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Jellyfish Nov 2016
Pull me under
with you into the sea
hold me close as we sink,
and don't let go of me.
You're still my octopus.
I hope you know you're the one that I'll love always, there's nothing that could take away these feelings. The ones I've held inside my heart for you, for so long, and still am holding.
the air was thick and heavy
the sun was heating up the sky
And somewhere in the jungle
more men were gonna die

The streets were full of people
Feral dogs were running free
The haze was thick and murky
The sun you couldn't see

It's a Saigon Sunday Morning
Ten more men were going home
To  a flag tri-corner folded
And a marker of white stone

The men were all assembled
To load them up with care
It was a Saigon Sunday Morning
with ten men no longer there

The jungle was a minefield
The trees were blocking out the light
It was ***** trapped like crazy
And it seemed like it was night

A patrol went hunting "Charlie"
But, they were found out first
It only took twelve seconds
And it turned out for the worst

The city never noticed
The 'copters flying overhead
Whether bringing in supplies
Or taking out the dead

It was a Saigon Sunday Morning
It never changed one little bit
The air was always heavy
And the alleys smelled like ****

Back home the news delivered
The families destroyed
They were waiting for their loved ones
A short time were deployed

Ribbons tied around the Oak Tree
to support those coming back
On a Saigon Sunday Morning
With twenty bullets in their back

A transport with the bodies
Drops fifty more to play the game
It's a vicious, endless, circle
The procedure's all the same

It's a Saigon Sunday Morning
Ten more men were going home
To a flag tri-corner folded
And a marker of white stone
My feet are flat, my eyes are bad

It hurts for me to run

"you've checked out fine" the doctor said

"You're in the Army, son!"

It makes no sense

They can't be right

I've even brought a note

"Stop staring son, and shut your mouth"

"'before I cut your throat"!

"But, Captain....sir"

"I'm all 4F"

"There's no way you'll want me"

"Put your arm down, boy, stop salutin'"

"I'm a Sargeant, don't you see?"

"I'm an NCO, a working man"

"Not a pencil pushing geek"

"I own your life, you're mine now boy"

"You long haired, hippy freak"

"I've got ten weeks, to shape you up"

"I'll teach you how to fight"

"Now grab your gear and follow close"

"And don't lose my tail lights"

"Welcome to the forces folks,"

"Now repeat after me"

"I joined up of my own free will"

"I'm here voluntarily"

"Select your bunk and grab some sleep"

"Your new life starts at dawn

"Forget about the world you know"

"Now, all of that is gone."

I hit the bunk and closed my eyes

And was just falling asleep

When in the room I heard a noise

"Wake up, you  long haired creeps!"

I jumped on up, as did we all

Saluting was our mission

"Drop your arms you maggots..now"

and assume the position"

"Push-ups lads, that's how you'll grow

"to respect just why you're here"

"Right now, though I don't smell courage boys"

"Right now, I just smell fear"

It took us almost half the day

To do ten that were right

If this alone would do me in

I'd be dead before tonight.
Blue Angel Mar 2016
The judge's think of military brat as always rich, get what they want, and never get in trouble. In fact, that is all wrong, at least for me. I'm a marine corps family, so I can say that. I've been to 9 different schools and I've moved around 6 times. Yeah its fun, but you become strong, leaving behind the one's you love and at first it hurts but then you get used to it. Like numbness settling in and you forget what it feels like to have hurt. I guess that's why most people feel offended when I don't talk to them. Cant help it, I was born into a military family. Besides, Marine's are the best people.
what its like to live as a military brat
Whenever I'm in pain
I just whisper
"I'm a Marine I'm a Marine I'm a Marine"
Because Marines are the strongest
The first to fight
The few, the proud
I can't wait until I claim the title
And live up to my name
But before that, I believe
I am a Marine
And the pain always lessens
OO-RAH!!!
Jeffrey Oliviero Jan 2016
Sometimes the flashbacks
Can be picture perfect like a gallery
Every once in a while
I struggle with what life's like actually
As the memories resonate
Depression eventually catches me
It always baffled me
and still rattles me
Why did my best friend
have to be a casualty

I'm setting my GPS
as I pull down the street
For Arlington Cemetery
in Washington D.C.
Whenever I feel the need
I just sit there with him
No reason to speak
I let the ground beneath me
relieve some of the grief
Then just before I leave
I about face and say
You'll always be with me
Semper Fi my brother
Rest in peace Marine
Arjun Raj Jan 2016
Swipe in to enter
The machine said
And we did
we intend to do the same
on a daily basis,
Immerse ourselves into a fake promise called
Income, stability and a preconceived notion
called “life, the way it is”

For once the machine, couldn’t recognise
The faded lines on the thumb,

Walk away,
we walk away till we reach
the queen’s necklace
where it all began,
Dreams, hope and salvation.
The perfect place to revisit
Decisions, choices and the way forward
But we fail to look into any as we take a pause
From all that is normal.
To gaze at the surreal horizon
Ebbed in the promenade that is home to all of us.
“Swipe out to exit” Nobody says
As we dwell in the possibility of a better tomorrow
Cazador Jan 2016
Every morning i  wake up
Dawn my blouse
Boot band my trousers
grab my cover and storm out the door

Every day i train for an enemy that has not show his face or is already at my front door
Killing my brothers and sisters
Sometimes even the people I swore to protect


But not everyday do i go out and fire a round
or blow up a town square
But i am the villain
I am the bad guy who has the flag he wakes up and salutes
Stepped on and trashed for not things ive done but things of people of lesser degree

But my conviction stays sharp and my aim holds strong
even as i have lost my bestfriend and a father
Even as i cant start a new year with my family
or open presents with my sisters and brothers
I cant kiss my girl buy her a new dress to model for me but can watch videos of the people i protect walk on my flag and desecrate what i stand for.

But Hello to the bad guy
xXwallflower53Xx Nov 2015
I long for the moment
I see your face again,
and not in a picture
or a description,
but face to face.
For three months
we've written back and forth,
and every letter written in your handwriting
brought a smile to my face.
Even thinking back
to when you would protect me
I can't help but
smile like an idiot.
I miss you the way
a mother misses her child when they go off to college,
I miss you
and your witty remarks about
EVERYTHING!
But soon I can see you again,
soon I can hear your voice;
Soon we can feel each other's warmth again.
Soon I can tell you
"Welcome Home my Marine"
My best friend is coming home today! (or at least he should be) I am so excited that he can finally be with his family again and I can't wait to talk for hours with him.
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