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That feeling you get, that apathy and disillusionment?
When your face grows haggard and pale and lost,
Even children don’t know which way to turn,
It feels like you’re haunted, dogged by flames.
She wears a beautiful guise, fanning those flames,
Yet underneath is her evil, horns and twisted metal.
Simple joys like warm tea spreading its leaves,
Beautiful in a clear teapot then poured into green ceramic,
Or baby shoes, or the sight of a gliding swan,
Turn into ash and ruin, abandoned offices strewn with paper,
Schoolrooms neglected and destroyed, homes wrecked.
The land turns sere, sand and dust cover over it all.
Yet there are bastions of life, green sprinkled with pebbles,
An ocean lapping at a golden beach, a child playing in cotton fields.
Imagine your worries as pyramids, toss them away and leave the desert.
Find the tree who lights your inspiration, gather with those of like mind and heart,
Sometimes lost in buildings of green or wandering near windmils,
Let the dirt cover your knees as you are reborn and the sun gilds the rocks.
Those baby shoes are the symbol of the future and joy,
The tea of home and simple pleasures long denied.
Brush the dust off the glass bottles and pour out emotions.
Kill the demon of apathy, ignore her beauty and the flames
Let the haunted past slide from your pale features
And welcome the light and caring back into your heart.
When we all stand strong against the apathy,
Against the desire to just ignore the pain,
We grow and mature and nurture each other
Into the beings of light and hope we all can be.
Never let go of your sympathy and empathy
And fan the flames of passion not cowardice.
When your face grows haggard and pale and lost,
Even children don’t know which way to turn,
It feels like you’re haunted, dogged by flames.
She wears a beautiful guise, fanning those flames,
Yet underneath is her evil, horns and twisted metal.
Simple joys like warm tea spreading its leaves,
Beautiful in a clear teapot then poured into green ceramic,
Or baby shoes, or the sight of a gliding swan,
Turn into ash and ruin, abandoned offices strewn with paper,
Schoolrooms neglected and destroyed, homes wrecked.
The land turns sere, sand and dust cover over it all.
Yet there are bastions of life, green sprinkled with pebbles,
An ocean lapping at a golden beach, a child playing in cotton fields.
Imagine your worries as pyramids, toss them away and leave the desert.
Find the tree who lights your inspiration, gather with those of like mind and heart,
Sometimes lost in buildings of green or wandering near windmils,
Let the dirt cover your knees as you are reborn and the sun gilds the rocks.
Those baby shoes are the symbol of the future and joy,
The tea of home and simple pleasures long denied.
Brush the dust off the glass bottles and pour out emotions.
Kill the demon of apathy, ignore her beauty and the flames
Let the haunted past slide from your pale features
And welcome the light and caring back into your heart.
When we all stand strong against the apathy,
Against the desire to just ignore the pain,
We grow and mature and nurture each other
Into the beings of light and hope we all can be.
Never let go of your sympathy and empathy
And fan the flames of passion not cowardice.
Literature
Looking
I'm looking for somebody
That I can call my other half
He doesn't need to have muscular calves,
Or a chiselled jawline with cheekbones so dreamy
As long as he is pleasant to my eyes
Looks good wearing glasses or without it
Has good manners, won't resort to telling me white lies
I will love him whole, from his hard edges to his cuddly bits.
I'm looking for someone, my bene elim
Who I can dedicate the song "Somebody" by Depeche Mode
Martin Gore had sung all that I want to say to him
But still I wrote this because I'm in love & am plain bored
He will be my rock and my pillow
And I will share to him what makes me mellow
I will tell him about my
Literature
Is This Love?
I walk down a crooked, broken pathway
A lone tear permanently attached to my cheek
Exhaustion explodes from every pore
Food will not satisfy
Water will not quench
All hope is gone
But as long as I'm with you, I will not stumble
You are all I need to satisfy and quench my needs
Hope will slowly return
My heart is broken;
Lies nearly dead in a heap of despair
Little pieces are broken off here and there
They won't be coming back.
But you are slowly piecing me back together
You are bringing life back into mi corazon
I have faith you can find the missing pieces
When we're together, I feel balanced
I'm madly in love in a calm way
Literature
Good Night
it started with “good night”
and the way you stopped saying it
and I told myself it was because
you were too tired
too weary
too worn
and I made it okay
then I stopped being your “good morning”
and everyone else saw you first
and I told myself it was because
you were too busy
too popular
too distracted
and I made it okay
now it ends with “good bye”
and it's not a cry for attention or a ploy for your love
you can tell yourself it's because
I'm too needy
too jealous
too much
but I gotta make it, okay?
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This is the second poem for the Winter Writing Event over at Literary Publications. I went a step sideways, I think, in writing this and traveled into the abstract. Still has similar themes of demons destroying and hope surviving to thrive again but a different message this time. Enjoy and, as always, comments are
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Pretty heavy and strong working, creating a powerful emotion while a person reads this one.
Really bringing to my mind that winter's wind that blows through you and makes you want to hurry home asap and get into a nice warm bath where you feel so much safer and not so desperately alone.
Great work this.
Cheers!
R-chan out!
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