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The Earth was cracked
The world destroyed,
All laid in pieces
after the battle.
Fallen are the trees,
the buildings are torn,
but the people are
no where to be seen.
All is quiet,
eerie as night,
but all are awake,
yet no where in sight.
The souls are hiding,
in the fallen timbers they roam.
Waiting to be saved,
Waiting to come home.
The world destroyed,
All laid in pieces
after the battle.
Fallen are the trees,
the buildings are torn,
but the people are
no where to be seen.
All is quiet,
eerie as night,
but all are awake,
yet no where in sight.
The souls are hiding,
in the fallen timbers they roam.
Waiting to be saved,
Waiting to come home.
Literature
Faith Goes Without A Word
Effervescent bubbles ever-sparkling
Frothing off of a pleasurable tongue
Each to own is a particular hardy word
A difficult language exfoliating pores
Dried from the heat of dire angst and
Uncertainties.
Each mumble cleverly wrapped around
A cornerstone. A fortress wall for a heart
Unhealthy to dwell and become well yet
Again.
Where rain won't drown every shriek, every scream
Envisions are sacred and protected by precious minds
And shared by gracious signs of innocence.
Each time the goddess is exposed
Bruised knees kneel to show their respect
The aging and the well all come to knowing
How one's belief can utter not a single
Literature
feel
I
he smiles
and puts his arm
around my shoulders
I feel.
II
he touches
my hand
slides his fingers
between mine
I feel.
III
he looks
into my eyes
blue orbs glistening
I feel.
IV
he leans
forward and touches
his lips
to mine
I feel.
V
he runs
his palms
down
my sides
I feel.
VI
he takes
a part
of me
away
I feel.
VII
he sighs
and falls
asleep
beside me
I feel.
VIII
he kneels
before me
I feel.
IX
he places
the ring
on my finger
I feel.
X
he watches
me walk
down the aisle
in heavy white dress
I feel.
XI
he says
he does
I say
it too
I feel.
XII
he comes
home after
a long day
with a kis
Literature
The End
life is fast and death is quick
hearts slow down and minds play tricks
bodies fade and souls lose hope
reaching for the past, hands grope
searching for what can't be grasped
words will weaken into gasps
broken thoughts and shattered dreams
bursting from us at the seams
fear takes hold, time slips away
we grow sicker day by day
the pain won't stop, the hurt stays strong
it's been inside us all along
but will it end when we all die?
and in the ground our carnage lies?
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I wrote this after I drew a picture of a dream I had where everytning was distroyed......... sometimes these things just happen to me......
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I loved the way this folded out like a story. I don't know why but I love poems that start from dreams. I must be wierd because I liked this dream.