The last man alive
raised his gun
and emptied it
into the sun
as it sank
out of sight
left alone
in the night
he couldn't decide
what he'd won.

I am of man, yet still untold.
Hold tide together and race into sunset.
I am of man; atrophied, and unfold to meet daybreak air.
Set, I am hollow -- a stale, earthly wear.

My mouth aflame with bitter tracks; a  place unreckoned to a soul.

In convulsion and life do these things run -- in whatever thrives, to throbbing piles of char.

In darkness and whatever else may be near their grip,

power

in both

is inevitable.

c.e

Breathe it out;
a sigh tossed through a wind
struggling and bending;
rustling fruitless treetops,
and turning dead leaves with roars.

A collision of warmth against cold.

fond of fire
like a bond; tightly knit
and brightly burned,
until war spreads its fingers
and its light
is the only thing in vision.

scarred red with heavy scowls,
like the moon and its ventures; the sun, and the places touched by its warmth.

home lay in chaos, with corners written in orange,
and walls done in blood.

tear the scape to it's heart,
and poison soil to a grave.

heavy curtains of smoke
dream and cling to halls,
sickened and thick
are my ears to these walls
"hurry child, bless them,"
voices marred and screamed
painful in their volume,
"miles and miles heaved;
your hands to be condemned,
your feet to tire and bleed,"
vicious in their pith,
"for you own not your breath,
nor a fraction of your mind."

I don't want to be something, I want to be someone*
I found that written in my bio book
To be someone
to matter
isn't that what everyone wants?
no one wants to be something
an object
used
sadly I never feel like a someone
I feel like a wall most of the time
I'm there, supporting
but no one talks to a wall
no one cares about a wall
people lean on walls
and walls protect people from outside forces
but no one protects the wall
That's why I'm the wall.
I'm there for support, but no one's there to support me.
I guess I really resonate with the quote above, I don't want to be an object
I don't want to be used, I want to be someone not something....
I wonder when I'll no longer be a wall
when I'll be a person
alive