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listen here...i breathe again
listen here, my only friend
listen to the words i speak
even if they make you weak
life has come too far it seems
to break apart your precious dreams
and though you lie down wide awake
a single breath is all it takes
though deep and long returns the sigh
youre the apple of my eye
though i may be far away
kiss my lips..youll be okay.
this life is straining all of us
and listen now...it is a must
i love you more than anything
so rest youre head and dream the dreams
of when i wasnt always gone
and all you had were letters from
a soul-dier with poetic words
to give to you so theyll be heard
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breaks from a simple high school life
in a tranquil school
that isnt filled with gangs
where i can go home
and there is plenty of money
and my mom is sitting on the couch
because she has everything we need
because we arent behind on the bills
and my brothers rest peacefully
because no one bullies them
and my grades are the best
and i can get a job anytime
to help my careless family
just in case, just in case.
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i dont care who you are
or what you think of me
build me up and break me down
then take your "stuff"* and flee
i hate you
you know it too
so bring it to my plate
take a point and hold my ground
to not spew all my hate
you were so nice in the beginning
well, what the "heck"* are you now?
gone, love, thats what you are
a filthy ugly cow
i am still the nice guy
lord, you have said so much worse
and still im here, i still get by
a blessing, not a curse.
i didnt snap hard enough to say what i meant
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i wandered through the plains
with my pony by my side
and we both would die of thirst
we wouldnt make it through the night
cuz the posse lay upon our heels
they strike with bayonets
hurting blisters theyve bestowed
upon my heels i cant forget
with the sun upon my head
and a six gun on my side
i wish that i could tell you
that my horse could bear the ride
she collapsed right in the field
i had to leave her body there
trusted friend though she was
i couldnt carry her i swear
so i found a shallow river
and i drank to fill my blood
how i wish that tender horse
could taste the sweetness from above
still i wander with my blisters
and my six gun by my side
still a wounded bounty hunter
with no gentle horse to ride
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glorious and tall i stood...
you could lie and say i was king
and still tell the truth
i defeated Attila the Hun
and outwitted Alexander the great
upstaged Julius Caesar.
i crawled through the dunes of Arabia
and splattered them with bandit blood
i took the lives of many
that my people may be safe another day
i fought bravely for my country
and now, Valhalla awaits.
*i know the history is incorrect, but its figurative.
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red wolf it was
patowatome-soix
this is what it means to me
what does it mean to you?
to me it means the love of life
and blood that keeps me here
also means to never back down
and never cower in faer
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in a way i am lonely...stuck even to the wall like a fly surrounded by the swatters that intend to kill me...
why did you let them hurt me?
you had the knife
you just watched as they beat me into a barely living lump of blackened flesh
why did you let them? after all the times i saved you
you stood back and watched.
inspired by Sandra Cisneros
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cross it
my heart with my fist
to a country spirit long forgotten
wrapped around the wrist
of some infidel
American scum
but the truth of the matter is
they wanna go home
troops that come home
to shoes thrown at their face
its like a long spent nightmare
but real life is all they see
baby killer my bottom
taking orders has its flaws
they do what their told
not what they want
so dont blame ameri-troops
cuz it really isnt them
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HARK! speak up, any man who wants to hear it.
we honestly dont know what it is,
but we have our own problems!
call me a hypocrite, but isnt everyone?
we complain of the things we dont wanna hear
then of things we didnt hear when its too late.
tell me then...can a million men allbe wrong?
ABSOLUTELY
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Ronnie Radke
sure hes not the nicest
but hes good at what he does
i learned all his songs
even the ones craig stole
how i wish i was as famous (or infamous)
as my idol, and my hero
We love you ronnie
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