7th grades - China was AMAZING.

In China, blond hair is unusual, I stood out like neon...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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Mirror Mirror

Do not lie. I know that you want to. 
I know that you may need to.  
I am broken, and soon…
You will be...

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Dark Times

Times we celebrate, to be who we are not. 
Bleak times, diseased remembrances. 
Why?
You know.
You know because deep inside…

You have hid under a blanket...

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A Wedding Day

Cleaning the church is a privilege. 
I go every Saturday, humbly to serve. 
It is not a boast, it is small gratitude paid,...

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Today is Enough

The morning came early. 
In fact I was up all night. 
I watched the coming and going…
of the stars.

God’s work ever at hand,...

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Rule Breaker

Risk taker, warrior maker…
Stand tall. 
He is with you. 
Do not fear, what they may say…
as they would say it any way, 
if you...

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Sitting on the pavement
Alone I sit
Thinking about the things I will miss.

The days flew by
and all I could do was cry
And cry
And cry.
Never could I...

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The dead don’t care 
what colour poppy 
you wear -
if it’s knitted
or a diamante stud
for dead men stare
with blinded eyes
and their despair
is the colour of
the...

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It's closing time, I'm sad to say.
The clock insists it's after five.
Now comes the hardest part of day,
The long, infernal homeward drive.

I leave my job...

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