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Shane Jun 2018
How did I draw the short straw to have an empty shelf

I call out in to the emptyness that is my hope and there was only silence

Silence cannot nourish the body, it only serves it's self

Oh please spare me this pain!

Save me from this hunger stabbing in to my stomach with it's demilance

I....

[too week to continue]
Company decided to raise money for a good cause and that inspired me to write this.
Dani Nov 2018
It is made of the finest bark
Standing between two trees
It is open and closed only in the dark
Enveloped in ivy, locked without keys

Vanishes behind rays of the sun
Following the moon so bright
Away it goes when it hears you come
Held within are secrets that make us light

Locked by your chaos heart
With just a key of silence
Opened only in the darkest part
Warriors of life protect with demilance

A door stands in the forest of life's psalm
A door dedicated to shining bright
Only seen when a heart is calm
Hidden because this door cannot stand a fight

Between two trees it stands, insides expanding
To you there is much unknown
But, the ones inside are filled with understanding
In the world behind it, goodness is shown

This may seem absurd, but just highly misunderstood
Maybe, because you have never seen
What lies behind the sturdy wood
But it's truth, I witness, is keen
Garden of Eden? Heaven? Understanding? Plato's "Allegory of the Cave"? A mix of all these..
Written in 2012. Edited in 2018. Working on another version, as I would like to perfect the flow of this poem.
Alaa Sep 2021
Drenched in sweat and blood.
Waiting for the loud thud,
I patiently standstill.
Silently praying that our plan doesn't go downhill.

A sudden loud bang breaks the heavy silence.
A wave of relief passes over me. We won. No need for more violence.
Now, for once and all, I Can remove my demilance.
Someone shouted my name. "Don't!" they yelled.
My body compelled,
but only a moment too short.
I could feel my skin tear apart. I was warm then cold. It was happening too fast for me to sort.
For before my eyes, a foolish-looking man had pulled the trigger.
The pool of blood around me only grew bigger.

Feeling peaceful and dazed I stood there,
silently saying my last prayer.
I could hear someone swear.

A flood of people ran over to me.
I wanted to tell them not to worry, that I will finally be set free.
I wanted to say something: to make a sound.
I was facing up as I hit the ground.
The blue sky was too beautiful that I forgot how to speak.
Our flag was standing tall and proud at the mountain peak.
So many lives were lost for that flag to be there, in the pursuit of liberation.
Yet, ironically enough the only ones liberated are those who left this world of indignation.

I couldn't see the sky anymore.
I was back at home.
I and my best friend were childishly giggling on the floor.
Then, in a thick swirl of foam,
the setup changes to that of a car.
I am happily singing my heart out as if I am some rockstar.
Now I'm in my bedroom dancing like a mindless titan with my little sibling.
The scene changes to that of a school, my friend is calmly scribbling.
In another swirl, I can see my mother.
In the distance, my sisters are chasing each other.
It's just a normal sunny day at the shore.
Now I am back at the headquarters, planning the war.

A sudden pain hovers over me.
I can feel my soul flee.
Now I am at the final scene: my grave. A little child points at it and says: "look mommy that grave is growing an olive tree!"
Alas, I have been set free.

— The End —