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Literature
Alcoholic
The taste of bile rises,
I can feel it burning up my throat.
Maybe this time I was successful,
Maybe this time it will be enough.
Enough to fill the hole in my heart,
Enough to silence the voices of my past.
Maybe now I can have some peace,
Maybe now I can be content with my lot.
One, two, three, four, more...
It can never cast away my demons.
When will I finally find the bottle,
The one that holds the off switch to my mind?
All
11 deviations
Literature
War
Wars are waged all around,
People falling with wounds seen and unseen.
Ships battle raging seas never to dock on foreign shores;
Men sick from months adrift stare in horror,
A captain orders the cannons loaded,
and the world goes up in flames with their goal just out of reach.
Warriors ride their steeds to the end of their lives,
Eager to join the battle for fame and glory;
Their passing oft announced by the shouts of the criers,
and the keening of the widows left behind.
Boys, not even nearly men, march onward;
They scurry in a frantic haste to attend futile duties,
Only to face an abrupt end to their service,
Innocence lost at the point
Featured
1 deviation
Literature
Nihilism
The pendulum has stopped,
And the clock has ticked its last tock;
Time doesn't seem the same here,
It stretches into eternity.
My life is awash with apathy,
Most mornings I can't bear to open my eyes;
I dream in monochrome,
And I won't give up until I can get this right.
Again I awake from emptiness,
Chasing shadows that slip through my fingers like sand;
A faint echo of something, anything,
But it hardly seems to matter anymore.
I can still feel the dull thuds against my ribcage,
But the more I focus, the more it seems redundant.
Every falling grain of sand does its job too well,
Distancing me from what seems ever less important.
First Person
7 deviations
Literature
War
Wars are waged all around,
People falling with wounds seen and unseen.
Ships battle raging seas never to dock on foreign shores;
Men sick from months adrift stare in horror,
A captain orders the cannons loaded,
and the world goes up in flames with their goal just out of reach.
Warriors ride their steeds to the end of their lives,
Eager to join the battle for fame and glory;
Their passing oft announced by the shouts of the criers,
and the keening of the widows left behind.
Boys, not even nearly men, march onward;
They scurry in a frantic haste to attend futile duties,
Only to face an abrupt end to their service,
Innocence lost at the point
Metaphorical
2 deviations
Literature
Alcoholic
The taste of bile rises,
I can feel it burning up my throat.
Maybe this time I was successful,
Maybe this time it will be enough.
Enough to fill the hole in my heart,
Enough to silence the voices of my past.
Maybe now I can have some peace,
Maybe now I can be content with my lot.
One, two, three, four, more...
It can never cast away my demons.
When will I finally find the bottle,
The one that holds the off switch to my mind?
Family Series
2 deviations
Misc
1 deviation
Scraps
1 deviation