Set down your sword and feel
the breeze of finality
in the gaps
between your fingers
Don't let it take until your blood
is spilling like sand through an hourglass
to realise that war never had any
winners;
fill your lungs with red earth skies
and the way shadow weighs more than time
Take the shard of glass out of your pocket
Sooner or later you will learn
that firewood burns better than
the memories of that girl that you thought
you loved
Terrible things happen to those
who stare into flames for too long
Don't ever think that your mother
wouldn't cry over you
You are not as disposable
as those organs you mistreated
and filled with ashes
or those torn out pages
that you spilled your mindlessness onto
Remember the way that the earth shakes
but does not crumble beneath the weight
stop me if you've heard this one before
because the words wont cease
once I have begun
spit out your numbers and lay
down your weaponry
even if you were remembered for
your downfall
you wouldn't be around to feel the ache of pride
Appreciate the beauty of the temporary