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Some people will see the blank page As comparable to the most dreadful curse But I see it as potential To write in my own words the perfect verse And though this is yet to happen The promise will always remain right there Like a newborn leaving the womb As they take their first breath of fresh air Some people will see the blank page As a reason or excuse to give in But every great literary work Needed a scribbled first word to begin Seeds of a thought that blossom Thoughts that bloom in to an idea The page slowly becomes your friend As the reason you’re writing becomes clear Some people will see the blank page As their familiar adve

But we were kids back then, arrogance a weight cocked on jutting hips and recklessness a riot sleeping in our bones like summer suicide or the time we peeled the skin from the sun as if it were dried-out orange peels curling into fresh limbs and ate the young fire to have something more than words burning in our throats. Yet in the end our muddied hands gave the horizon back to the sky, because even then something inside us had a passion for the empty spaces that ached and ached and ached. You said to me: there's nothing like having a cold bottle of pills in hand, tipping forward as you thumb the young, naked souls of griefless g

I am bitter today There's no way she loved me like she said She wouldn't have left me if she did I am sorry today I know she loved me all along And I hate that I thought otherwise yesterday I am longing today I saw two lovers walking down the street And I wished she and I could take their places I am content today I dreamed about her And in my dream, she was happy I am frightened today I wished I were dead I've never wished that before I am empty today I cried about her until my friends dropped by And I had to hide my tears because they've never seen me cry And I think it would scare them I am angry today I saw a USMC recr

High mountain pass, far from my town, Wakhjir, Baroghil, Kachin, my mind swims with the memory of them all.   Bullets raining down, break my reverie, alert I search for an unknown foe, I can't see.   Distant rat-a-tat-tat, muzzles flash from craggy nooks, heads, up and down again.   Not old enough to drink, here I fight in this war, following orders, I know not who for. The politicians embarrassed by the slap in the face?  My generals, my sergeants put me in my place.   I fight not for the red white and blue I fight for the man next to me, I fight for you. Your the one who has

     Wisdom What is it about mere words, That makes a person seem so wise? The words themselves, they can be spoken, By anyone, at anytime, in any place True wisdom cannot be uncaringly erased, By unseeming words and deeds True wisdom is not caught, Like a whisper on the wind True wisdom is learned, It is earned, It is the sum of all your sins, It comes from within Wisdom is not granted, Based on the number of your years Nor is it freely given, Based on the number of your tears Wisdom does not choose, Unto whom it will impart, But knowing it is there, Is a good place to start Admit that you don't

Modern Afghanistan          In midst of busy bazaar, stands a poor girl.          Wandering. Her eyes seeking attention.          Weary and scared. Why was she in a whirl?          But can say as she wrapped her in starvation.             Her hairs soaked in sand scattered all around.             Her cheeks stained. Dust has already dried tears.

I want to run away with you. Just you. Forever. I'll never forget that look of hope in your eyes, The feel of strength in your hands, And that promise of forever in your words. I only wish I could forget my answer. We can't. You know how much I want to. But… We just can't.

I was afraid to even touch you I was so certain you'd break, like glass And if you broke, I'd fall into you And cut myself on your sharp edges But really, I'd have no problem bleeding— Not if I bled for you. And in that measure, I am fearless.