Submissions by WarriorPoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Old Habits Die
You can't be reborn until you die. Putting your bad habits to rest. And saying your final goodbyes.
To a life you once loved and now detest. Forever fighting these urges you must now defy. Screaming sacrilege to those who would try.
The very thing that once got you high. For you push your new practices on every passerby. But you remain infected even though you deny.
Because you didn't want to kill that part of you. Fearing the hole of you would die.
To a life you once loved and now detest. Forever fighting these urges you must now defy. Screaming sacrilege to those who would try.
The very thing that once got you high. For you push your new practices on every passerby. But you remain infected even though you deny.
Because you didn't want to kill that part of you. Fearing the hole of you would die.
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Waiting Till the End
You're waiting on a sun that will never rise. Staring at opportunities, you'll never try. And you're stunned by outcomes that should be no surprise.
For anyone looking beyond you knew it would go awry. That your future became a noose that you had tied. And it never occurred that due diligence be applied.
Forever shaking your head pretending to understand the hows and whys. Seeing nothing but the prospects pass your eyes. Choosing instead to live your life through email replies.
For anyone looking beyond you knew it would go awry. That your future became a noose that you had tied. And it never occurred that due diligence be applied.
Forever shaking your head pretending to understand the hows and whys. Seeing nothing but the prospects pass your eyes. Choosing instead to live your life through email replies.
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The View on High
They destroyed your future before you knew you had one. Bleeding the banks dry before you were old enough to get some. Forcing you to live beneath someone's thumb.
Just because that person makes substantial sum. And you're nothing more than a bastards son. Relegated to living a little better than a bum.
Born into a world where happiness isn't enough. And the American dream is just a rich man's bluff. Designed to keep you walking the line.
Between those with the power. And the modest ones they force to cower.
Just because that person makes substantial sum. And you're nothing more than a bastards son. Relegated to living a little better than a bum.
Born into a world where happiness isn't enough. And the American dream is just a rich man's bluff. Designed to keep you walking the line.
Between those with the power. And the modest ones they force to cower.
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Where Pride Lies
There are no heroes in war. Only who have yet to die. Foolish youth fighting under the pretense and lies.
Blinded by the want to prove themselves. And the need to bolster their pride. For god, honor and country is a reason that no longer abides.
Only the medals upon the chest. And the pleasure that comes with killing those who hide. Are the factors that will guide.
Those who believe only by bringing death may they stride.
Blinded by the want to prove themselves. And the need to bolster their pride. For god, honor and country is a reason that no longer abides.
Only the medals upon the chest. And the pleasure that comes with killing those who hide. Are the factors that will guide.
Those who believe only by bringing death may they stride.
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Shedding Lies
Too many people are effected when the innocent die. People whose emotions can't be set aside. Shedding tears, they can never hide.
I look upon these people from the outside. Knowing if I had the chance. I would never close the divide.
Because when looking at these sentiments. All I see are the downsides. Of Mourning for those who would cringe if I crossed their eyes.
Leading me to believe every tear could be a cold-blooded lie.
I look upon these people from the outside. Knowing if I had the chance. I would never close the divide.
Because when looking at these sentiments. All I see are the downsides. Of Mourning for those who would cringe if I crossed their eyes.
Leading me to believe every tear could be a cold-blooded lie.
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What Drives Us
Hope is what we fight with. When all else is lost. When we're at the point of no return.
And the threshold has been crossed. Between running like lesser men. Or staying too hold the line.
The enemy will know us by the will within our eyes. By the blood upon our faces. They won't leave the killing fields alive.
You'll need the blessings of your gods. Even though I'll fight without mine. We'll meet in the middle.
Whether we have those chills at our spines. One of us will live. Or we'll both have to die.
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And the threshold has been crossed. Between running like lesser men. Or staying too hold the line.
The enemy will know us by the will within our eyes. By the blood upon our faces. They won't leave the killing fields alive.
You'll need the blessings of your gods. Even though I'll fight without mine. We'll meet in the middle.
Whether we have those chills at our spines. One of us will live. Or we'll both have to die.
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Power Trip
b] The measure of a man is what he does with power. Whether he crushes his followers beneath him. Or encourages them to flower.
If he's the giver of life, or a tyrant who devours. He'll be swayed by those beneath him. Depending if they'll rise or cower.
Will they concede to every demand? Instead of storming the towers. For this maybe the difference between those who are lead. And the world's superpowers.[/b]
The measure remain as what he does with power (Plato)
If he's the giver of life, or a tyrant who devours. He'll be swayed by those beneath him. Depending if they'll rise or cower.
Will they concede to every demand? Instead of storming the towers. For this maybe the difference between those who are lead. And the world's superpowers.[/b]
The measure remain as what he does with power (Plato)
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New Roads
At the beginning of all things. What was past must end. Leaving the mistakes behind.
So you may finally start again. Your resilience must rise. And you must choose to transcended.
The fear that binds you. Will forever hold you back. Unless you're willing to shrug off your trepidations and go on the attack.
Only then will you see that the decks are never stacked. For walking the road less traveled. Infused me with the strength I lacked.
And courage that allowed me to build a fortress that will never be sacked.
So you may finally start again. Your resilience must rise. And you must choose to transcended.
The fear that binds you. Will forever hold you back. Unless you're willing to shrug off your trepidations and go on the attack.
Only then will you see that the decks are never stacked. For walking the road less traveled. Infused me with the strength I lacked.
And courage that allowed me to build a fortress that will never be sacked.
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Lessons Unlearned
Even children born from hate. Can wipe clean their misguided slates. And break the shackles their bloodlines would fate.
By looking upon a world and finally seeing it straight. That the beliefs of their parents are by no means a mandate. And outside their homes they live in a country of free states.
Where intolerance bears no weight. And every human being is free to debate. Their path in the world when confronted by hate.
By looking upon a world and finally seeing it straight. That the beliefs of their parents are by no means a mandate. And outside their homes they live in a country of free states.
Where intolerance bears no weight. And every human being is free to debate. Their path in the world when confronted by hate.
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Sight Unseen
It's the end of a hot day. And the beginning of a cold night. A cycle that continues since the cosmos of first shined light.
But there's nothing that illuminates the darkened skies. As any remaining light has long since faded from my eyes. For this is all I have thought of since my vision died.
The idea of sunsets forgotten. As if it had all been a lie. All for the duty of my government.
The same one that found it convenient to forget I'm alive. And all I can do is wonder what will happen in time. For when I feel the warmth...
But there's nothing that illuminates the darkened skies. As any remaining light has long since faded from my eyes. For this is all I have thought of since my vision died.
The idea of sunsets forgotten. As if it had all been a lie. All for the duty of my government.
The same one that found it convenient to forget I'm alive. And all I can do is wonder what will happen in time. For when I feel the warmth...
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Atypical
Forever on the outside looking in. At places, I'll never be a part of. As if, I was born without skin.
For the blood that marks my hands. Is a testament to where I've been. And a ledger compiling all my sins.
I don't want to be normal in any way shape or form. All I want is a place that will keep me warm. Be in the arms of someone who will shelter me from the storms.
And let me live in peace even though I think beyond the norm.
For the blood that marks my hands. Is a testament to where I've been. And a ledger compiling all my sins.
I don't want to be normal in any way shape or form. All I want is a place that will keep me warm. Be in the arms of someone who will shelter me from the storms.
And let me live in peace even though I think beyond the norm.
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Turning Point
All we can do here is die. We can't hope to change the world. For those with the means will never let us try.
They made for too much money by polluting our skies. Gained their power by forcing us to give our lives. For god, country and to uphold their lies.
Getting stronger with every tear a grieving mother cries. Whenever a father says his final goodbyes. Because they refused to ask the question why?
Why are we allowing this world to be changed by those who don't have its best interest in mind? By politicians who will forever leave the common man behind....
They made for too much money by polluting our skies. Gained their power by forcing us to give our lives. For god, country and to uphold their lies.
Getting stronger with every tear a grieving mother cries. Whenever a father says his final goodbyes. Because they refused to ask the question why?
Why are we allowing this world to be changed by those who don't have its best interest in mind? By politicians who will forever leave the common man behind....
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