Caboose2343

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from heavan's gates and hells' fire

    • Caboose2343

      Story

      4 years ago

      Yesterday night, 
      My phone rang "1 new message from Adam" it was his sister that texted me saying how her brother was killed in Iraq by an IED. The message was vague but I was able paint the scene in my mind, him smiling while riding shotgun in the humvee laughing joking with his buddies, and then suddenly being blown to utter shit. Metal morphing with blood and guts, all of most dead in a fucking desert in a place where they have been fighting over the idea of a god. Blood now had stained the sand that his body lies motionless on. I asked his sister if he died instantly. She called me as my phone rang "desperate times by killswitch engage" I answered she said "no" softly on the other end. My heart implodes my stomach collapses. I told her I was sorry for Adam.  She bung up. I proceeded to picture him in pieces bleeding out as the medical term is described, the process of which the body looses to much blood and can't keep the oxygen to vital organs, usually when this occurs the body is cold because all of the blood loss is also heat. In my mind I saw him, covered in red, trying to put himself back together, I imagine the shrapnel tore his body cleanly in several pieces. I went and I drank, I drank until I vomitted and I drank in the shower too. I exit I, wash my hands I saw the soap and the water as blood on my hands. Not just any blood his blood. As if I was trying to put him back together.

    • Caboose2343

      Story

      4 years ago

      I remember
      I remember it
      It was in winter, the month I received the text from you, saying how terrible your life was and how you needed someone back in your life. You wanted me. We began growing as friends and that's all. And I liked you, I was attracted, I kinda loved you, I loved you, who am I kidding I fell for you. The day you randomly kissed me my heart dropped, I thought I died, the happiness in me seeping through as every smile that was expressed from me brought light to a dim room, every heart beat was a cry out for you, every breath was disappointment from not seeing you, every inhale was an attempt to tell my feelings for you but I could not hold the air to tell you how much I loved you in a lifetime of me talking.

      I remember, I remember what I wore the day you invited me over, volcom t shirt with the cyan symbol, worn out jeans, a usmc hat covered in dirt from it's uses, and a belt rigged with black and blood red studs around my waist. That thirty minute drive to your house. Was anticipation after anticipation, I pulled up to your drive way, your house. I knocked 4 times precisely. You answered in a serene voice "Anthony" following by a smile of joy. As I returned the same similar widen facial gesture. Follow me, as you led me into her upstairs room I looked at your striped t shirt purple and white and jeans that look beautiful on you, you led me up and waited on the bed for me, my heart pounded as I sat on your bed. "come here sunshine" you said smiling with a intended look in your eyes. I followed as you pulled my lips into yours as a fatal car accident, our lips morphing together as twisted metal would from the velocity of the two cars becoming one. You smiled "hey" and moved. Positioning yourself on top of me, I'm so weak for your smiles, crippling my reason, my thoughts I don't fight back. You proceed to touch me touch my upper body while smiling, asking about the scars on me, I told you the story of each one. Your hands made their ways like lost tourist looking for a scenic route to paradise. Your hands went lower and lower, near my stuff. "you shave!" with a surprised look on her face. Duh doesn't everyone? Laughing, she says "well I do, but I wanna see more of you" as she looks down. I swallowed bricks. Okay I say just for you. You proceeded to strip me, gazing upon my body leaving my shirt because you already know what lies behind my white cyan volcom shirt. I proceeded to strip you, leaving your shirt because it didn't matter what I saw as long as I was seeing your eyes and your smile that gives me power, lighting my heart like a bulb, attracting other insects to this bright soul, but this soul only wants one beautiful butterfly. You. We made love, and when we were done, we lied down with your head upon my chest. Resting. Moment followed second as second followed minutes and so on and I had to depart. I said I love you. As you responded "I love you too Anthony" I left kissing your soft lips and a strong firm hug proceeded.

      We didn't talk much, it was on and off as a switch, the bulb inside me became dim, worrying about you. You texted me after school. It said "don't leave school I'm coming" I replied back schools over silly. No normal smiling laughing response followed. Just the silence of a phone with no new messages. I met you in the court yard, you were high on pills. And stumbled toward me, I caught you before you fell. In my arms I sat you down as you said "I'm leaving, but we'll keep in touch, I'll call you and you'll find me" she said with a promising voice. We have just lost cabin pressure. I said where! Where are you moving to? "Oregon" and began to stumble as you did when you arrived saying, "my moms here I have to go" wait I said but you were already gone.

      11 months,1 week, 4 days later I'm sitting in my bathroom writing this, with a dark lightbulb in my body, as bright as broken light fixtures. Not knowing what do believe anymore. Since you, Taylor Emma Farris have been gone I've searched for you and came up empty handed. My capacity of hope for finding my heart that you still partly posses is dwindling. Since you been gone my body has become an ashtray, cutting bored, a medicine cabinet and a dark tavern filled with lost souls. But I smile saying " perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember." 

      Yes I certainly remember it in vivid detail.
      -written by Anthony gabriel

    • Caboose2343

      old poem

      6 years ago

      So as I look at the dark night sky,
      I gaze upon clouds that pass me by.

      Black smoke fills the air that was once clear.
      Causes my eyes to water and forces out a tear.

      Bodies cover the land.
      I feel sick, for it's a sight hard to stand.

      This war is a true hell.
      And the thought of me making back...well it isn't looking to well.

      I get on my knees to pray.
      As I do every other day.

      Please watch over me lord.
      for I choose to live by the sword.

    • Caboose2343

      Recommendations

      6 years ago

      Can anyone reccomend a good hand gun or pistol that is affordable?

    • Caboose2343

      Mhm Skin cancer?

      6 years ago

      How many times does it take to get skin cancer after being sunburned

    • Caboose2343

      What

      6 years ago

      What limits you from being a marine or a fire fighter?

    • Caboose2343

      Hair

      6 years ago

      Im getting a mohawk soon and was wondering what color I should dye it.

      Please dont be a dick, be serious and honest.

      Thanks

    • Caboose2343

      WAR

      6 years ago

      So as I look at the dark night sky,
      I gaze upon clouds that pass me by.

      Black smoke fills the air that was once clear.
      Causes my eyes to water and forces out a tear.

      Bodies cover the land.
      I feel sick, for it's a sight hard to stand.

      This war is a true hell.
      And the thought of me making back...well it isn't looking to well.

      I get on my knees to pray.
      As I do every other day.

      Please watch over me lord.
      for I choose to live by the sword.

      By: Anthony G.
      OR caboose2343

    • Caboose2343

      Songs

      7 years ago

      So I like these songs. I think you would too.

      1. Overkill (acoustic version) by Colin Hay

      2. Section 9 by the polyphonic spree

      3. In the sun by joseph Arthur

      4. More than a feeling by boston

      5. Island in the sun by weezer

  • About Me

    I support Our troops
    SEMPER FIDELIS

    Im going to enlist into the marines after highschool or go to westpoint, or be a fire fighter.

    I write many many good poems, some to be okay, and some that are consider my best work. I write all the stuff from my head, all from me.

    . My words, My Ideas, My choices

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  • Comments (1363)

    • Davin_Jade

      Davin_Jade

      5 years ago

      Good luck if you enlist, Semper Fi

    • MJOLNIRarmor

      MJOLNIRarmor

      6 years ago

      Hey man how you doin? When are you enlisting? And what MOS are you going to go for?

    • Ghost_Nova

      Ghost_Nova

      6 years ago

      Holy shit dude....You were born on the day I was shipped off to Operation Desert Shield....Shit now I feel old....

    • bmaus

      bmaus

      6 years ago

      for some reason that doesnt suprise me lol

    • NovaN75

      NovaN75

      6 years ago

      what's your number? I lost my phone a while back but I got a new one. The number is the same.

    • Gofenstien

      Gofenstien

      6 years ago

      oh, that makes more sense to me, sorry

    • Gofenstien

      Gofenstien

      6 years ago

      ugh, im not sure what that means

    • NovaN75

      NovaN75

      6 years ago

      On what?

    • NovaN75

      NovaN75

      6 years ago

      I have the red rings of death so I won't be on in a while.

    • bmaus

      bmaus

      6 years ago

      so how was the "achievement"