I wrote this one a long time ago. I always can remember why I wrote it.
Passion is in the bones and flesh
And though all fall to it,
Some are cold as frostbite.
Energy is in the muscle and power,
And though all exhaust,
Some have no passion to.
Knowledge is in the brain and hands,
And though all lead discourse, may it be
Some will be tired.
Death is in the future and present,
And, be it so, some may die
Some will stay alive.
Let it cycle away,
They will die someday.
And just like their love, grief, and fright,
They will be as cold as frostbite.
>>36807658
Short thing I wrote when I was in the academy. It's dumb and makes no sense but who cares
Corporals breathing down my neck
Not sure if I'll survive
"First one over the hill
Will be the last one to die"
>>36807658
Manny? Is that originally you?
I can count to five.
I can count to seven too.
Holy shit, haiku.
My shortest, my favorite.
You are feeling sad
Yet no song comes to mind
Nothing you can drain
The pain all into
repeat the words
That someone else has writ
Fails to capture it
And so your thoughts roam
inside your heart
Waging war for naught
Razing to the ground
Degeneracy
what's left
Nothing that will last
It all does come to past
the point
Where none of it returns
To you, it seems they have
Abandoned good company
Humming to yourself'
Your worries pass away
The future takes their place
Your new companion
Anus I, you see
A dead nigger on a tree
For what to be? He?