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Sorrow's Dream
03:03 Sep 23 2010
Times Read: 568

The dew drops from morning's eve

becomes the brunch beneath our feet

fore no leaf lunches prior

till the cloud amongst them all's a crier.



Waft in silhouette pro wall

the shadows reflection grows tall

the one whose permanent hide go seek

becomes the widow's peak

of society's awe.



Happiness is in the past

contentment's in the present

hopefulness comes from tomorrow

as tears stain iridescent.



Sorrow locks it's horn anew

forgotten wills and dreams

every sigh and hollowed scream

becomes reality.



That is sorrow's dream.

A dream from which no one will wake,

till the dreamer's body's heart forsakes.

Red On Top Of Green
02:50 Sep 23 2010
Times Read: 570

An empty summer has just ended, not that summer ever started. For me every season is the same. Journeying towards an autumn, just another time in which more bloodshed's bound to come, just a swimming pool of crimson and the children all have fun. Liquid is still liquid, the savior from the heat and all those seeking shade and comfort frolic towards the beast.



I cannot see a point to life, a common trait of weakness to the armed men of asylum, holding sane people hostage with their knives. Whining is for the poor and the weak, sitting by jovially as they slaughter us in our sleep, yet they cannot stand to hear us whine, they cannot stand to hear us weep. Escaping from their own guilt perhaps? I don't know but till then I'll never sleep. Instead I'll keep on weeping for every life forsaken and abandoned in the streets. Every season is the same to me.



Just more red on top of green, raining eternally.

The Keyboard's Mightier Then Delete
21:23 Sep 20 2010
Times Read: 576

...The old cliche.

"The pen is mightier then the sword", said they.

But haven't we advanced at all?

That newer, better sayings could be formed?



The keyboard's power surpasses the force and there are those that prefer their voice.

The classroom still prefers you use the pen, but when you leave, will you then?



Will you clutch a pencil till it snaps, etching into paper till it wraps. Clutching at the pen and writing till, you make an error and can't repeal. You ask for a better way, this is the day.



...For typing.



The keyboard's mightier then delete. The poetic voice surpasses violent screams.



Let the modern day warriors of the word, raise their hand and be coerced;



...to lend their talents to the world that needs them.

Twilight Of Despair
21:35 Sep 11 2010
Times Read: 594

If sorrow were a lover carrying sadness on it's lips, giving fatal kisses to the people on it's list.

I resign to think who'd take them, willingly or not. Volunteering their own bodies as fodder for the chopping block.



It's positively dreadful how the world begins to spin; on axis, with the world the way it is.

Carrying the dreams of people forward and the people left behind; they can never catch the spinning top before their eyes.



...Resolved themselves to hunger and the depression of lost dreams, the weak no longer dodge the kisses that cold sorrow brings.



Oh the pain of broken heart, the gaping hole inside, manipulated abroad and corrupted low and hard. Tears become the ocean, black with cold and silt, the human heart eroding as the world consumes it's fill.



We wander the land forever, the eternal twilight of despair, chasing the spinning earth forever, to find the dreams that weren't there.



It's like a void of darkness and the land proceeds anew, with each new step we find no hope...



......Only sorrow's rotten dew.

The Condemned Planet
19:16 Sep 01 2010
Times Read: 600




No person wants to live in a condemned building, with it's decrepit roof and ceiling raining asbestos and lead upon your head, no one wants it but you can always go outside.



No person wants to live in a condemned building and drink from it's rusty faucets filled with mercury and lead, lithium and rust, water so brown with bacteria and dirt that no person should have to drink it but you can always drink from a bottle.



No person wants to live in a condemned building with it's putrid air so filthy and full of dust and bacteria that sickness is not a possibility it is guaranteed but no one says you have to live there, unless your poor that is.



No person wants to live in a condemned building with windows unable to protect from heat or cold, where summers can suffocate and winter's can freeze. Where your about as safe behind those windows as a tree is from the air. Any cretin from outside could easily come inside and do unspeakable things. Such a house is unlivable and should be condemned.



However, what if the outside world was no better?



What if air outside was rotten with disease and poison and the lakes and oceans were so brown that dying of thirst would be advisable?

What if the ground itself was so filled with garbage and waste that you wonder why you can't just live somewhere else?



What if the planet itself were condemned and unlivable? Where would you or I go?



This is not as much a fantasy as it is reality that the planet should be condemned and no one living thing should live here yet we have no place to go and we have no one else to blame but ourselves.



Can this fixer upper be repaired or will we, the human race be condemned along side of it?