The last time I was home feels like an eternity ago. I wonder if my wife and children still love me. Do they even remember my face? Will I ever see them again?
For nearly a year we’ve waged war. At times I feel like I don’t even know what for. Squabbles over government, weapons, power, fear, nowadays it all feels the same. Some say we do it for our country. Sadly her habit of injustice makes me question whether patriotism is worth losing my life.
A good night of slumber interrupted by a boom. Another bomb, if only God would intervene and end this war. Upon reaching the site of the explosion I’m greeted by bullets flying overhead. It isn’t the combat that lingers in my mind however; it’s the carnage that follows. We manage to drive away the enemy, but the scene around us will torment me until I die.
A village once thriving and exuberant, now a ghosttown in more ways than one. Our captain yells to check for any survivors. Tearing apart the rubble, I find all of them dead. One is lying in a pool of blood; he looks just like my son. Tears flood my eyes as I stand in the **** called battlefield.
A lone tree languished In the world’s oldest Forest It being the first Tree whose branches Had been butchered for a book Creating clean, crisp, pages And how the tree moaned It’s voice infecting the wind Howling throughout the night And lingering on into the day Causing the others trees to shun it They were content to merely sway In the breeze Or basking in high noon Concerned with nurturing Their own nutrients, Their sap preserving their old ways Until the first library First bookstore First College Came to claim them all
You are a hurricane, swirling around your lives, You're trying to be peaceful when someone is throwing at you knives. From house to house you travel in swift dance, In Sufi gathering you found another chance.
So wild, but yet so pure and quiet, Yourself - you can revolve a riot. With tropical cyclones you rapidly move in, Behind you not always leave a ruin.
Rebirth, reset and reconstruction, Comes after your soft kind destruction. You can rule over any man, On future's life - you have no plan.
No matter if you blow or just breeze in, You know for sure who you are from within. Just be your own distinctive self, And put your harsh past on the shelf.
the leaves have entered the house more are thriving and not wilting. the vibrance ever so strong Amongst the flowers carried by its fat stems.
our steel founded doors do not stand a chance. All are persistent enough to fill half of this home with wild ferns, curling perpetually.
All grew faster than the strands of my hair thats already been boosted by the magic of human calibre. It pushed me to a side, a small space, and sooner it will just be one tile In this checkered flooring
I am surrounded, my toes to touch the silky forest capsuled in this house. The vines slithering around my legs
Self destruct not a personal choice Its like being possessed Not having your own voice addiction takes over like a interdimensional entity Feeding on our souls Draining our energy Self control out of reach Anger building up Nowhere else to hide Run away Been left on my own another day Thoughts getting louder is it just me? People still judging on what they can see
you destroyed me in the best way possible your hands on my heart impossibly warm and all-too hot i never planned on loving you the way i do now; you've earned it (as if my love was anything worth earning) you haven't seen it (as if my love was anything worth seeing)
you destroyed me in the worst way possible because you mean so much to me you're just out of my reach i never planned on losing you the way i have now; you smile at another (as if i could look at anything else) you care for another (as if i could care for anyone else)
you destroyed me, but maybe i destroyed myself for you
Another year has come to a violent end yet again the people do not disappoint death destruction chaos misery abound nothing different to those times before as always nature the master of mankind with other malicious forces is entwined!
Another unknown year is about to start here we go again into the twilight zone full of uncertainty where nothing is clear so may I just add Happy New Year!
In a society of perpetual war! Is there any light at the end of the tunnel?