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C Cavierre Dec 2013
Bemoan and bewail
The betrayed and the loved
For in this world of blood
We are ashes and dust---
For the gladness the world had given us
C Cavierre Dec 2013
The clock is ticking
aiming for the end
As the world is sinking;
All sorrows intensify
all we can do is cry
C Cavierre Nov 2013
God is this the trial you have given me
a difficult war with an invisible enemy?
I know I need to fight
but how could I prepare without sight?
With a companion or without
I know I should persist to let myself out
Yet, God, with no consolation, it is very hard
When the right choices I should make
are hidden under a million shards

A good companion I need, everyday I try to find
Unfortunately I fail and need to stand alone on my ground
I know I can't, but I desperately want to hide
I long ago would have if I didn't know you're on my side
The world I live in, I feel so isolated from,
is the thing that possesses me and blows me like a ram
My serene arranged thoughts are scrambled anew
now a foreign country the mind I once knew
Still have God. Just need to hold on long enough.
C Cavierre Nov 2013
Life caught a baby eagle:
Injured, alone and named Hope.
Fell from a tree; would have
Ended Hope's days probably.

To bring him home wouldn't be
Entering Hope into the
Chaotic world of men,
Home of addiction to
New coined technology
On making men's work easy?
Life didn't has a choice though;
On Hope's left wing was a
**** as big as her index
Yet to be healed by Psyche next.

In the home, with Life's mother
Night and into the day,
Neighbors in and pushed out,
Over the wing they both worked.
Vigorous task it might be,
A life of a bird depend,
Together they had made
Impossible into
Optimistic victory:
New metallic wing awaits the world.
Need to submit it to the sci-poetry activity. Please tell me what you think. Thank you.

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