Carla

Carla Sep 2020

Death

The only people that fear death
are those that have not lived
satisfactory lives.

Carla Sep 2020

A cemetery is the only place
where stone and flora intertwine.
Opposites of reality
coming together as one.
Flora, full of life and colour, youth.
Stone, drained of all we stand to recognise.
Life and death.

A cemetery is the only place
where the living greet the dead.
Opposites of reality
brought together by the End.
The living bear flowers of light and hope.
The dead carry a stone above their heads,
crushing them beneath their weights.
Life and death.

Carla Aug 2020

Six Million

"In memory of the six million Jews killed by the Nazis during the war 1939-1945
Therenstadt    Stutthof    Klooga    Treblinka    Buchenwald
  Ponay Babi- Yar    Transnistria    Westerbork    Ravensbruck
Bełżec    Chełmno    Lwów - Janowska
Bergen - Belsen    Drancy    Majdanek    Dachau
Auschwitz - Oświęcim    Mauthausen    Sobibór
May the world never again witness such inhumanity of man against man"

Man is an excuse for a race. We put up signs of slaughter, memories of massacre, graves of gore, dreams of destruction, history of holocaust.
Six million.
A number so vast, we are unable to comprehend.
Six million:
slaughtered for no sin
rampaged for religion
killed for their kin
This is what we have come to. The ending of life.
s     i     x
m i l l i o n
l  i  v  e  s

May the world never again witness such inhumanity of man against man.

Carla Aug 2020

Searching

Granny says the sky doesn’t end
We just decide when to stop searching
No idea what she means.

For context, this is in the perspective of a six year old. It's for an upcoming school project.

Carla Aug 2020

You Are

Racing through
Jumping around
My sickened mind

Carla Aug 2020

Fiend

Why do I push people away?
Lie to those closest to me?
**** everything up in the end?
So blind to what others see?

I become a mindless
Fiend whimpering in fear.
Why is this only now
Becoming crystal clear?

Carla Aug 2020

Almost Midnight

Do you ever get a sense,
Of overwhelming fear,
Sadness and anger,
As they whisper in your ear.

You don't know how to cope,
So you push people away,
That have done nothing,
But you want them to stay.

It doesn't make much sense,
But as it's almost midnight,
I can't help but cry,
As I sit alone and write.