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S May 2015
The Hawks,
They fly.
The two full of light and future,
Forced between a battle of technology and nature.
Does it make nature powerful;
In the fact that it took the last word?
Or is it now cruel,
for taking the lives of two of its own?

Hawks circle the site,
Mourning the loss of those who were ready to fly in the world.
These Hawks were captains and leaders,
Unlike all else.
So as the rest of the clan can fly out into the world,
Those two prematurely taken,
can be lifted to a better place.
At least that is all we could hope.
Because nature could not be so cruel as to **** it's learning Hawks.
No, not in their early stages of flight.

The Hawks....
      
                           They must fly.
A recent car crash shook my entire city and two students were prematurely killed. It's devastating when tragedy hits the best of people - also reverberating to the surroundings. My prayers go out to all family and friends...
Apr 2015 · 1.0k
AD
S Apr 2015
AD
Her face was eye catching,
A round face smiling at him.
Her lips curved beautifully,
Like arched bows aimed to release,
But he couldn't  help but wonder where he'd seen her before.

For he knew that smile,
He did,
He knew he'd seen her before,
Somewhere,
Somehow.

It was Elena

The love of his life,
His soulmate.
His Pretty Woman, Sabrina and Allie.
A woman who surpassed both Athena and Scheherazade in wit and beauty.

He flashed a smile.



Her face was eye catching,
A round face smiling at him.
Her lips curved beautifully,
Like arched bows aimed to release,
But he couldn't help but wonder where he'd seen her before.


He just couldn't remember.
I'm working with Alzheimer's disease and it's heartbreaking to see people in love not connect. It's frustrating for both sides of people and it's absolutely heartwrenching.
Mar 2015 · 1.5k
Is it just me?
S Mar 2015
Is it just me?
Or do you feel it to?
That pain in the stomach,
That worsens through and through.

Is it just me?
Or is the world becoming black,
People being disregarded,
As others take up slack.

Is it just me?
Or is the earth now shaking,
From a force that is evil,
That only humans are making.

Is it just me?
Or is the world truly blue,
Not a figment of imagination,
But rather a color and a hue.

Is it just me?
Or is a breath becoming harder,
Taking in more air,
But going no farther.

Is it just me?
Or is a happy world now sad,
A world once filled with hope,
With good now turned bad.

Is it just me?
Or is the world truly changed,
It's not what it was,
And it is no longer famed.

If it's just me,
Then I guess good for you all,
Meaning that the world is more positive than I see,
Characteristics and all.

But if you see it too,
As I think you would,
Remember in this time to do all that you can,
And all that you should.

Perhaps with cooperation in mind,
We may be able to change,
This world that is no longer normal,
But is now the epitome of strange.
The world has many issues and societal problems and norms, such as conformity or stereotypes, sadly define much of our lives. There really isn't much freedom in a world like this and that, I would think, is rather strange. I know this was longer than usual but thanks for reading!
Mar 2015 · 1.5k
Candle
S Mar 2015
There is a darkness in the depths of the heart,
A darkness so consuming and overwhelming,
Able to govern the entire human existence: mind, body and soul.

It is ever evolving to deceive its victims,
To pull them by their toes into utmost  insanity,
Utter unhappiness and painful disposition.
This darkness pervades all,
Eludes all and in doing so,
Corrupts the ever-pure tabula rasa of the innocent.

The innocent turn dark.

But in their darkness,
For every smile and laugh,
There must be good,
There must be happiness,
There must be light.

It is this light that shines through a heart of darkness,
That is able to pervade through the charred sanctities of life,
That can create the slightest keyhole in a resoundingly locked door,
That gives the will to continue,
To search,
And to live.

In every person's heart there is a candle.
A source of light,
A source of happiness
And of serene peace.

Yet,
*It is only able to serve those who light it.
Experimenting with the views of enlightenment philosophers on the good and evil in all of us. Are we inherently good, bad, corrupted or ignorant?
Mar 2015 · 9.1k
The Man With the Mask
S Mar 2015
I see you.
I see the real you.
I see the real you no one else sees.

Because you wear a mask.
You wear a beautiful, deceiving mask.
You wear a beautiful, deceiving mask but you forget,
     I can see you.

Why can't you see me?
For all you secret poets out there, I understand.
Mar 2015 · 893
10w
S Mar 2015
10w
Remember this: you only die once,
                                      
                                   but you live everyday.
Mar 2015 · 994
Wasteland
S Mar 2015
We live in a wasteland.

A place for uneasy souls,
Uncared-for thoughts,
And loneliness.

We live in a wasteland.

A place for wild unrest,
Frequent combat,
And total war.

We live in a wasteland.

A place for the rejects,
The wallflowers,
And the jocks.

We live in a wasteland.

A place of constant turmoil,
Between states and countries,
And people.

We live in a wasteland.

                                            We live in a wasteland.
                                                                              
                                                                                  We live in a wasteland.

We live.
The world is a rough, cruel and tough place to live. But here we are and here we will be. So in that moment where you feel lost, and unconnected to "friends" or family, remember this: we are in a wasteland but it is what it is. Express yourself because this is it - the worst feeling is looking back and regretting it all.
We are all here for a reason.
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Mar 2015 · 390
Up
S Mar 2015
Up
I look up and I see the sky,
I see color,
I see life,
But no help.

Who will help?

I look up and I see the sky,
I see movement,
I see peace,
But no comfort.

Who will comfort?

I look up and I see the sky,
I see flocks,
I see space,
But no answers.

Who will answer?
The world has many questions and many people. Yet there seem to be few people with any answers.
Mar 2015 · 551
Hard
S Mar 2015
It's hard to look up and expect something,
To expect hope,
Or dreams,
Or success.

It's hard to look forward and see clearly,
To see a path,
A route,
A way.

It's hard to breathe knowing that nothing is certain,
To breathe poisoned air,
Chemical haze,
Nuclear surroundings.

It's hard to live knowing that everything is changing,
To live in a wavering world,
An unsteady world,
A fighting world.

It's hard.
**All of it.
Unsteadiness and Uncertainty are normal but should they be?

— The End —