Das-Matt

Normandy, France     The boats move briskly toward the beach; tearing through the water's surface. I'm scared - we all are. You can see the fear in our eyes, and hear it on our breaths. The mere though of being cast into the black abyss that is death is enough to bend even the strongest nerves of steel. Some pray to their gods, and others sit and quietly contemplate what could very well be their final hour among the living. The air is cold; the water is cold; the metal seats in the boats are cold; and of course, we are cold. Mother Nature's cruelty is only a minor distraction from our objective of securing Normandy.     I can already see

Trapped behind these thickened walls, By the men with thickened skulls. Trying not to lose my mind, To the evil of mankind. Nazi guards keep us in line, Beating us from time to time. Beat the weak and burn the dead, Fill us up with white-hot lead. Shoot the young and gas the old, Make us work in bitter cold. Work us all like we are slaves, work us all into our graves. Shocking fences, tower guards, Riflemen every ten yards. Every day is filled with strife, I cannot enjoy the rest of my life. Left our clothes beside the train, Begin anew, a life of pain. Mark a number on my arm, I really hope you mean no harm. Showers of de

a poem i promised you so write one i shall a poem with heart for a pretty young gal a bit too cliche? maybe, but still i've kept it locked up now tell you, i will it shouldn't be held especially from you my feelings of amore are most definitely true maybe these words are somewhat exaggerated but the initial feeling is not in the slightest, fabricated ever since the day, that i had first met you i knew into my heart i would eventually let you a bit strange, i know but that's how i work at least i'm not just another cold-hearted jerk i've lost sleep over this i cant discern wrong from right that being said, are you fr