My first post! YEAY! I hate the last to lines, but I couldn't think of anything else to rhyme. Hope everyone likes it!


November 11th


The poppies we wear symbolize our hope,
The hope for a future better than this,
That which binds is the rope-
To this deadly ghost abyss.
The guns down below deafen our cries,
Something to know for the future we get.
Children running to and fro with tears in their eyes,
The poppy we wear proudly to not forget.
We bow and we pray for the lives that were lost,
Mercy on the families that had to let go,
Men and boys who died, but at what cost?
O what may I ask, caused it to be so?
The one thing that can not be rotten,
Is hope for the future, to make sure none is forgotten.

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My Angel of Death

I watch as you drown in the life you left behind:
(One foot forward, two steps back)
Always in the past, (Can't look towards the end)
Please; don't realize what you lack.

I watched as you turned away from everything
Thinking: 'It's now or be declined'
Your tourniquet can't last for ever.
Don't you realize that you're blind?

Standing in the doorway,
Looking at your restless form; hair in tides.
Your angel of death is here.
To be your suicide.

Smiling as you try to piece back the puzzle,
That used to be your life,
But you tore it all apart.
Let your hold weaken on that knife.

You're dying.
You know that's true.
Your heart can't handle all this pain.
Listen to my call. You know you have to.

I stretch my hand forward,
Suddenly I'm visible to you.
Please just cast your gaze on mine.
I'm here; you knew.

I will take to a beautiful world of dreams.
Just close your eyes, clear your head.
I will take your soul away from reality;
Just always look ahead.