into the war
i realized i had a lot less bullets
than those who prayed around me
too far for grenades
i'm in the trenches with text

the holes in these jeans do not represent fashion

so far removed from the comfortable place
the home i called home that feels like
a house without a fireplace gets cold
the bricks fade
the walls i needed
need being fluid

pour myself out and into people
i never give up on the fight
my gladiator mentality grew up
in a nightmare over night
the dirt splatters everywhere when i stay in one place
writing on small pieces of stationery to hopes & dreams

ventricles separated at seams

reckless my knees are exposed
showing the battlefield
i have more to live for than this blastsite

in camouflage i head back out to the jungle
away from the jungle

i take on the animals

my senses heigthen with the pain

11/06/2005

Author's Note: what do i really want afterall.

Posted on 11/07/2005
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