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an angel drifts at the edge of the sky
with dwindling wings, she murmurs 'genesis'
and extends her fingers to try
and catch the pieces of a broken world
"sometimes we just need to burn
to have a way to light up the night"
the ground collapses upwards, and the
clouds come tumbling down-- the stars
awake and smile, they set fire to
desiccate all blinded faith
the masses watch on; glazed eyes,
broken spines, excised tongues-- they
are seduced by the twinkling lights
"destruction breeds beauty and
it seems to go both ways"
as the day decays, their time shatters
until those knuckle-dragging fools
find broken moment shrapnel
deep within their flesh
and the oceans scream out,
washing over their wounds to prove
it can never happen again
"if you have guilt, don't
you think you might deserve it?"
the moon eclipses and the angel
decides the battle was lost
long before it began
she kisses the remnants
of a forsaken land, tenderly
"in the end,
we all
die
alone"
with dwindling wings, she murmurs 'genesis'
and extends her fingers to try
and catch the pieces of a broken world
"sometimes we just need to burn
to have a way to light up the night"
the ground collapses upwards, and the
clouds come tumbling down-- the stars
awake and smile, they set fire to
desiccate all blinded faith
the masses watch on; glazed eyes,
broken spines, excised tongues-- they
are seduced by the twinkling lights
"destruction breeds beauty and
it seems to go both ways"
as the day decays, their time shatters
until those knuckle-dragging fools
find broken moment shrapnel
deep within their flesh
and the oceans scream out,
washing over their wounds to prove
it can never happen again
"if you have guilt, don't
you think you might deserve it?"
the moon eclipses and the angel
decides the battle was lost
long before it began
she kisses the remnants
of a forsaken land, tenderly
"in the end,
we all
die
alone"
Literature
The Smallest Things
I didn't know how To see the beauty in life Until the first time I held your hand. The sun dipped below the horizon Painting our little world a rosy pink. We've grown so much since then. Your touch still makes me just as red As the first time And you taught me how to love The smallest things.
Literature
What Science Thinks of as Small.
It all starts with a quark, just one letter off from quirk
With directions, charm and strange, we know slightly how they work.
Together, they make protons (and neutrons if you prefer)
One’s pretty positive; the other, no charges do occur.
Stick them with electrons; an atom’s what you’ll make.
(Though, make them really large and they’re liable to break.)
With these, the possibilities really do expand
Since they’re really much more numerous than all the grains of sand.
From molecules that lead to life, to stars far out in space
The universe has ways for even the small to find their place.
Literature
A little thing called beauty
the bittersweet cacophony in the background noise,
a voluminous rhythm mirroring the beating of our hearts,
the sand slowly shifting down the hourglass,
like the stars to fade before the break of day,
or as the cool summer breeze silenced beneath the sun,
wondrous yet swiftly fleeting,
a crashing wave breaking for but a moment upon the shores of time
we count the passing seconds on twilight screens and wristwatches,
tiny grains to slip past the cracks of this fragile existence,
counting time like playing cards,
where every breath itself becomes a gamble,
we catalog moments and memories,
on temporary screens with vibrant color,
ignoring the c
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For the Theme of the Month Contest.
"Deliver me from reasons why"
The sweetest goodbye, in my mind, is when even innocence abandons you.
"Deliver me from reasons why"
The sweetest goodbye, in my mind, is when even innocence abandons you.
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