Death ---Elle.Prvnt
Death is inside the folding cots:
it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses,
in the black blankets, and suddenly breathes out:
it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets,
and the beds go sailing toward a port
where death is waiting, dressed like an admiral.
Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no
finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no
throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.
Sometimes I see alone
coffins under sail,
embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair,
with bakers who are as white as angels,
and pensive young girls married to notary publics,
caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead,
the river of dark purple,
moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death,
filled by the sound of death which is silence.
There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.
And there are corpses,
feet made of cold and sticky clay,
death is inside the bones,
like a barking where there are no dogs,
coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere,
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.
I'm not sure, I understand only a little, I can hardly see,
but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets,
of violets that are at home in the earth,
because the face of death is green,
and the look death gives is green,
with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf
and the somber color of embittered winter.
But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom,
lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies,
death is inside the broom,
the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses,
it is the needle of death looking for thread.
Death, Is just death.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
Political Dynasty
--Elle.Prvnt
Politics isn’t about competing for accolade
But for the good things you’ve made
Rulers, people placed all of you in position
To help our dear nation
You help the citizens, you may say
You can tell that boastfully
But answer this question in good way-
Are those things wholeheartedly?
From ages to ages, the politics grow
But the government’s false systems never go
Now I know that over falsehood, we can’t win
The ruler’s throne is passed on his every kin.
I thought that only on ancient times I could see
The so-called Dynasty
But I was wrong, because when the truth unfolded,
The azure skies turn red
I found my pen ‘neath the somber night
And I know what it portrays
So my heart didn’t hesitate to write
The things on these present days
Your kinsfolk spread on the near and distant regions
For what- for corruptions?
O, be true on yourself and do not be guilty
‘cause that’s what people see
Do not boast about the things you did
Or even say that you’re great
Wake up! pride flows on your every deed
Cruelty lies on your heart’s gate!
As the dark years of dawning long-term service rise,
Men were filled with deep sighs
What happened to the votes, what happen to their trust
Why corruption didn’t last?
Servants of my country, hear my voice
Do not hide on the shadow
For the truth will come, bringing a noise
To the days of tomorrow
I know that to help the people is your aim
But it is obvious that you only want fame
Are you a good leader of society,
With astray brain full of greed and vanity?
You can pretend that you give hands to the poor
With fake smiles on them, you can take a picture
Hey Mr. Corrupt, I know your idea
That is impress the people, use the media!
You may say I’m young because I’m only fifteen
But I know, truth shall win!
Why you didn’t let the others serve the people
Is there any trouble?
Or are you scared of the true stories?
False rulers, you’ll see one day
The revelations that never cease
Lies will unfold, truth will stay.
Say now that you’ve done many things in service
Those where your obligations! on boasting- cease!
I know you know that your high soaring ego
Will make you suffer the truth and you’ll fall low.
How can people respect you as good leaders,
With your falsehood, how can we be followers?
And if there is political dynasty,
How can we reach country’s success, how can we??
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
Elle.Prvnt
« Darkness, It was only darkness.
What do you expect?It's the underworld.
Spirits, demons lurking - better hide before they catch you. »
« Dont breath - or they'll hear you, don't be scared or they will feel it.
The underworld - the silence was over all the place, yet be careful - every silence is scary »
« Hades - King of Underworld, With his power, he can destroy you anytime he wants.
He was ruthless, yet that ruthless king fell for a beautiful lady named 'Persephone' they're love story was cliche yet, it's amazing for me »
« Persephone - Queen of Underworld, the girl that made the ruthless king fell, the girl who let the king feel the emotion 'love' -
With the beauty she holds, no doubt' she have done it »
« For others it may seem scary, but yet look into it and you'll see its beauty.. »
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
Elle.Prvnt
« They are everywhere, watching you're every move - they'll be on your shadows and you'll never notice »
« Don't trust Easily cauz' you'll be shocked maybe they are already in front of you, they're wearing a mask - a mask that covers their identity, to deceive, to **** »
« Every night you walk to those dark corners - they'll just be watching you, with those deep red eyes, they are thirsty for blood, 'Kill' was the only word they know. »
« They will hunt you in your dreams, they will not let you sleep in peace, but yet what is the reason for them being cruel? For them being heartless? Why did they become like that? - So many questions that will remain unanswered »
« Don't let your curiosity drive you cuz ' it might cause a situation you'll hide - be careful cauz' maybe the demon you are talking about is you.. »
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
Walking down to the deep dark forest. Feeling the land against my bare foot I’m alone, No one to talk to – No one to hold on.
The cold wind pass through me sending shivers down my skin. Silence was all over the place – it was deafening and I hate it.
The stars – there my only hope, but yet they’re not there – the sky was dark and lonely like me…
The loneliness was killing me, torturing me, piece by piece till there’s nothing left.
I wanna scream, scream to the top of my lungs, having a hope maybe someone may hear, but no I was alone.
Minute feels like hour, the loneliness starts to eat me – every second I felt like dying..
What did I do to deserve this?What did I do to deserve this torture? —-
What did I do to deserve to be alone?
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC