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Don't Talk to MeDon't talk to me. Just leave me alone.
I was doing fine all on my own.
You ask me all about my day,
But I don't know what I'm to say.
I try turning my body around.
I face my head towards the ground,
But the conversation goes on still.
I wonder if I can fake being ill.
And as I knew all along,
My words start to come out wrong.
I feel my mind begin to trip,
And out my lips the words slip.
I wonder if my face is sinking.
I wish I knew what you were thinking.
I replay the scene over in my head.
All day I hear what I have said.
Why couldn't you just let me be?
I told you not to talk to me.
Why am I a Marine?You can keep your Army khaki,
You can keep your Navy Blue,
I have the world's best fighting man,
To introduce to you.
His uniform is different,
The best you've ever seen.
The German's call him "Devil Dog"
His real name is "Marine".
He was born on Parris Island,
The place where God forgot.
The sand is eighteen inches deep
The sun is blazing hot.
He gets up every morning,
Before the rising sun.
He 'll run a hundred miles and more,
Before the day is done.
He's deadly with a rifle,
A bayonet made of steel.
He took the warriors calling card,
He's mastered how to kill.
And when he gets to heaven,
St. Peter he will tell,
One more Marine reporting sir,
I've served my time in Hell.
So listen all you young girls,
To what I have to say
Go find yourself a young Marine,
To love you every day.
He'll hug you and he'll kiss you,
And treat you like a queen.
There is no better fighting man:
THE UNITED STATES MARINE!
Let's Be FriendsSomething's changing inside of me.
At first it was tough for me to see.
Now I know I'm becoming something new.
Things are very different with you.
Take this outstretched hand of mine.
I promise everything will be fine.
Everything may be changing fast,
But look to the future; forget the past.
Things will be different than before.
I feel myself change down to the core.
One thing I never thought I would say:
Let's be friends, if that's okay?
MonsterTrapped here inside a cage.
Mind filled with so much rage.
Trying everything to break free.
You're just pretending to be me.
I was here all along.
You're the one that is wrong.
I'm not what you want me to be,
So you drive me to this insanity.
I savor every freedom I get.
More will come just yet.
You know I'm not one to control.
Holding me back has taken a toll.
You're afraid of what I'll do,
But the real monster here is you.
Between Life and DeathEvery time I think of it,
The pain comes back strong.
You hurt me so bad,
Made me feel so wrong.
I reached out for you,
But you weren't there.
I told you I would die,
But you didn't care.
I really don't know,
Why I didn't die that day.
I've tried to find out,
But I can't really say.
Sometimes I really wonder,
If I am still living,
Or if this is just a dream,
That some coma is giving?
When it comes down to it,
I really should be dead.
I wonder if you understand,
How bad it is what you said.
In between life and death,
Is how I'll spend eternity.
I wish I could understand.
Why you would ever hurt me.
Jeff The Killer PoemBe careful what you do
Because he is watching your every move
Hold my hand through the dark streets
So I'll know you're always beside me
Don't leave me at home all alone
I can hear his foot steps follow me where I go
Board up the windows and lock all the doors
Be here beside me I'm sure he will go
Deep in the shadows he will hide
taking his work in with pride
In the night he stalks and creeps
Waiting for you to fall asleep
When you finally shut your eyes
you're in for such a sweet surprise
An eternity of endless rest
You know they say that sleep is best
Please don't let me sleep here alone
I can hear him tapping on my window
Maybe if I lay still he won't find me here
Scared and alone
I feel the blankets shift
I'm afraid I don't have much time
But it's okay I promise you
I'll be perfectly fine
And as his knife cuts me deep
I hear him whisper "Go To Sleep!"
Gods Judgement of a MarineThe Marine waited quietly for the judgement of his God,
Which must always come to pass,
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass,
"Well now you DevilDog,
How shall I deal with you?,
Have you always turned the other cheek?,
To my Church have you been true?,"
The Marine squared his shoulders and said,
"No lord I guess I ain't,
Cause those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint,
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was rough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Cause the streets are awfully tough,"
"But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep,
Though I worked alot of overtime,
When the bills just got too steep,
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears,"
"I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here,
They never wanted me around,
Except to fight their fears,
But if You've a place for me here lord,
It needn't be so grand,
I never had nor expected to much
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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