One by one they fell in line
out the window and into the fray
where the flowers bloom and the sun still shines
the skies are never gray.
a utopia built from peace
maintained by statues left by gods
men enter the gates wishing to change the world
thrown out by unearthly intentions
Life was given with high hopes
taken away by shattered dreams
crumbling through the cracks
slipping into nothingness.
from despair to glee
hand in hand we walk
togetherness is key
from the ashes
to the graves
we are given time to talk.
Soldiers for the state
Bodies for the ground
a simple sun setting
a feared moon watching
bloodstained grass
rusted steel
battered fort
Ten thousand souls betrayed
Gray lights search for life
flames burn eternal
kind eyes cry
ghosts of the past feel sorrow for the present
The war won
the battle lost
hate is far from gone
the mist of the creator is leaving the shores
Oceans have never been as blue
They can move mountains
Sway the public opinion
Bring peace to souls.
A story within the soothing glance
a narrative beyond.
Joy masks the hint of sorrow.
The golden age takes a bow while the modern steals the show.
I wanted justice.
Peace of mind.
A reason to sleep soundly.
I follow footsteps that lead to dead ends.
Mystery surrounds the poetic device
Finger tips soaked in faith
Ink on the carpet
All around the kingdom falls.
Justice is for the weak.
Revenge deserves every bit of attention we give.
Life crumbles
Death thrives
Caught red handed with the tears of god.
A symbol of hope rings throughout the land.
Glimmering and calling unto the worthy.
Taking swords and clubs to fight the evil that took away the freedom of man
Light is rare in the kingdom.
when it shines, you do not take it for granted.
Rise up and believe that someday soon, the sun will be shinning upon all.
a love poem lost in a sea of uncontrollable anger.
washed down in the depths where no man has ventured.
a cynical man knows the quest could take years.
a sane man knows not to try.
how much could we take if we worked together?
questions asked by a child in danger.
love is solid as an icecube in the winter, but summer is fast approaching.
what I know now can change the man.
purpose is the fabric that made the idea.
we have every thing to live for
but nothing to gain.
A Sad Piece by a happy man by StoryTeller92, literature
Literature
A Sad Piece by a happy man
If I die tonight, it will be while I'm sleeping.
My eyes closed tight, no one to know what I'm thinking.
Stuck inside my head
everything surreal.
Nothing left to dread
nothing left to feel.
They will find me dreaming, even though I am not breathing.
They know I've needed this long awaited rest.
One by one they fell in line
out the window and into the fray
where the flowers bloom and the sun still shines
the skies are never gray.
a utopia built from peace
maintained by statues left by gods
men enter the gates wishing to change the world
thrown out by unearthly intentions
Life was given with high hopes
taken away by shattered dreams
crumbling through the cracks
slipping into nothingness.
from despair to glee
hand in hand we walk
togetherness is key
from the ashes
to the graves
we are given time to talk.
Soldiers for the state
Bodies for the ground
a simple sun setting
a feared moon watching
bloodstained grass
rusted steel
battered fort
Ten thousand souls betrayed
Gray lights search for life
flames burn eternal
kind eyes cry
ghosts of the past feel sorrow for the present
The war won
the battle lost
hate is far from gone
the mist of the creator is leaving the shores
Oceans have never been as blue
They can move mountains
Sway the public opinion
Bring peace to souls.
A story within the soothing glance
a narrative beyond.
Joy masks the hint of sorrow.
The golden age takes a bow while the modern steals the show.
I wanted justice.
Peace of mind.
A reason to sleep soundly.
I follow footsteps that lead to dead ends.
Mystery surrounds the poetic device
Finger tips soaked in faith
Ink on the carpet
All around the kingdom falls.
Justice is for the weak.
Revenge deserves every bit of attention we give.
Life crumbles
Death thrives
Caught red handed with the tears of god.
A symbol of hope rings throughout the land.
Glimmering and calling unto the worthy.
Taking swords and clubs to fight the evil that took away the freedom of man
Light is rare in the kingdom.
when it shines, you do not take it for granted.
Rise up and believe that someday soon, the sun will be shinning upon all.
a love poem lost in a sea of uncontrollable anger.
washed down in the depths where no man has ventured.
a cynical man knows the quest could take years.
a sane man knows not to try.
how much could we take if we worked together?
questions asked by a child in danger.
love is solid as an icecube in the winter, but summer is fast approaching.
what I know now can change the man.
purpose is the fabric that made the idea.
we have every thing to live for
but nothing to gain.
A Sad Piece by a happy man by StoryTeller92, literature
Literature
A Sad Piece by a happy man
If I die tonight, it will be while I'm sleeping.
My eyes closed tight, no one to know what I'm thinking.
Stuck inside my head
everything surreal.
Nothing left to dread
nothing left to feel.
They will find me dreaming, even though I am not breathing.
They know I've needed this long awaited rest.
I saw the future once
Everyone wanted to know their fate
Governments wanted my allegiance
Media wanted my time
You wanted to know what happens to us
I hid the future then
Everyone demanded to know their fate
Governments declared me terrorist
Media called me fraud
You said I was a liar
I lived the future last
Everyone pleaded for hope
Governments launched their bombs
Media called it Armageddon
You spent the end with someone else
So I stopped trying to see the future
It's a complete bombardment.
No room to breathe.
No room to think.
Nothing but bombs hitting each side.
One is more damaged than the other.
The other is more violent than the one.
Each control their weapons with practiced skill.
Surely they are a near equal match.
They shall soon destroy each other and themselves.
Oh, but that is not the worst part.
Not by a long shot.
There, quiet and peaceful are three young willows, are in the middle of this battle field.
All three are scarred.
All three are wary.
The eldest seems to guard the younger two, her branches shielding them from the ballistics.
She may be there with her siblings but she
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