Poem of the day

[Trent]

You and I, we may look the same
But we are very far apart
There's bullet-holes where my compassion used to be
And there is violence in my heart

Into fire you can send us
From the fire we return
You can label us a consequence
Of how much you have to learn

You can try but you'll never understand
This is something you will never understand
Can you hear it now?
Hear it coming now
Can you hear it now?

On hands and knees
We crawl
You cannot stop us all

Our bones, our skin
We will not let you win

You have set something in motion
Much greater than you've ever known
Standing there in all your grand naivety
About to reap what you have sown

Time will feed upon your weaknesses
And soon you'll lose the will to care
When you return to the place that you call home
We will be there, we will be there

On hands and knees
We crawl
You cannot stop us all
Our blood will stay
We will not go away

On hands and knees
We crawl
You can not stop us all
Our blood our ways
Will never leave this place

We crawl
We crawl
We crawl
We crawl

[jukebox14]

interesting...

[Trent]

watch the sun,
as it crawls across a final time
and it feels like,
like it was a friend.
it is watching us,
and the world we set on fire
do you wonder,
if it feels the same?

and the sky is filled with light
can you see it?
all the black is really white
if you believe it
as your time is running out
let me take away your doubt
you can find a better a place
in this twilight

dust to dust,
ashes in your hair remind me
what it feels like
and I won't feel again
night descends
could I have been a better person
if I could only do it all again

and the sky is filled with light
can you see it?
all the black is really white
if you believe it
and the longing that you feel
you know none of this real
you will find a better a place
in this twilight

[biome22]

these are very depressing poems. Kind of stupid too.

[Trent]

www.anotherversionofthetruth.com
There's more to it than you think...

I should have listened to her
So hard to keep control
We kept on eating but
Our bloated belly's still not full
She gave us all she had but
We went and took some more
Can't seem to shut her legs
Our mother nature is a SAINT

I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence
In hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism

Hypnotic sound of sirens
Echoing through the street
The cocking of the rifles
The marching of the feet
You see your world on fire
Don't try to act surprised
We did just what you told us
Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies


All bruised and broken, bleeding
She asked to take my hand
I turned, just keep on walking
But you'd do the same thing in the circumstance
I'm sure you'll understand

[stafalcon4show]

i wrote this for the St. Thomas basketball team the day before the state championship (which they won, beat madison 70-73, play w/ more heart than any team in the state, Madison had 3 19 year olds, and 5 18 year olds, STA had 1 18 year old, it was an awesome game, but anyways this is the poem:
“The Game”

The game is Saturday, in the Cajun Dome,
Our basketball team is going to bring it home.

Almost Saturday, can not wait;
The Madison Jaguars are Falcon bait.

State Finals, Top 28;
One more game and we’ll win state.

This basketball season, sure has been fun;
Let’s prove to the state, we’re # 1.

We’ll play our game; we’ll do our thing;
One way or another, we’ll get that state ring.

Making history, game by game;
Coach Gauff, equals Hall of Fame.

Fighting hard is how we play,
That’s “The Game”, we’re STA.