Aftermath
The ruins lay quiet, The guns have silenced, Forever. Smoke billows from a bunker, Fire crackles, A solider lays, Where he fell. He sleeps in the debris, Smoldering craters, Over the fields. Tanks, Burnt and blackened, Their long barrels Staring at the Earth, A slick nothing in the dark, Foreground. Fires rage through a shop front, Bullet holes, splashed along the walls. A lone sentry, Stalks the grim, uninhabited streets. A red star glints on his helmet, He looks at his watch, He slings his rifle on his back. With a grunt, he disappears, Into the smoke and carnage. This… is the aftermath Of war.
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Standing at the edge
peering into the solitude that is my life. No light or path, no pool to be seen as the waterfall cascades into nothingness. Seeing your visage, realizing you were not mine. Lonely cliffs and waterfalls. Yet, the tide pulled and tugged. Times varied with the tide and your love faded from one to… Waves crashed on shore and even though, crushed and soaked, the sun rose and dried my withered self as love… I'm like an ocean's tide come in. Yes, you could be the one to hold my Hand beneath the full moon. The stars fell into night as the moon now rose with our love. The waterfall pools into an ocean swimming with the current and bringing a natural flow to life that no longer can function in solitude but needs the ebb of flow of the current, the current of love. (From Melinda’s Point of View-Based off of Speak)
Obscured Truth Inner mechanisms knocking- hammering-skull: command orderly movements, dictate absolute actions, of humanly flesh. the controller of All = massive aging walls of rusted metal reeking of copper. Gooey muscle stores thoughts - and Secrets. outer walls protect obscured truths rattling, about within cages. moaning sorrows clank the protective walls, Like a whining insect restrained in transparent netting. unlocking the vast vault, finite combination No Way In. indestructible Chamber nothing enters …nothing escapes. (Poem One for Speak)
Dreary, daily, dismal death; an emotionless circadian haunting every thought, a detached sensation overwhelming ever footstep, a dying soul fading to the black of night, a desolate aurora reeking of pain Escaping to avoid the pain; fleeing to a corner to evade the misery losing your mind in whirls and spirals leaving behind all the joys life created being alone. being numb. being hurt. being dead. Oonagh: (Nods towards Alette, contorting face into unenthusiastic grin) Murmurs a casual greeting, not meaning to begin yet another endless conversation. Begins to hurriedly try to leave when---
Alette: (Flashes a large smile and stops to speak) Squeals an exuberant reply, and remarks about “unusual” weather. Oonagh: Nods boredly, featuring an eye roll. Chatters a pointless story about family. Alette: Feigns interest with supposedly witty reply, bringing on an awkward silence. Oonagh: Awkward joke that does not relate to any previous topic. Checks watch. Alette: Does not understand punchline. Oonagh: (Visage becomes twisted in a painful, cartoonish grimace) Describes recent hardship in excruciating detail. Alette: (Stares skeptically at acquittance, looking doubtful) Dubious about your exaggerated claim. Creates an even worse hardship that’s meant to impress. Oonagh: Is not impressed. Alette: Laughs. Finally understands the joke. |
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