Maps

My heart is the only thing that keeps on rooting for me 

The one thing that try's to not hold me back from my future plans

It's a map that can be crossed and be lead in any direction 

Blood tears with dirt

Left right left right we fight

For the writers lovers and the ones who have already passed

We breath so others can breath more

With our muddy boots and wet socks 

Straight lines we march non stop

Shoulders high with pride

Our lives are not to hide

But to fight

Fight those who have the nerve

Nerve to die for there country 

Short quick you breath 

Deciphering ever step

Ever bomb that awaits closer to death

But you continue on losing yourself in auto mode

Friends collapsing in your arms and tears of blood are shed

But you just got get up and keep on moving 

When you finally go home you have night terrors and your family cries for you

You yell "don't die hold on! Think of all the good things you'll leave"

When you come back to yourself, your holding your crying son.

But they know there's nothing they can do for except pray in hope.

Then you have to leave to war once again

And this time you cry twice as hard

And hope you take more steps then the last

Raised by WOLVES

Running barefoot long and far my feet grow old with one inch calluses 

Unleashed out of my cage

Free with glee 

No leash can stop me

I can smell the the trees sprouting

Really I can only see in the dark

High up on a ledge I sit

Howling at the moon

Making marks of this is my territory 

Hair blowing past me with some strays

White faced with rage

I jump into the sky 

Claws stretched ready to clench down

Gravity centers lost

I catch this prey that's under my nose

Show them it's time to die

Gnawing the pain I painted away 

Not everyone can rule the world

Now I hide cause my guilty pleasure won't stop raging out 

I was trained and unbehaved 

My pack took count on each of my preys 

I received very little of my effort

My coats thin but not dry 

My grudges are still there but not as gnarly 

I live for survival not necessarily life in general 

Nature of da leprechauns

What if we were all leprechauns 

We would drink exuberantly 

Fill our socks and pots with many gold

We would skip rocks cause we're lucky

Fill our garden with four leaf clovers 

We would dodge every trap on March the 17th

Fill our house with mushrooms and green top hats

We would have to comb our red beards

Fill our hearts with waterfalls 

We skip Marley  all along the day 

Fill our minds with absolutely nothing 

We would win some and lose some

Oh joy oh joy it would be I can see it now

We could be hobbits but our feet would be overly large

Plus you wouldn't have no Irish accent 

Tourist attraction

I rode on a tourist attraction 

It was fun but dumb cause I knew it wouldn't last

The ride was short, I had to get off cause the ride thought I couldn't handle what would happen next

I didn't look back not once or twice, not giving in to the thrill of kicking off another rider

But ride you said you wanted me but I couldn't pay the price

The ride could not control or change itself for me

It's bolted to the pavement and can't be moved its already been created 

But the ride will be ok cause other people will get back on 

The ride will keep on going how it always has amused and free

Addicted to a thrill I can't provide

I'll probably still remember the ride and want to get back on, but I can't because there are other people on the ride and that's why I left

But it's fine you go your way and I'll go mine

Dear brother I'm sorry for your death

Death is an interpretation of loss.

In this case you lost life

Lost the only thing you really loved in life

I tried being there for you, but in reality no one could be there for you except her

You guys were my definition of love

Love I'd never had

Love that movies discontinued 

Your love story's worse then the notebook 

It lasted two years

Your love was long happy and sad all at the same time

You went over to her house every day

You cleaned there house top to bottom so her mom would like you, but her mom was using you

Knowing you guys can't and wouldn't last, she wanted it to end all along 

You called her mom Hitler 

Maybe cause she destroyed and happiness the could happen

You loved her so much 

You loved that she didn't wear makeup or try to calm her natural curly hair

You guys had a journal you passed back in forth cause you couldn't see each other anymore 

You had a mailbox hidden in the woods that you would leave notes for each other 

This was a hidden love, full of lies so it could keep beating

Beat the hell out of each other cause you could only me in secret 

Secret hand holds and hugs, no kisses cause that would cause her death 

You told me you didn't want her to want you more than she already does cause that would kill her and you cause she would be dead

This probably doesn't make sense

We had late night talks on how she gave you a letter that day and how she loved your last blog post, she always wrote in cursive 

You skipped classes just so you could be together 

Talk to each other or even smile at one another 

Cause to every one else you weren't lovers or friends anymore 

Then a before she went of to choir tour the night of Valentine's Day

You kissed her face you kissed her lips

Even though it was wrong you couldn't hold it back any longer

She left and she kissed her neighborhood boy

And your heart literally cracked in half 

I heard you cry ever night when I would almost knock on your door but my hand would drop I didn't know boys could cry

All this love could've been a lie or her death of not being able to love you

Yes brother I do feel for you

Ever sense you lost her you haven't been the same

Your a brave solider in a war zone that you can't stop

I watched as you gathered her gifts and notes and boxed them up and tapped it shut 

Hoping you could forget her soon

But I knew that couldn't happen cause this is a severe death

A wound that won't stay shut

Your on a mission now a mission that will show you a new life

I'm proud of you death is hard

I hope I don't suffer a hard death 

Love is death 

Crowd my kitchen

You could see her white hair a mile a way that's how good it was. You would smell her cooking half a mile away. If you could even see her you would feel her love. She smiles God to you, she speaks like a wise men. Old so old she taught so many of her life lessons.  Now shes gone long gone and now you won't meet her here. She's up there up were they need her more. Reunited with her love lost years ago. So many things I'm missing.. She knew comfort, love, Hope.  Come Crowd my kitchen, crowd my kitchen...

but all of you would not fit in it.