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king of the hill

13:27 Jan 17 2010
Times Read: 557


random flecks of dried blood sitting on the sill

looking out the windshield from the bottom of the hill

lifes blood flows free

front end wrapped round a tree



the car hugs the tree stuck fast and cant be freed

flames dance out the back

the tank explodes with a crack



blood mixed with tears blind my eyes

i am alive and a bit more wise

my brothers laugh and say suck shit

oh man mom is gunna have a fit



father lays on the table tubes stick out all around

the second of impact he dies

he feels his son depart

father lives with broken heart

sons still here but grown apart



pain and blood he spills again

trying to make amends

father loves and forgives

son can not forget

fourth car he has killed

17 and has no skills



gets another and tries again

to live up to his father the king of the hill



30 now and going strong

father is not as strong

son knows he must step up

mothers ill but wont give up



son tries to appoligize

father says no more lies

son gave up all the bad

father cant see how hard it is

to be forced to live as he sees fit



the king of the hill does not exist

cant face life with a closed fist

fight for love and do not hate

do not discriminate



truth love honour justice

who are we without these

to live love and embrace

no mater gender nor race





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xXwolveneyesXx
xXwolveneyesXx
11:41 Feb 17 2012

this was written after i hit a tree head on at 140 kph not sure what that is in miles



at the time i hit the tree my father was on the operating table he died but was brought back at exactly the same time



i was 17





queenofchaos
queenofchaos
11:48 Feb 17 2012

Wow..



You're deep, my friend.





 

broken heart

03:45 Jan 05 2010
Times Read: 580


cross the sky pon wings of silk

searching for the missing link

heart is home and home is in the heart

keep looking forgot where to start

my heart lays broken like my home





cross the fields and thru the tree's

cant fly no more crawl upon my knees

see a clearing up a head

try to avoid this my death bed

fall down asleep and alone

trying to find my home



slowly hearts will heal

then i cant stop pretending not to feel

life is good if you live for the now

rise up covered in mud like a brood sow

fight my way clear

shed a single tear



all is found all is fine

now i have nothing but time

heal up my broken heart

i remembered where i have to start


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LoneWolfling
LoneWolfling
03:49 Jan 05 2010

this is good I like it ^^





charlena
charlena
12:47 Jan 13 2010

i love it





Abbygirl
Abbygirl
04:18 Feb 21 2012

this is nice my friend...i can relate, makes me think of how i feel, looking for a place where i belong and feel at home.








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