Levon Alldredge

Joined February 2021

14 stories

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I am a Veteran (USMC), a Psychology major, and a MASSIVE history nerd.

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Adulting
In a life without thrills, We work 'til it kills. Our modern frivolity, Is a lifetime of oddity, But we all gotta pay the bills.
By Levon Alldredge3 years ago in Poets
The "Change"
The smell of cooking bacon pried my eyes open. Dad must be cooking. Since we moved in with Dad, Mom doesnt cook bacon anymore. That suites me fine, as Dad always makes a floor piece and pets my back while I eat it.
By Levon Alldredge3 years ago in Fiction
Where Does the Pain Go?
Where does the pain go? When you cant stomach the rage, When you cant dispell the hate When ever cell screams for violent release
By Levon Alldredge3 years ago in Poets
What your "love" has done.
You tore apart my peace of mind, And I sacrificed it to enshrine, You in a shelter from the damage you inflicted, And you dare to call this “love”?
By Levon Alldredge3 years ago in Poets
Early Sobriety
Day 15 Today I crave so bad I can taste it. Today the idleness you’ve forced me into could become the weapon of my self destruction.
By Levon Alldredge3 years ago in Poets
Opporitunity
Luck is when preparation meets opportunity, And when that bastard never knocked I shouted at him through the window. Formed in a community,
By Levon Alldredge3 years ago in Poets
Slam Poem
If your God existed you wouldn’t Have the balls to call his name in bed Or shoot some poor kid in the head To pray to someone full of hate
By Levon Alldredge3 years ago in Poets
Matter of Perception
The difference between an addict and a patient is society's perception. A statement that provokes a mixed reception. But people who fall into that position,
By Levon Alldredge3 years ago in Poets
The Grinding Wheel
Trading in hours, Selling my time, My body, My mind, Bones for bread, On the endless grind. The tools work me,
By Levon Alldredge3 years ago in Poets
The Dying Man Drank Wine
The dying man across from me drank from his glass of wine, In haste to close our conversation, I pulled in deep from mine.
By Levon Alldredge3 years ago in Poets
Homecomming
When it comes to war as humans, It seems that we are drawn. For millions of causes,  For thousands of countries, For hundreds or years,
By Levon Alldredge3 years ago in Poets
Midnight Sky and a Talking Cat
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. But I don't think many people could see it the way I did. Walking home from the 7-11 that fateful autumn evenning, I didn't know it would be the night my life would change forever. I was fourteen. Listenning to my new favorite punk band: Whiskey Fairy and the Shot Glass serenade, while I sipped my purple Fanta Slurpee in the rain. I don't know why I looked up right then. I have thought about it countless times, and for the life of me, I couldn't possibly tell you.
By Levon Alldredge3 years ago in Fiction