Fields of blueberries fill my dreams
Watching rain kiss the skin of these
Rays of light reflect back to the sun
The taste is a delight, replicated by none
This dream is a blessing for all to dissect
Laid down these words to become your subject
Confusion maybe but blunt as can be
These blueberry fields, are the place for me
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Tuesday, October 7
Poem- Old Liberty
Really not trying to offend anyone with this poem, its just how I feel about things...
With every empty promise and insignificant word
Our American dreams lose relevance and start to sound absurd
Tell me to to fight for freedom and I should be a patriot
But greed and oil and wars of such, fills our land with idiots
When bothers lay down motionless and mothers cry over this
Preach your words of patriots, I will not be part of this
With every empty promise and insignificant word
Our American dreams lose relevance and start to sound absurd
Tell me to to fight for freedom and I should be a patriot
But greed and oil and wars of such, fills our land with idiots
When bothers lay down motionless and mothers cry over this
Preach your words of patriots, I will not be part of this
Poem- Coward inside
Just a little something I was working on.... Enjoi
Never seem to find my voice
The expression is there, its there I swear
Mind is on lock, randomized by the second
It leads to dark corners, transforming to depression
This one question plagues my mental
Am I going insane? Am I insane?
Chaos in my brain is plain to see
Is this the man I'm destined to be?
When the razor blades taste my skin
Pain sounds silence, my eyes smell the violence
Today is shortly forgotten and replace by a new
Life seems much better, from a birds eye view
Never seem to find my voice
The expression is there, its there I swear
Mind is on lock, randomized by the second
It leads to dark corners, transforming to depression
This one question plagues my mental
Am I going insane? Am I insane?
Chaos in my brain is plain to see
Is this the man I'm destined to be?
When the razor blades taste my skin
Pain sounds silence, my eyes smell the violence
Today is shortly forgotten and replace by a new
Life seems much better, from a birds eye view
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