You was born an angel

A mothers love is like no other

You was born into this world an angel

You may not have been with us for long

But doesn’t make our love any less strong

You took my breath away in the best way possible

You are my fallen angel, taken to heaven.

The power of life is so mysterious.

Your heart may have stopped

But your soul never did

Your spirit is with me

My heart beats for us both,

You are always with me as I breathe

You was born an angel my little dove

Always and forever its you i love

This is about still born, i wrote this poem for a friend. I hope you enjoy

The suicide note

To whom it may concern, i’m writing today to tell you i cant fight no more. The war has been won and not by me. My head was driving me to insanity, i don’t regret anything i done as it shaped she man i am today. I don’t regret the choices i made as i fell in love and it was amazing. But when your mind is hazy you start to go a bit crazy. I just wish j was a better human, boyfriend, parents, brother, nephew and son to those i cared for. I made everyone hate me and that wasn’t right. My head took over and I couldn’t controller but it is what it is. So I’ve put in a lot of consideration and i’m sorry. I’m sorry for what i become towards the end. I just wish we could have worked things out but it wasn’t meant to be so instead of living in doubt and misery i’ve decided to descend to hell. But not all in vain and i wish you well. This will be the last thing i will ever send out. It was all my pleasure. You were my treasure. Please don’t miss me. I gotta go now, i gotta take my trip to the gates. I love you, dont be sad. This was the best life i could have ever had. We’ll see each other again, when the light gets bright. And your body goes cold. I’m sincerely sorry.

Yours sincerely

The devil

We are taught to fear the devil

We are taught to cower

The bible says the devil is a bad man

Little do we know the real meaning to lucifer

Means… morning star

We aren’t taught that he was god’s favourite son

But is he any different than you and i?

Is the really as bad as what your faith tells you.

None of us are truly good

We are all evil in some ones story.

Why not make it your own

Death

Do not fear the inevitable

It will happen to us

Dont be scared of death

Treat it like your friend

It will be your greatest

You will be at peace

Time is on yours to muster

You have nothing to fear

You will become immortal

Be at peace

The reason you fear death

Is because you’re scared to become a memory,

A fiction if imagination when some one closes their eyes

You are immortal

Who are you

Loss of breath,
Clinching, chest,
I remeber when you never take a rest,
You could out run me,
Without breaking a sweat,
Leaving me behind,
But still in your mind,

Your mind is leaving you,
But i still beleave in you,
You cant remember my name,
And that cause so much pain,

But I’am still here,
Fighting back the tears,
Holding your hand out of fear,

The look on your face says it all,
Dont bother to pop in,
Or call,
” i dont know who your are”
” I’am just an old freind,
Who never got tall “

Posted on behalf of Redwolf1920

Anxiety

When you wannaaaa sleeep but your minds all weak and insomnia kicking in and its be beginning of the week. Stressed to fuck your caffeine is steaminng in your mug. You just dont give a fuck cos you can roll on an hour. But the power you have is unlimited. Tripping and your mind goes missing. Did i reply to her did she reply to me. I dunno but im about to go sleep. No? Okay back on the grind. I dont know how to cope with this state of mine. My name is logan im a trojan when it comes to staying awake. I dont bake. But i take 30 selfies a day slaying zombies just pass the time away. Oh great

War

It was a cold September morning

We arose from our slumber

Feasting on our breakfast with our men

A king is ready for war

He was not here to take part

But he was here to take over

When one of us goes to war

We all go

As we picked up our armour

We brandished our weapons

We kissed our wives and children

Some of us may never come home.

But we stand in the courtyard of the castle

“Men, women. Some of you may never come home but you will always be a hero. When we stride to war. We cut off their heads. When we win we lay them to rest. For this is us”

The battle was long, the battle was hard.

The king won.

Freedom for now

Freedom forever.

Your king

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