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annanotherthing Apr 2017
I searched for you across wild oceans,
Never daring to dream that I would find
Such a *****, dangerous, delicious passion
Which, after more than four hundred summers, still burns hot.
But you are colder now.

When I discovered your riches,
I knew I had to possess you entirely.
The blood lost and the blood lust
Was worth it to make you mine.
But you are bolder now.

I never wanted to set you free.
Your Declaration of Independence nearly destroyed me.
I had to accept your right to Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness,
To lose you completely would be unbearable.
You are the scolder now.

Like a white knight, your white light saved me,
As it seared through flesh, turning skin inside out and the whole world upside down.
You were Oversexed and Overpaid,
But I needed you Over Here beside me.
You are the shoulder now.

Through time and space, our destructive power has bound us together,
I have fallen; my heart is given; my soul is sold.
I'd lie for you, I'd die for you;
Take tooth for tooth and eye for eye for you.
It's all in a sexed up folder now.

Of late, others say you have grown so ugly;
Distorted and deranged with and beyond belief;
Frenzied and overcome with hate, but I still love you,
Still long for our special relationship.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder now.

anna jones ©2017
Will Cowell Mar 2017
War
While stone and flint my habitat
And paintings drawn our laminate
At waters edge by dawn I see
An atavistic human he

In robe and cloth I worship him
Despite my deadly human sin
At waters edge by morn I see
Repentant, somber human he

Through chain and mud my journey bound
A service to the king and crown
At waters edge by noon I see
The strength and will, of human he

Famine, fault and sorrow grows
A blackened drape of illness sows
At waters edge this time I see
A learned, almost human he

Brothers fall on Flanders Field,
That wound, still hurt, will never heal,
At waters edge by late I see
A catastrophic human he

By night we know our time is done,
Our lesson learned, our kingdom come
At waters edge this eve I see
The path of Human History
she walks
focused, undisturbed
empty roads once filled with life
touching the walls of her memory
searching for one more laugh
ignoring one more cry

she remembers
as clear as the sky
a boy blond as the sun
fast as a thousand horses
but couldn’t outrun death
she still wonders why

she hears
echoing in her ears
her father’s peaceful music
the gentleness in his voice
that made her feel at home
when leaving wasn’t a choice

she sees
her mother’s stern, blue eyes
above her big, warm heart
one that in such a world
she needed to hide
to play the part

she reads
from the very first page
words that opened up her eyes
ones that never leave her mind
for they remind her of the brother
she could never leave behind

she hopes
the world doesn’t forget
all that’s written in a book
for all she really wants
is to keep alive the people
she loved while she could
dedicated to and inspired by 'The Book Thief'
Vitorio gash May 2016
Freedom,
It's a big word,
Not everyone has it,
But everyone should,
This day we stand still in holland,
For all the people who've died in ww1 and ww2 and to all the people after that,
I stand still,
Not only for the dutch people who've died,
But for everyone who died in the conditions of war,

R.I.P. Everyone who've fought for our freedom
gray rain Apr 2016
You died for what you thought was right
in a non violent way
you died without a fight
on the day
you tried to right
the political way
you had to write
a paper to say
the message right
but you were caught
and were executed on one February night
and you never saw the day
when they were wrong and you were right
This is based of of the story of sophie scholl. I thought her story was interesting.
-Paradox- Mar 2016
Everyone gather 'round,
and let the story unfold.
Of one man and his army,
that acted when told.
These are the men who sold everything,
to a man with no soul.
Who didn't believe in equality,
with nothing to uphold.

He took the lives of many,
with all but a plastered smirk on his face.
His army behind him blindsided,
all willing to **** in order to reach a higher place.
Somewhere there is cloned perfection,
where everyone fits the mold.
The later realized,
that this idea was completely twofold.

One side satisfied with the way the world was run,
the other too conceited to leave it untouched.
The world is complex, completely so-
with one tweak it's delicate balance is crushed.
Sending Germany's citizens into a frenzy,
the Jews and the biased to be terminated,
to achieve ******'s goal of a perfect world,
without any threats of future enemy.

The other countries disturb the process,
halting the progression of the German empire.
So ****** decides he is to go to war with them,
though they were to clever.
Unable to win,
he knows it is his end.
In time after he is gone,
the world had him condemned.

His army's plan disconnected faces,
unaware of what they've done.
Living in fear they'd be the next one to go,
so they followed him one by one.
They understand now,
why everything was unjust,
and how they could've prevented it,
if only there was one man who they didn't trust.
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