Submissions by buddydog
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
What Is Love
Is it the sacrifice of motherhood
Is it something we say
Is it a feeling we misunderstood
Is it someone we can’t live without
Is it desire or passion
Is it trust or doubt
Is it emotional or a mental state
Is it a hand nailed to a cross
Or is it the reason why we hate
Is it something we say
Is it a feeling we misunderstood
Is it someone we can’t live without
Is it desire or passion
Is it trust or doubt
Is it emotional or a mental state
Is it a hand nailed to a cross
Or is it the reason why we hate
#love
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Red Skies
As we travel across this ocean of life
We shared all the red skies at night
It wasn’t the love, but the way we unite
Sometimes we drifted off course
With red skies in the morning
We held on until a new day dawning
This friendship sailed with sails tattered and worn
It wasn’t the wind, but the faithful oar
Hand in hand we walk upon the shore
We shared all the red skies at night
It wasn’t the love, but the way we unite
Sometimes we drifted off course
With red skies in the morning
We held on until a new day dawning
This friendship sailed with sails tattered and worn
It wasn’t the wind, but the faithful oar
Hand in hand we walk upon the shore
#BestFriend
#friendship
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I Stand
I stand where the ocean meets the sand
As I cry one foot is wet the other is dry
My Heart is in the middle my soul tears me apart
A sunrise is filled with the warmth of your eyes
A sunset is filled with darkness and regrets
If I disappear the truth will become clear
If I stand tall there’s no evidence of the fall
I can no longer live my mind cannot forgive
Do I let go or surrender to the ebb and flow
I stand where the ocean meets the sand
As I cry one foot is wet the other is dry
My Heart is in the middle my soul tears me apart
A sunrise is filled with the warmth of your eyes
A sunset is filled with darkness and regrets
If I disappear the truth will become clear
If I stand tall there’s no evidence of the fall
I can no longer live my mind cannot forgive
Do I let go or surrender to the ebb and flow
I stand where the ocean meets the sand
#hate
#forgiveness
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Pocket Watches, Knives and Belt Buckles
The older I get the less I place a value on wealth. It’s seems that the things I once considered valuable doesn’t really seem valuable anymore. However the sentimental value of things can bring more satisfaction and comfort than all the money in the world.
I have an old pocket watch that my grandfather gave me when I was 10 years old. I carry this watch still today. The watch hasn’t ran for the past 50 years. At the end of each day as I pull the watch from a pair of faded Levi’s, it still keeps time. A time of memories with my grandfather and life on his farm. These childhood...
I have an old pocket watch that my grandfather gave me when I was 10 years old. I carry this watch still today. The watch hasn’t ran for the past 50 years. At the end of each day as I pull the watch from a pair of faded Levi’s, it still keeps time. A time of memories with my grandfather and life on his farm. These childhood...
#memories
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Sometimes
Life here on a farm isn’t always what it seems
Especially when your silo is full of broken dreams
I walk down one row and back up again
Like a arrow on a bow with seeds I sow
I talk to a scarecrow with a tears in his eye
The birds gather all around and never seem to fly
Sometimes... I always never understand
Sometimes... I can relate
She walks through the pumpkins and calls herself baby girl
Says she’s a daddy’s girl and she was her mama’s pearl
Talks to voices that echoes from a field of stone ...
Especially when your silo is full of broken dreams
I walk down one row and back up again
Like a arrow on a bow with seeds I sow
I talk to a scarecrow with a tears in his eye
The birds gather all around and never seem to fly
Sometimes... I always never understand
Sometimes... I can relate
She walks through the pumpkins and calls herself baby girl
Says she’s a daddy’s girl and she was her mama’s pearl
Talks to voices that echoes from a field of stone ...
#passion
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Honeysuckles
A red bird was singing a familiar song
Outside my window a began to sing along
Felt the warmth of the summers day
I escaped to a place and it took me away
A peaceful feeling was more that a disguise
The sky was blue as a closed my eyes
It was more than a high as I looked to the sun
Felt the passion as all the colors came undone
As a warm breeze softly began to blow
I broke the chains and let my spirit go
I walked where the tide meets the sand
Honeysuckles in your hair and a promise in your hand
Outside my window a began to sing along
Felt the warmth of the summers day
I escaped to a place and it took me away
A peaceful feeling was more that a disguise
The sky was blue as a closed my eyes
It was more than a high as I looked to the sun
Felt the passion as all the colors came undone
As a warm breeze softly began to blow
I broke the chains and let my spirit go
I walked where the tide meets the sand
Honeysuckles in your hair and a promise in your hand
#escape
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I Never Said Goodbye
Even though I never said goodbye
I guess you took it that way
You’re like all the dreams that we shared
You mysteriously faded away
I hope your smile and the passion in your love
Is still one in the same
Now your love is something
I didn’t wanna to lose
I understand that it’s a hard choice to make
Your love was magical I can’t seem to let go
I hope your old man feels the same...
So long as there’s no one to blame.
Memories are souvenirs that’s always there
Lost between midnight and a morning star
Like the...
I guess you took it that way
You’re like all the dreams that we shared
You mysteriously faded away
I hope your smile and the passion in your love
Is still one in the same
Now your love is something
I didn’t wanna to lose
I understand that it’s a hard choice to make
Your love was magical I can’t seem to let go
I hope your old man feels the same...
So long as there’s no one to blame.
Memories are souvenirs that’s always there
Lost between midnight and a morning star
Like the...
#heartbroken
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Set Me Free
Depression can take you
Farther than those stones
It’s the emptiness of it all
Laying here in this field alone
Feathers that you left behind
I keep for wings of my own
Until I find the courage to fly
I hear the September wind
Blowing gently in my mind
Like reruns of you and me
Just kids lost along the way
I find comfort in them all
But they won’t set me free
Set me free
It’s more than the chain I bear
I wear this cross around my neck
Not a souvenir for the world to see
A reminder so the angels...
Farther than those stones
It’s the emptiness of it all
Laying here in this field alone
Feathers that you left behind
I keep for wings of my own
Until I find the courage to fly
I hear the September wind
Blowing gently in my mind
Like reruns of you and me
Just kids lost along the way
I find comfort in them all
But they won’t set me free
Set me free
It’s more than the chain I bear
I wear this cross around my neck
Not a souvenir for the world to see
A reminder so the angels...
#heartbroken
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Back Then
What day was it Back then
Was it all in a summer’s day
Your body was next to mine
Your ear against my heart beating away
Please tell me it was more than a gesture
Two pinkies interlocking holding tight
I never really wanted to let go
Your not here to kiss goodnight
I miss that old farm and softness of your face
If I could just go back for awhile
I hope you’re something time doesn’t erase
Was it all in a summer’s day
Your body was next to mine
Your ear against my heart beating away
Please tell me it was more than a gesture
Two pinkies interlocking holding tight
I never really wanted to let go
Your not here to kiss goodnight
I miss that old farm and softness of your face
If I could just go back for awhile
I hope you’re something time doesn’t erase
#FeelingLost
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Greater Height
All lives matter was coined
By the blood he shed
Unlike the human skin
Our destiny is written in red
We all share the same in desire
Race and culture we defend
Not with love scribed by a pen
With the sword of a political tend
Our children are our future
Their creation shouldn’t be temporary
If they never see the light of day
Our existence will surely miscarry
We’re all special within a voice of a dream
Red, Yellow, Brown, Black and White
To persevere the unborn heartbeat
With stone from...
By the blood he shed
Unlike the human skin
Our destiny is written in red
We all share the same in desire
Race and culture we defend
Not with love scribed by a pen
With the sword of a political tend
Our children are our future
Their creation shouldn’t be temporary
If they never see the light of day
Our existence will surely miscarry
We’re all special within a voice of a dream
Red, Yellow, Brown, Black and White
To persevere the unborn heartbeat
With stone from...
#love
#respect
#responsibility
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September
A small white cake
A candle with a flame
I gently blow it out
My wish is always the same
As the clouds drift away
The stars ask do I remember
I wait for the sunrise
With the song of September
I miss all things we shared
All the things we never got to say
You’re always in my thoughts
Please forgive me... I just remember today
A candle with a flame
I gently blow it out
My wish is always the same
As the clouds drift away
The stars ask do I remember
I wait for the sunrise
With the song of September
I miss all things we shared
All the things we never got to say
You’re always in my thoughts
Please forgive me... I just remember today
#memories
#IMissYou
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A Flower In A Lapel
People are living in fear
Laid-off from a crisis they say
Terror in the streets, just outside their door
Some may think the end is near
Propaganda is all the news
Those who are right are wrong
Those who are wrong are right
Don’t judge until you walked in their shoes
A positive test can be such a task
Fourteen days in the hole
Locked in a political prison
With nothing but just a masque
Teachers no longer inspire or pray
A hand over heart is a penalty in the game
Systemic racism is just the walking dead ...
Laid-off from a crisis they say
Terror in the streets, just outside their door
Some may think the end is near
Propaganda is all the news
Those who are right are wrong
Those who are wrong are right
Don’t judge until you walked in their shoes
A positive test can be such a task
Fourteen days in the hole
Locked in a political prison
With nothing but just a masque
Teachers no longer inspire or pray
A hand over heart is a penalty in the game
Systemic racism is just the walking dead ...
#LifeStruggles
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