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Malevolent Protector,
Eyes cold as steel,
Sharpened tongue forged from the same,
Not a blemish of compassion scars your cherubim face,
For your damage comes from within,
A twisted soul and moral compass,
Guide you to you inevitable and lonely fate,
For your guise is only believed by your self,
So as you wallow in your misdeeds,
Laughing at your fellow man's hardship through rose-tinted glasses,
We pity you,
Desecration of love is a criminal act,
You damage as you have been,
Burying hope and loyalty under cold damp earth
callousness embraces you tightly,
Stroking your hair,
And your un-scarred cherubim face...
Eyes cold as steel,
Sharpened tongue forged from the same,
Not a blemish of compassion scars your cherubim face,
For your damage comes from within,
A twisted soul and moral compass,
Guide you to you inevitable and lonely fate,
For your guise is only believed by your self,
So as you wallow in your misdeeds,
Laughing at your fellow man's hardship through rose-tinted glasses,
We pity you,
Desecration of love is a criminal act,
You damage as you have been,
Burying hope and loyalty under cold damp earth
callousness embraces you tightly,
Stroking your hair,
And your un-scarred cherubim face...
Literature
A Poem Unwritten -Revised 2010
"a poem unwritten" -alternate version
this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
it's about a boy no longer
and a town that fell asleep
the boy broke the cycle
and ended the piercing silence
he fought with his life
so the people may live longer
but the father was left alone
and now he has a body to bury
this never should have happened
but this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
that day in class
the boy didn't pay attention
as wrote a poem unwritten
when the boy raised his head
looking for an audience
he found a violent silence
when he raised his hand
to show and tell his poem unwritten
Literature
One Step Closer To The Truth
My body trembling slightly as snow continues to fall
Hitting the floor gracefully disappearing amongst the blanket of flakes.
Ignoring the winter chills I embrace the wind fluttering my golden hair,
Taking in deep breaths, sighing heavily.
A shadow beside me slips a hand into mine squeezing slightly,
Stroking the back of my hand with their thumb,
My gaze was adverted from our hands to the flickering lights.
I turn slowly, heart pounding tightly against my chest,
"Everything will be fine" they whisper into my ear.
They place a soft kiss against my cold cheek
The heat of their lips warm my trembling body.
Nodding slightly, to
Literature
kaleidoscope.
Even though it is said that the human eye can see about 16.8 million different colors, we're all pretty much color blind in the end.
Today, I am blue, and you are red; today the fear begins again.
The sky is a milky white and your eyes are an empty grey, but you somehow still manage a smile: this is the first thing I notice. The second is that your shoes are untied, then that your gaze seems unfocused, then that your hair is a disaster, then that your voice sounds like rain – and I hate rain.
You catch my stare.
I turn away because I am afraid.
You are uncertainty and unpredictability, and for this, I hate you; the unexpected is a d
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