...it could be worse...
Bottle Number Three,
Your so close to me.
Before you came one,
it was semi-fun.
And two was there as well,
because I wasn’t yet in hell.
Even with my speech a slur,
I could still say ‘I miss her.‘
Bottle Number Three,
You are so close to me.
The average age of the military man is 19 years.
He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country.
He never really cared much for [...]
Patrick
Ill desions fill your pretzel minded head
but you don’t take heed to what is said
listen to them voices bro let them guide you
let them clear the path to what is really true
let them unblind you
dont let these so called friends make choices in your life
they won’t help you get through your strife
cuz they lowlife, quick [...]
flickr: Berno’s Poem
As you know with poems, it takes awhile to decipher the one true meaning, and sometimes, it doesn’t even have one meaning, but many. It was early, early morning when we went to the armory to get our weapons to depart to our Iraq deployment. I had a notebook that Hiromi had bought [...]
