#rifles - Hello Poetry

We ran From something Unseen. We were Two, a man and a woman River flowed red He is steel. And her tears Bullets. We are Bayonets and gun barrels The earth flourished With steel, straight statues Of trees and undergrowth A perennial memorial Buried, we were Under the earth Meant to last forever Meant to simply be Red silence Enveloped the world My brothers... Glided between the trees Creatures joined Those of all kinds, prowl Across the land Around their brothers The earth split We are the valleys. Gashes Along the veins of the earth Runs red like streams and fountains Wounds dried and flaking Freely beasts roamed Lands demarcated Trampled, trodden We are echoes Within the canyons. We stalk Like spirits, like steel Behind fervor, behind craze They lost Time was forgotten Time was reclaimed Remade We do not know time We do not sow We do not reap We do not see We do not hear The world is never silent But the underground is How would you feel If you knew that The world was hollow Held up by rifles...

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Dec 1, 2024

Dec 1, 2024 at 7:39 AM UTC

Poparjen_Je_Odsel

Red Silence

We ran From something Unseen. We were Two, a man and a woman River flowed red He is steel. And her tears Bullets. We are Bayonets and gun barrels The earth flourished With steel, straight statues Of trees and undergrowth A perennial memorial Buried, we were Under the earth Meant to last forever Meant to simply be Red silence Enveloped the world My brothers... Glided between the trees Creatures joined Those of all kinds, prowl Across the land Around their brothers The earth split We are the valleys. Gashes Along the veins of the earth Runs red like streams and fountains Wounds dried and flaking Freely beasts roamed Lands demarcated Trampled, trodden We are echoes Within the canyons. We stalk Like spirits, like steel Behind fervor, behind craze They lost Time was forgotten Time was reclaimed Remade We do not know time We do not sow We do not reap We do not see We do not hear The world is never silent But the underground is How would you feel If you knew that The world was hollow Held up by rifles...

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We ran From something Unseen. We were Two, a man and a woman River flowed red He is steel. And her tears Bullets. We are Bayonets and gun barrels The earth flourished With steel, straight statues Of trees and undergrowth A perennial memorial Buried, we were Under the earth Meant to last forever Meant to simply be Red silence Enveloped the world My brothers... Glided between the trees Creatures joined Those of all kinds, prowl Across the land Around their brothers The earth split We are the valleys. Gashes Along the veins of the earth Runs red like streams and fountains Wounds dried and flaking Freely beasts roamed Lands demarcated Trampled, trodden We are echoes Within the canyons. We stalk Like spirits, like steel Behind fervor, behind craze They lost Time was forgotten Time was reclaimed Remade We do not know time We do not sow We do not reap We do not see We do not hear The world is never silent But the underground is How would you feel If you knew that The world was hollow Held up by rifles...

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Nov 22, 2024

Nov 22, 2024 at 3:51 PM UTC

mjsayshey

Red Silence

We ran From something Unseen. We were Two, a man and a woman River flowed red He is steel. And her tears Bullets. We are Bayonets and gun barrels The earth flourished With steel, straight statues Of trees and undergrowth A perennial memorial Buried, we were Under the earth Meant to last forever Meant to simply be Red silence Enveloped the world My brothers... Glided between the trees Creatures joined Those of all kinds, prowl Across the land Around their brothers The earth split We are the valleys. Gashes Along the veins of the earth Runs red like streams and fountains Wounds dried and flaking Freely beasts roamed Lands demarcated Trampled, trodden We are echoes Within the canyons. We stalk Like spirits, like steel Behind fervor, behind craze They lost Time was forgotten Time was reclaimed Remade We do not know time We do not sow We do not reap We do not see We do not hear The world is never silent But the underground is How would you feel If you knew that The world was hollow Held up by rifles...

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Everlasting momentum continues, Spiraling out of control. No thought for results, it projects. figure in the distance. Brakes. Tender loving figure, teaching Young to live. - Pause Heightened senses momentarily detect, The Impending danger. Manufactured oculus, The last to witness. Breaks.

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Jan 15, 2016

Jan 15, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC

Desonance

Intersection

Everlasting momentum continues, Spiraling out of control. No thought for results, it projects. figure in the distance. Brakes. Tender loving figure, teaching Young to live. - Pause Heightened senses momentarily detect, The Impending danger. Manufactured oculus, The last to witness. Breaks.

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Guns, Rifles, Bombs, and Knives Have taken away countless lives, but all those mighty weapons cannot compete with the one weapon, the true hurtful defeat. Words. Sharper than any knife. So hurtful, that they may cause one to intentionally end their life Because the worst kind of death is not that within the grave, the worst kind of death is dying while still being alive When you pray during every suicide attempt that you wont survive. That, is when you know that you are already dead. And that.... is the worst kind of death.

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May 22, 2014

May 22, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC

ellie-hughes

Power of the Tongue.

Guns, Rifles, Bombs, and Knives Have taken away countless lives, but all those mighty weapons cannot compete with the one weapon, the true hurtful defeat. Words. Sharper than any knife. So hurtful, that they may cause one to intentionally end their life Because the worst kind of death is not that within the grave, the worst kind of death is dying while still being alive When you pray during every suicide attempt that you wont survive. That, is when you know that you are already dead. And that.... is the worst kind of death.

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