A flowered walk we took one time
To look into each other’s mind
And our search did yield us to find
That neither one of us was kind.
We both spoke poetry with laughing hearts,
But within our skulls we were apart,
On the surface, a work of art,
Yet down below a poison flowed.
A darkness coursed through both our veins
And both we’d given it free rein
To instill a lacking of something once known,
That made us now together; alone.
By our changes were we deranged,
Metamorphosed into something new
To each other we became untrue
And so it was ours days turned blue.
A blackened future ahead did lie,
A glimpse of which showed no good bye,
Just two heavy-hearted sighs,
Filled with the question, whether to survive.
You took a trip down memory lane
You remembered the love-
You remembered the pain.
You walked through your past
Through that world of hurt,
You walked to that place
Where you lie in the dirt.
With the comfort of ravens
And the comfort of crows,
You walked down that path,
Through the graveyard rows.
Down memory lane
Nothing is the same.
No one is sane
Down that memory lane.
The ravens start squawking
While the crows start mocking
But you continue walking
Through their constant talking.
That’s when the voices start up in your head,
The voices of loved ones,
Of loved ones long dead.
You hold a conversation,
It’s really nothing strange,
For who are the dead to judge you as insane?
And as you converse,
You listen, of course,
For the one you died for,
The one you could not ignore.
But you can’t hear her voice,
You can’t hear a sound,
You can’t feel her sobs,
As she cries above-ground.
She’s come to your gravestone,
With white flowers, she stands,
With her white dress she longs
To be holding your hands.
Amidst crows and ravens
You sit on a tree,
You watch from a distance,
With a look; lovingly.
Breaking down, you cry out,
Knowing it does no good,
She cannot hear your shout,
And even if she could…
No comfort could you offer,
Not a single love embrace,
For it’s hard to be a lover,
When you’re but a ghost without a face.
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The clock ticks
It makes me sick
The occasional tock
I want it to stop
The world just spins
And nobody wins
The cars honk
The cars crash
Way too fast
We cannot stop
We cannot halt
Time just flies
Life passes by
Are there more ticks?
Are there more tocks?
How would we know?
Can we stop a clock?
Sure they break
Sure they stop
But would we really know
If a clock did slow?
If time changed speed
Could we tell?
Would we see,
A difference in you?
A difference in me?
Withering fields and dying plains,
Dried up forests without any rain,
Sun-baked mountains with no life to sustain,
And there were we, the humans, to blame.
Birds in the air, fly blind through the smoke,
Beasts of the field on our garbage do choke,
Fish from the seas; in slick oil they soak,
And we just went about acting as if life was a joke.
The golden globe is now gone from the sky,
Covered by a smog, yet no-one wonders why.
We all know we put the world at stake,
And so it fell for our own mistake.
It didn’t happen out of the blue,
The warning signs, they all spoke true.
Yet we continued down our destructive road
And the world itself held our poisonous load.
Sweet Earth; left to death and decay,
The bright Sun; gone, to our dismay.
The silver Moon; a joy no longer ours.
Our beautiful planet; holds less life than Mars.
Blight and rot suffocate life.
A planet was terminated
And for what sacrifice?
For what reason did we
Pay this high price?
Humanity died for it’s seeking of power,
The factories we made
Polluted hour by hour.
Humanity died for it’s seeking of might,
And so was the world deprived of it’s light.
Life is irony’s lover
And to me it seems unfair,
Luck lends herself to those with plenty,
But to the poor is sent despair.
Misfortune follows the sickly ones
While favour feeds the strong.
And the greedy men lay down to rest
As the workers toil all day long.
The servants’ backs break growing food,
For which as the blessed, we eat,
Leaving them only the pitiful scraps;
Donating the bones whilst consuming the meat.
Yet irony is not the sole lover of life
And unfairness is never complete.
Though the demons within us tickle our insides,
There are angels among us walking the streets.
Be they heavenly beings or simply kind folk,
They offer their services free,
And they’re the ones that make living a tolerable thing,
Giving us hope for all of humanity.
Que preciosidad *-*
FOX LOVE <3
Think for a bit.
Enrage yourself further.
The world suffocating.
The world suffocating…
A planet dying
A system crumbling
Your home, is being destroyed.
What right have you?
Complain all you want!
The dying roses pity you.
The poisoned Forget-Me-Nots share your pain.
Your broken heart?
I’m sure the choking blue jay is crying for you.
The ones who’s antennas cut your insides
The ones who’s wings create that storm inside your belly
See them together?
Their birth place,
Razed to the ground.
No longer found.
After each of your day’s miseries.
Yet the nine lived cat,
Who’s on it’s last,
Has decided to share it with you.
And yet you…we…
Don’t think about the fish.
The ones who’s daily struggle is to swim
Through the rivers we’ve created.
As the liquid diamond navigates
It’s path down your cheek,
So does the bruised salmon attempt to live.
Our lines cast out to slaughter them.
Our garbage there to murder them.
Even our broken glass bottles,
She left you
She hurt you
She broke you
Just as you broke the bottle after
Drowning your tears with a drink.
Now the shards lie there.
Stabbing them all
Slicing them all
Piercing them all
The crabs soft bellies
The cows hard hoofs
The cats pink paws
Your. Black. Heart.