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Everyone's life is brushed by many friends,
new come around and the close ones part;
but changes is one of life's many trends.
And only self views affect ones heart.
Parting by most is considered sad,
adapting again is always a scary thought;
my idea has always been to treasure the moments that i've had.
Why make the heart fight the battle that need not be fought?
What matters most is that they touched your heart,
and you'll remember them in the future.
Some might think "did that jerk even had a part?"
But by standing too close you might not see life's huge picture.
i look back after every year to see if i can see it all,
lessons were learned and mistakes made;
and the drops of memories revealed a waterfall.
It all made sense, from the exciting drop to the fade.
That was the point i understood why most had to go.
The emotions of the past started to make sense;
my heart was blissful to finally know.
It's only a pound if there are a hundred pence.
Some tend to forget those they spent
In loving Memory
It was that picture that brought it all,
all the memories that i had to burry;
the army of tears finally had their fall,
flashes of the past were no longer blurry.
Every sparkle reminds me of your eyes,
every perfect curve of your dazzling smile;
5 years and yet my heart cries..
My sis, it's truly been a while.
Time has moved on and so have i,
but the indelible memories still haunt me;
abandoned at night, i miss you and cry..
i can't stop wondering why it had to be.
You were only twelve but life didn't care,
intoxicated, death drove your way;
all i could do was stand and stare..
So helpless.. So far away..
In a flash everything changed,
my days had the moon, my nights sunny;
life for me was shattered yet arranged.
The vision of my future suddenly seemed all smudgy..
Every year, i wish it to be a nightmare,
i close my eyes hoping for it to end;
i wonder why is life so unfair?
But my heart still has a lot to mend..
Inked away in my diary another set of feelings,
and the next army may
As the sun set down,
& the evening sky spread around;
Dropeth to the ground.
Tied to life,
With burning ropes.
None of them real;
Dried out wounds,
Still wanting to heal.
Stroke of pain,
With every passing hour;
Rain of fire,
Form the clouds does shower.
Lost in memories,
Of the secrets untold;
Life without values,
& no support to hold
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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