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Cynthia Jan 2019
It's the same old story,
Isn't it?
Oh mighty eagle,
Go ahead,
Tear it.

That's what they do,
Every time,
Every day,
Whenever something new appears,
They keep it at bay.

Oh mighty eagle,
As the trumpets sound high,
You people march on,
Blind,
To the agony,
The distress,
The loss,
"Who cares?
They aren't worth a lot!
"

And hey,
Maybe I'm wrong,
And if I am,
I'll understand,
For, someone who has heart,
Should know that we all -
are equal,
And play a part.

So mighty eagle,
Trumpets that reels us in,
Tell me, if you are wrong,
Are you willing to listen?
I've written two poems named "Prometheus" now but the title fits, I guess. This one is about ... Let's just say Trumpets and eagles. Yeah. That should sum it up. (*hint* *hint* Its about a famous Disney character that is a duck and has a last name named after a musical instrument)
Cynthia Jan 2019
Brittle and Bound,
The pain never dies,
Reiterate, reborn,
A sight for old eyes.

A cliff, an edge,
When will it all end?
Halving halves,
The pain never lends.
This is what happens when I spend too much time on Ted ed -- Really good stories out there.
Cynthia Jan 2019
Where in time,
Here and now?
Are you mad enough,
To follow me, somehow?
Do you think
Our lives would collide?
In a lonely spring day,
Don't you wanna stay?
Oh please,
Won't you?
Have you got to go so soon?
Everyday as I wait,
No sign of you seems to grace,
You're only a silhouette,
Oh, why must you always fade?
Under the sea, we'll crawl,
All light will go out,
Right as we see,
Eyes glazed with harmony,
Going somewhere?
Oh so soon,
No time to stay,
Exhale the words we shouldn't say,
In another spring day,
Wait until then,
All stars will align,
In the right moment of time,
Together, we'll unite,
For we may say farewell,
Or good-bye,
Resonating in our minds,
You and I,
On another spring day,
Under the stars again,
Till then,
Oh, wait for me, my friend,
Come on now,
On three, two, one,
March to the beat of our hearts,
East, as the sun grows high,
Bask in it's glow,
Another spring day,
Comes and goes,
Keep our hearts on hold.
Read the first letter of each line. I wrote this 'cause my best friend wasn't texting me back. But it was also inspired by BTS's 'Spring Day' (ofc) and that one spongebob quote.
Cynthia Dec 2018
Staring past sunken skies,
Beyond darkness, twinkling lights,
A star is born admist grey clouds,
Straining to shine with others around.

Across galaxies and milkey white roads,
A pretty star begins to grow old,
With a bust of flame, a shattering light,
Of Scarlets and Rubies,
Its death rings wild.
Astralis - pertaining to the stars
Cynthia Dec 2018
Yes, I visited my old friends one day,
Told them all about my life,
How things have been these days,
Reminiscing the treasures we once shared.

Yes, we sat in silence,
Under the glistening stars,
As I told them,
"It would be nice of you to pay a visit,

Never seem to catch a hold of you these days,
But I hope you're now happy as we once were,
As you now have each other.
But it does get a little lonely for me."

Alas, they never replied,
Perhaps it was the six feet of dirt
That blocked my sigh
As I said,

"Farewell, once again,
My friends,
Your time had run out,
And my hourglass is soon to finish,

And I'll join you,
with a smile."
கையறுநிலை (kai-yaru nilai) - A Tamil word to describe the utter helplessness of losing something and never being able to get it back. (In this case, Friends) (P.S. The literal meaning is: slipping out from one's grasp)
Cynthia Dec 2018
Oh what a dream it was!
You were there.
That same insufferable smile,
That same annoyance.

And I hated you,
Didn't I?
Wanted nothing to do with you,
Didn't I?

I hated you.
I hate you.

But alas,
The light shone through the window,
And tore down my ecstasy,

You're gone,
Stuck in an endless sleep.
And I'm stuck,
In this irritating tranquillity.
Cynthia Dec 2018
If I may presume,
I bid farewell to you,
For the very last while.
'Till next twilight,
When the sun and moon collide,
It's up to Destiny
And her bind -
To decide when we'll sleep
Under the same sky,
Again.
O/L s are OVER and this is kind of a goodbye to my classmates.
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