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Most hated friendGlimmer, Glimmer,
Oh dark star of the night.
Reflect my soul,
My anguished stare,
Shine on so glaring bright.
That we should fear so much,
From something so small,
Seems an unusual plight,
And yet as I hold you in my hand,
I know my friends are right.
And yet to put you down seems ludicrous,
Just do not run across - shine on bright,
My glistening friend - lest I cover you in red.
Generation ZI find myself surrounded,
By humanities peak.
The latest generation,
By the best and by the meek,
And whether our doom or our salvation,
They’re most certainly unique.
Those who still read and can speak,
The intelligent and great.
There’s the socialite few,
And the rather incomplete,
The arists and musicians,
And the scientists that teach us -
And least of all, there’s me.
I wonder what my role is,
In this brave and weird new world,
I’m afraid I’ve missed the forest,
Because I rather like the trees,
And there’s no room for the philosopher,
Because Google’s all we need,
And poetry is quite useless,
According to scientific studies.
I’d hope to be remembered,
So maybe I’ll start a war,
Or maybe here, at societies end,
We’ll find a use for words once more.
My life is like the TitanicA fist stuck in my throat,
pair of eyes bleeding a river.
Lips trembling ever so slightly,
fingers beginning to quiver.
My head bobs, sharp gasps as
the water drowns me, slow.
Memories swimming in my mind,
Of people I love, people I know.
All that lies ahead is:
Blank and empty, and blank.
My life - parallel,
to the titanic that sank.
ApolloA shaft of light escapes the horizon
spilling over the world’s table
as the sea sways and the forests hum
a deep-throated ‘C’- the balance of nature
held in the rise to the seventh
the fall to the G
a saltwater tonic made sweet
by the rhythm and the rhyme
and the passage of time
when waking, the men remember
the years to come
from their dreams
and add their words and songs
to the lull of the ocean waves
in the whisper of the woods
as their God approaches in kindled fire
to destroy the dreamtime darkness
FrozenEach day must end eventually.
We enjoy the day's warmth while we can.
But the sun has set for both of us,
And darkness falls across our land.
Our eternal summer has long since passed.
Nothing is certain, but that much is known.
We went to sleep with love in our hearts,
But when I awoke; I was alone.
I searched our kingdom far and wide,
But our sun was nowhere to be found.
And now even the memories run and hide,
As our castle comes crumbling down.
The ruins of what was once our life;
They litter this abandoned place.
They glimpses at the love that is long since gone,
And remind me of happier days.
The chill has driven all the feeling away.
My breath now comes shallow and short.
The air is cold, and the skies are grey.
Slow, is the beating of this heart.
It might be quite a long time from now,
But I know spring will come one day.
In a frozen bed; I will sleep and dream,
Until the ice in my veins melts away.
We Will RiseA thousand kings on the throne
In England, they've sat alone
Built on traditions cast in stone
Oppressing us, us who've known
The taste of freedom in every bone
Denial, their answer to our plea
Denial of our wish to be free
Denial, the message on the sea
Denial of their words of mockery
Denial, fate of their treachery
Red their coats as they strut
Red their lips as they tut
Red their faces in their glut
Red the torches in our hut
Red their blood when we cut
NaPoWriMo- Day 5She used to try and catch butterflies
until she realized their beauty
rubbed off on her fingers;
but she will always be loving you
with those digits.
20 years from now
when even the love on her arms
Rear View MirrorThinking back, I imagine all my friends
Each going off to their own means or their ends
It makes me wonder where everyone goes
Because through the rearview mirror, it never shows
I sit here alone, trying to see
What I can make out through this melancholic reverie
Although this rain is too heavy and this fog is too thick
I will make the past stay; it will finally stick
To remember the past is all I’ll allow
And a light in a mirror is all I can see now
In the reflection, there stands a solemn silhouette
I know that in introspection, this is all we will really get
As I watch the lonely outline as it starts to wave goodbye
The strength leaves my body, and I slump down to cry
I know that they waved until I was entirely out of sight
For the last time, they smile as if everything were perfectly alright
Alone again, I wonder about my friends
Pondering if they would fight on until the very end
And if any of them will follow me to wherever I may go
Well, with this rearview mirror, I will s
The day that art died...What started it all,
what started the fall,
that ended in such despair?
It happened so fast,
now nothing will last,
and it all seems so unfair.
The day had occurred,
though it seemed absurd,
when something inside us did die.
A part of our minds,
we neglected the signs,
and with us the heavens did cry.
We lack now creation,
that special sensation,
when your proud of the things you create.
It stripped all our cheer,
replaced it with fear,
now the people are filling with hate.
Hate and a question,
filled with depression,
it scorches us deep from inside.
It burns us whole,
it blackens our soul.
What happened the day that art died?
I Only KnowThere are at least
thirty-seven thousand ways
to get from here to there.
where your body fits
next to my body, your breaths
match my breaths; your
paradise, sanctuary, utopia-
surrounds my escape.
where you and I are not
the same; where your edges
break against my smooth,
your rises coalesce with
my falls, your
d i s t a n c e s
clatter against my presence.
thirty-seven thousand ways
but I only know one.
I only know the way the thumping
of your heart leads to the pressing
of our lips-
I only know the here and there that
the you and me.
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