CaptainWolfO-6

A child places a blanket over their head when they're sad or upset to block out all their worries and problems. Not unlike the way a baby clinches its fist because it wants to hold everything, but cries as an end result because it is too overwhelmed by the things unfamiliar to it. Right now I feel like a child, wishing for nothing more but to place a blanket over my head and let its warmth comfort me. To shield out all the things that bring me what I can only explain as extremely mild depression. What a Fool I am for wishing such a fairytale. Because there is no blanket to be my shield, nor a knight in shining armor to protect me with their

This is something I've wanted for a while now, and I'll fight till I'm red in the face to get it, because the only way you'll stop me is to lodge a bullet in this raging heart of mine. If you try and don't succeed, just know I'll be laying behind an M82 ready to take you out.            YOU CANNOT DESTROY ME.

I want, I wish... I so desperately want this to come from the heart. I just want to spill all my emotion in this page, and let it out. I want you, the reader, to feel the sorrow that is poring from my weary heart.   I want you to feel the burning pain of the unshed tears that I've kept in for so, so long. I want to write from the heart. I want to let it all out. I want- I wish to be FREE.

The last breathes The sound of destruction all around us. Me and my buddy. I never thought it would come to this. But oh how I was wrong. The sound of an explosion found its way to my ears one second to late. And I found me and my buddy lying on the blood soaked ground. Face to face. How could there possibly be that much blood. It was as if it was coming from the ground itself. I looked up and found my buddy looking at me. And I closed my eyes. Afraid of seeing how close he was to death. I felt his hand on my head and I opened my eyes to see the most beautiful thing. He was smiling. He was holding me slowly dying. Lying with me whil

This is about the last breaths of a WWI or WWII soldier. I had a very vivid dream about this and I still can't put it in words. Hope you enjoy.

Dear Life,                     I just want you to know that you have proven to be a worthy opponent. In fact you are so worthy that you are overly qualified to beat me 10 times harder than any solider in any military in the world and then some. You have made it impossible to beat you, tame you, and even know what your next move is. Why?  Because you my dear friend are like the wind. Always. Always. Always. Changing. Never will I know you're next move or strike or little game of make it or break. But Life, my dear friend, Life. You have seemed to forget..... I'm not done yet.