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PTSD Awareness Day"I was a monster. The littlest of things would set me off. I was screaming, looking for a fight. There was so much rage inside of me. In the end, I guess I was mad at myself...for surviving."PTSD Awareness Day by tanikel
"I still hear the screams, I still smell the blood. I can still taste the dust on my lips. Every time I close my eyes, my heart leaps into my throat when I see that missing wall, the dust billowing out. I still feel my throat going raw as I scream for the two that we knew were underneath the rubble. I still feel his swollen, bloody hand in mine as he fights to live...."
Sometimes I hurt the ones that I love the most, even though they're the ones that I need the most...because there's so much pain and anger and hurt going on inside of my head and my heart that I just don't know what to do with it. I feel like there's no way to say that I'm sorry enough.
He tells me that I've s
Confession: The Other LoverMy heart is racing, my hands are shaking.Confession: The Other Lover by tanikel
Forgive me for this letter, love.
My heart is breaking.
This affair has been heavy on my heart.
You deserve this confession,
It's tearing me apart.
It's not you, it's me.
Isn't that how it always goes?
Lover, I hope you understand my plea.
We met some time ago
And I fell so damned hard.
I just...I felt that you should know.
She's the drug in my veins,
I can't get enough, I'm mad with desire;
It's time to break these chains.
I came home last night,
but I never really left her place.
Please lover, understand my plight.
The pull has become impossible to resist -
I have to go back, I NEED to go back;
I've fallen for this terrible tryst.
I've had my chance to roam,
But shes calling my name baby;
Its time to go home.
I have a lover on the side...
Her name is War,
My combat bride.
No More Than A Man"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." - John 15:13No More Than A Man by KahunaSniper
The order for war is broadcast across the communication lines, and a man answers the call. He gets his orders and a deployment date; one more night at home with his woman.
Their last night is as tender as their first together, making love slowly and romantically as a new Hell tears through the world. But, the dawn rises all too quickly for his woman and, like that, the man leaves for the front-lines.
Three months draw out clear battle-lines and the stalemate drags a city into the centerfold. The man right on the front, looking at a faded picture of the woman he left behind in safety's arms. He folds up that old picture as the lieutenant barks orders for the final push through the city.
Boots bloused and magazines laced with death, the man moves along the rubble-filled streets with his platoon in search of the enemy, rifle at the ready. Gunfire assaults his ears as his brothers-in-arm