Some Poems And Maybe A Story

[Trixsie Vixen]

Purving aside, I wan to know who's house it is!  Will they turn up?  Will they be cranky?




SUSPENSE!! 

[JollyGreenFox]

Lol yeah im ganna need to work on that seems like your the only one who reads it lol

[Trixsie Vixen]

Yeah, I'm thinking I need to start up Trixsie's book club to bring attention to my most beloved writers!

[JollyGreenFox]

Hmmm i wonder how tht would work YAY

[Trixsie Vixen]

Hmmmm?


*contemplative stare into middle distance*


 

[JollyGreenFox]

Thinking about it?

[NautilusWolf]

As I walk through the beautiful warzone I smell the scent of blood and rotting flesh.
I wonder why all these men had to die as they pile up more and more like mesh.
I sit by a tree and watch them fight wondering why they fight and not speak?
Are they afraid to speak the unspoken words aloud to one another in Greek?
As I pounder upon the problem a bullet hits the tree I’m on as I look a man rushes.
Covered in a deep red blood pouring from his head down to the grassy green land.
The rich soil of this grassy green windblown land a lady walks by and looks at the men and blushes.
At the opening at the end of the grassy green windblown blood struck land many a man just stand.
As man after man falls I pay no attention I have no hostility regarding these men why do we fight.
I hide under bridges and fallen trees and I wonder why we must kill these men I could befriend.
All of a sudden the bombardment stopped the grassy green land I once saw was all but dirt and blood.
I close my eyes trying to unsee what I have seen I want to keep that vision of that grassy green land.
But now all I can see is barren land the air filled with the stench of blood and rot.
A tear rolls down my bloody dirt covered cheek and drops down into a pool of blood and mud.
As I stare into the sky all I see is a bright light and I pounder as I cry did I do what was right.
I walk along with the men I knew when we were boys now smoking a drinking is this the end?
I wonder why these old men that send us in to these hell holes will not talk or fight their own battle.
I sleep at night scared to close my eye in fear I may die or get shot.
As I lay on the ground keeping my eye open scared to sleep I remember home my family and my cattle.
I see a light a bright light that feels more loving and peaceful that what is on this earth and sleep.

Not gonna cry...

Flowering DeathDeath is like a wilting flower
 Pedals fall until the last Pedal of life has dropped
 Dying amongst the living as the flower wilts
 Dying slowly as Other Flowers Watch in pain an in Sorrow
 But as the elder flower dies a new one is birthed
 Slowly the pedals fall to the ground one by one
 The flame of life slowly dims but the body still remains
 Life is just a beautiful lie as death is a painful truthWhen i wrote this one it was Last Year on Thanksgiving, My best-freind OD'ed

NOT GONNA CRY,

This gun cold, raw steel against a head
The feeling of worthlessness and dread spread
The note that has been written no one will care
They fail to see what I am They are all doctrinaires
The trigger is easy to squeeze, but so hard to pull
They all think I'm fool
The trigger is pulled the gun goes off, with out a sound
The gun falls out of a hand, on to the ground
Their blood runs down my face as i grin
I soon begin to wonder, "was this a Sin?"
Now I am free, I am Me, Free


Not much of a Gory person i guess.....just dark.....OH well hope y'all enjoy

*bawling* IT'S SO SAD!!!

[JollyGreenFox]

im glad you liked them

[NautilusWolf]

They. We're. BEAUTIFUL.

[JollyGreenFox]

Really....ive always though they could be better...maybe its just me?

[NautilusWolf]

That's every writer. And sometimes, they could be, but I thoroughly enjoyed them.

[JollyGreenFox]

May i ask what one you enjoyed more?

[NautilusWolf]

As I walk through the beautiful warzone I smell the scent of blood and rotting flesh.
I wonder why all these men had to die as they pile up more and more like mesh.
I sit by a tree and watch them fight wondering why they fight and not speak?
Are they afraid to speak the unspoken words aloud to one another in Greek?
As I pounder upon the problem a bullet hits the tree I’m on as I look a man rushes.
Covered in a deep red blood pouring from his head down to the grassy green land.
The rich soil of this grassy green windblown land a lady walks by and looks at the men and blushes.
At the opening at the end of the grassy green windblown blood struck land many a man just stand.
As man after man falls I pay no attention I have no hostility regarding these men why do we fight.
I hide under bridges and fallen trees and I wonder why we must kill these men I could befriend.
All of a sudden the bombardment stopped the grassy green land I once saw was all but dirt and blood.
I close my eyes trying to unsee what I have seen I want to keep that vision of that grassy green land.
But now all I can see is barren land the air filled with the stench of blood and rot.
A tear rolls down my bloody dirt covered cheek and drops down into a pool of blood and mud.
As I stare into the sky all I see is a bright light and I pounder as I cry did I do what was right.
I walk along with the men I knew when we were boys now smoking a drinking is this the end?
I wonder why these old men that send us in to these hell holes will not talk or fight their own battle.
I sleep at night scared to close my eye in fear I may die or get shot.
As I lay on the ground keeping my eye open scared to sleep I remember home my family and my cattle.
I see a light a bright light that feels more loving and peaceful that what is on this earth and sleep.

My family has served in every generation to the U.S. military.

[JollyGreenFox]

I thank them for their service....i forgot why i wrote that....think i saw something on tv about military deaths over the course of every war

[NautilusWolf]

I thank every service member I can. I am next in line.