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Two poems about atheism...

08:51 May 30 2014
Times Read: 313


Silence.

A.A.J.B.



I found God in

an abandoned house. Rays

slicing through old dust

like a knife. The same

window where she prayed

for impossible things. Her

cries as sharp as that light.

It shines through her unhappy memory,

and I stir up her shrieks for

peace and forgiveness in

the creaks and cracks of the

floorboards as I walk

behind her frail vision.

Only when I stop I find

what we wanted Him

to be and I never dare step foot

elsewhere, for I've just

found serenity here among

the forgotten, solace in the silence,

and the ultimate salvation of being alone

with my thoughts.



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Disappointment.

By A.A.J.B.



like when I saw them

falling.

Shot out of the sky,

gun still shooting astral wings,

smoke still churning from the barrel,

and I hate that I see it linger

longer than the last breath they inhale.



A child breathes that air.

That air means

gas to those useless

childhood thoughts;

nothing but fairy-tales for the weak,



who suffocate with pressed hands,

beaned knees...



And I never understood how that

worked until I pulled the trigger;



the gunshot that woke me up.


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Another poem: Rise and Fall...

07:51 May 30 2014
Times Read: 320


I actually had this one published in my school newspaper (LOL I know, not that cool, but whatever!)

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Rise and Fall.

By A.A.J.B.



You!

Ringing bells.

Flutter.

It yells!

And

it never stops

singing;

voice reached

the top.

Half cracking;

fading.

I

can tell

the angel

fell.


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A lame poem I wrote years ago.

06:12 May 30 2014
Times Read: 334


Through Her Skin.

By A.A.J.B.



In haughty, yet elegant tone,

I say to you "do this to me,"

and I point at the arabesque

vines in the courtyard.

Found in jovial play, the knife

you gave my body with the wilted

roses from your hands.

Hands that pilfer! Hands that shake

as they cut into me.

Forever of redolence; the

thorns in my side, and your blue eyes,

so lustful, they still rip into me.


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randicloudbead
randicloudbead
07:56 May 30 2014

Very nice





TheBloodyBlueBird
TheBloodyBlueBird
07:25 Jun 04 2014

^ Thank you!! ^_^








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