My Love

I'm not who you think I am
I'm not unbreakable
I'm not bulletproof
I still feel pain
Everyone calls me a hero
A savoir
But I think there's only one savoir myself
I've never thought of myself as important
I'm just doing what's right
I get a lot of prestige from that
A lot of things I've never asked for
But I'll give it all away in an instant
If you want me to
I know everyone needs saving sometimes
Even you
I've seen you cry
I've seen your pain
I've seen your darkness
Deep within
I can save you
I can be your hero
To spirit you away
If you just let me
If you trust me
And you can save me
Because you're my hero too

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Bat Shit Crazy

you filled me up a couple of times.
i feed upon your need of me.
you know the tip of my iceberg,
but what lies below my pink flesh is deep.
i don't know yet if it'll sink us or if you can swim through this!

i see rough waters ahead.
you aren't the only one with crazy in the genes.
my own blood fights sensible choices.
you tell me you're the normal one compared to who you're related to.
in my family i'm the normal one too, but i'm still bat shit crazy!

i fear exposing all of who i am to you.
scenarios play out to a captive audience in my head.
my dreams are filled with doom and gloom.
the economy looks robust compared to my hopes for us.
i count the days we've been together.
i'm amazed i've held it together this long.
you're the calm in the eye of my inner storm.
i hope you're strong!

i want to be swept away by you.
pick me up and carry me away.
be my calgon!
be my hero!
i put too much baggage upon your shoulders.
i fret about you throwing out your back.
right now it's alright, but i know how quickly the tides change.

i don't get you all the time.
i'm a small piece in the puzzle of your life.
my greed pushes me to plead for more of you.
right now you're flattered and amused.
i believe the power i give to you binds you too.
we've bonded to each other's weaknesses.
i'm hoping by the time you see my flip side you're in to deep to flee.

the swing moves even when i'm not in the seat.
my emotions constantly push it.
sometimes it's gentle, back and forth,
almost hypnotic, it sways.
but sudden and violent changes take place.
up in the air i go, higher then i can fly.
back over dead territory and digging up graves,
then i jump for my life
and down to the ground i crash and cave!

be proud you say!
be you you say!
i believe i still love you.
sometimes i will say or do harm to you.
forgive me when you throw me away.
i know what i'm doing but i do it anyways.
bat shit crazy makes me this way!

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Suppressor of the night

Unique Poems

The days just past by as my memories just sink in ; a story of the unforseen ; where do i even begin ? ; cuz after that day the light in my eye just became so ever dim ; after that day i saw another side of this world that was forever more grim ; & seeing evil spread so fast forced something to awaken within ; the embodiment of my soul merging right under my skin ; the suppressor of the night ; a symbol of the fight ; obliterating all evil and resuscitating our might ; dispite the disunited views and the regardfulness of few ; im here to abolish this hatred & convert it into something new ; an unforeseen world but yet I'm ready to see it through ; call me a mysterious fright or even a ruthless shadow ; but even if I fall into the unforeseen ; I will always remain a hero '

Author's Notes/Comments: 

based it on a vigilantes mind set and opinion towards the world but in a simple manner. This is his short message to the people ~

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Watching you

watching me

Bathed in a shaft

of perfect peppered sunshine

I always wanted an hero

 who was only mine

The heavens were kind to me

 you came home



Written on

January 4, 2009

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was written to Eli (Seven). It didnt last but it still was for him.

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Old Poems

People who are brave
Willing to fight for their country
Ignoring the dangers in their path
Swords clanging; bullets flying
The sounds of war are there
yet not.
Real patriots never get credit.
All of the men that died fighting
gave their lives so that the living so-called
"patriots" can go home and tell their tale
of how they were almost killed and
the "dead patriots" are forgotten

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this years about before 9/11. It was actually for a project I had to do in high school.

Any comments, good or bad, are welcome. Please leave a comment and let me know if you liked it, how it made you feel or what you didn't like about it. Thanks for taking the time to read my work. :)

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