The cadets go marching one by one,
Hoorah, hoorah!
The cadets go marching one by one,
Hoorah, hoorah!
...
This place is my mind,
A prisoner, you are mine.
The gates are higher than you can see,
...
Mama, i'm coming home,
Your boy's alright.
My fears are gone,
I fought my fight.
...
I can't begin to explain,
Why I feel this way.
When I walk into a room,
I can't help but think of you.
...
I'm so broken,
Blood on the floor,
Hate so outspoken,
I can't take anymore.
...
I've trained my whole life,
I've had this one dream,
For my country, I fight,
My soul, to redeem.
...
Why don't you follow me,
Walk through the woods with me,
Frolic through fields of,
Poppies and lilies?
...
The Sun knows its days are numbered,
And life begins its cold, dry slumber,
But before the Earth dies in white,
The world is brilliantly bright.
...
Where do I stand,
If not on the ground?
Where do my feet land,
What Earth have they found?
...
Poison is your treat,
Sour but so sweet.
Flame that fires gold,
Burns but feels so cold.
...
What does it mean to be a tempest?
Is it about the rain, how it falls?
Or is it the paint, peeling off the walls?
...
The island still calls to me,
The coral reef and blazing Sun.
Of all the many lonely days,
I wish I had another one.
...
As the sky darkens,
They gather 'round,
Carrying tools,
To make sound.
...
He lurks in the shadows,
To never be heard,
His voice in the gallows,
He says not a word.
...
I don't write much. I'm mostly here for criticism on my work. I need to improve my writing skill, and get my thoughts and feelings down on paper.)
I Wanna Write You
I wanna write you,
A poem,
That is felt true,
And known.
One that is,
And always will be,
A kind of bliss,
To you and me.
One to make,
In a good way,
Your heart ache,
Your mind sway.
One that could,
Without any doubt,
Make you feel good,
All throughout.
One that will,
Brighten your day,
On the darkest hill,
In the best way.
One to speak,
And sing to your ears,
And make you weak,
In your strongest years.
One by the fire,
Played with love,
Upon the lyre,
Pure as a dove.
One with heart,
And full of wonder,
A perfect art,
Without a blunder.
One we'll call,
And call again,
Down the hall,
To calm the din.
But,
I'm not a poet,
So i'll strut,
And you'll not know it.
I think you are a great writer, keep at it.(: