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Coffins lie staring at the weather-worn sky,
The vibrant thrum of life dying into a mournful hum,
The silent prayers loudly cry unto the heavens,
begging to be answered, transcending into vows.
'We will recover. We must not stay down forever.'
The heart of this nation still beats strong,
with friends to help its wounds.
Life will go on.
Stand tall when all has fallen.
Our Will shall not crumble like the rubble around us.
We're been stripped of our possessions,
but not our integrity.
Our homes may be gone,
for the people our hearts dwelt with have passed on.
But The Lord is still there to guide us.
Have hope, keep the faith,
for even though you feel alone, a nation grieves with you.
We will resurrect.
We will carry on for the lives blown away,
like dandelions in wind, spreading the legacy they left behind.
For the day will come where we shall start living again,
instead of just trying to stay alive.
A day when the vibrant thrum of Life thrives,
and breaks into song in memory of what was.
Pain will bleed in the tears of remembrance.
But we will be alright
The vibrant thrum of life dying into a mournful hum,
The silent prayers loudly cry unto the heavens,
begging to be answered, transcending into vows.
'We will recover. We must not stay down forever.'
The heart of this nation still beats strong,
with friends to help its wounds.
Life will go on.
Stand tall when all has fallen.
Our Will shall not crumble like the rubble around us.
We're been stripped of our possessions,
but not our integrity.
Our homes may be gone,
for the people our hearts dwelt with have passed on.
But The Lord is still there to guide us.
Have hope, keep the faith,
for even though you feel alone, a nation grieves with you.
We will resurrect.
We will carry on for the lives blown away,
like dandelions in wind, spreading the legacy they left behind.
For the day will come where we shall start living again,
instead of just trying to stay alive.
A day when the vibrant thrum of Life thrives,
and breaks into song in memory of what was.
Pain will bleed in the tears of remembrance.
But we will be alright
Literature
Musing on the muse
It has been too long. I have staved off doing anything creative for too long. How I know? Well, let me tell you.. My Muse has returned. My muse isn’t the classical Greek muse, and neither is it a she. Quite the opposite is true actually. My Muse is not the most sensible type of person, and His Personality really requires the capital P.
He has been driving me crazy these past few days. Why I haven’t done anything he asks, why haven’t I touched my paints? How can it be that despite his generous gifts of truly fantastical idea’s, I have not produced a satisfactory work of art?
Well, I shall tell you why! It is because I
Literature
My Brightest Light
This unexplainable feeling
It plagues me
My heart clenches
My mind is in a loop
There is nothing else.
I only see your face
Bright blue eyes
Smooth blonde hair
A smile that I see
Makes me do the same.
The memory of your hand
Rough yet soft
It comforts me
Through anything
Anxiety or sadness.
There is nothing to do
I know you so well
I don't think we could ever be
We will remain as we are
Friends forever more.
There would be too much
I couldn't handle everything
If it wasn't possible to at least follow you
Guiding me to the ends of eternity
My brightest light.
Literature
Crisalide / Chrysalis
un volo in sospensione
che aspetta di risalire
in inarrestabile divenire
/
"A suspended flying
that is waiting to ascend
as an unstable become"
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Ever have a poem you just gotta write, and when you ask yourself why and where it's coming from you're just like, 'I don't know'? Yeah, I have no other way of explaining this one except for, 'it just hurts'. If it doesn't look well written to you, thats cuz I'm a mess.
I CANNOT watch the news without crying. It's impossible. The moment I see what happened, it's like a dam breaks from behind my eyes. I am sobbing all over the place. Honestly, as much as the 'dark writer' in me just wants to describe the destruction, I just can't do it....
I WANT to see these people recover. I don't want to DWELL in all this sorrow. I need hope, man. I want to see these people get back on their feet and smile again. (Granted, you kind of see them doing it now in the midst of disaster, which is why I give everybody more kudos.)
I'm not sure why I put 'we' a lot in this, even though I'm a thousand miles away watching this all unfold. I guess I wanted it to be more relatable, like a statement rather than an observation. Like its a fact rather than flimsy encouragement. Cuz without a doubt, I'd help. Could we fly there, or had I lived anywhere near there, high chances Daddy Dearest would've put us all in a volunteer rescue operation or something, even though all I'm good for is emotional support. Cry and I cry with you. I do not have the heart to carry around a body bag, let alone want to use one.
On another note, I dedicate this to ~Veyrius, *SpiderwebWisher and ~megustagenderbends who have been wonderful to me, and to anyone they know that has been affected.
Btw, Vey, a conversation between u and me along time back reminded me that people who have fallen need people to know that they can get back up again. So remember when I said I'd let you when I write something that you helped inspire me to write? This is it.
May not be a masterpiece, but hey, I meant every word.
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Without having to read the description, you could tell that a mass tragedy had happened. It captured the pain of it...but it also gave you a sense of hope. It was a good choice to have that last line by itself; it made it more powerful. This is a wonderful dedication to those who have had to suffer these kind of things. I only hope it never happens to you or me.