Category: 08th

She stands on the golden cliffs,
Waiting
Love is fleeting in her time,
So she breathes her last breath,
And then some.

He rides home after a war of tyrannical rule,
Hopeless
Countless deaths fill his head,
As he remembers fallen friends and foes,
And then some.

He sits in his home, alone,
Crying
His love left him some time ago,
For he hurt her in more ways than one,
And then some.

She is broken, by anguish,
Joyless
She stands, the only one in the field,
Never to feel again,
And then some.

Their harmonies are broken,
Wretched
A red string broken in two,
Dead and dark forever remain,
And then some.

The way I see it
Is dreams and light,
Through patterns of stars fully lit and bright;
Unable to imagine with our powers of sight.

Like the blind soldier,
With vision anew,
It captures a silence too cold to be true.
The very beginnings are shown to so few.

Why would the bitter winds of Winter revel in such fate?
When secrets unearthed reveal to be lost,
And all shred of hope is covered in frost…
At the very least…what is the cost?

But past that avowal,
What more to confess?
Through shimmering curtains with power of best,
To planets unknown for us to conquest.

With skies dappled purple,
When oceans stand still,
Worlds seem to bend with only a will,
And time stands unmoving to capture our fill…

But the way I see it,
It is you and I,
In a perfect world where no man can die.
This blissful peace, alone to commit,
A silent world…a way to see it.

Her eyes
Are leaf shaped
Piercing green in the spring
In the fall
They turn to a warm hazel

Her neck is long
Strong
And graceful

Her skin is tough
It can take anything
Even a lightning strike

Her memories
Are clear and vivid
She has deep roots
Sh knows the whole history of this place
She has been here a long time

She loves pinkish purple flowers
And adorns herself with them once a year
In celebration
Of the new life and possibilities
That may come
When the flowers turn
To pods and seeds
First green, then brown
Like her eyes

Her heart
Is warm and loving
In the summer sun
Even under shading branches
Which offer protection and shelter
As the wind softly whispers her name:

Luna

I am not trying to save the world
The world will survive
I am trying to save Us

We, the ones who cannot stand each other but also cannot stand life without the company of another
We, who try to make sense of what does not but cannot comprehend the very basics of life

We, who will tear each other apart from the inside out
We, who will turn against one another on a battlefield of endless death
Until the last man standing
Is standing on a pile of bones so tall that when he looks down
He falls to his doom
To our doom

In a trillion years the Earth will be gone
In a trillion years we all will be gone
In a trillion years all that will be left will be dust
Floating through time and space
Dust and memories of a civilization that once was
And that never will be again
A trillion years may sound like a long time but
It’s not

Our future is finite
But time
Is infinite

We are the small species that once considered themselves the rulers of that single, miniscule corner
Of the Universe

We are the babies that will never grow up
Clutching tight to our hearts the unimportant and inconsequential
Secrets and plans
Clutching our
Worries and hopes and dreams
All for a future that is already alive in the past and present
In time and space
They are all the same thing

We are a single sentence in the billion volume series that is the history of the Universe

We are the once alive and remembered
Forever dead and forgotten
We are the ground that the next world will be built upon
And fall upon
We are the smallest and biggest that ever has been
That ever will be

We are fleeting
We are bursting
We are small

I closed the door and stepped back
Staring at the sidewalk cracks
Hoping to wake up
From a dream that was corrupt

Why did we have to leave
It was so hard to believe
It was time to leave my friends
Waiting for the dream to end…

Oh how I missed my old school
With broken windows and creaky stools
The memories I made
To leave them I was so afraid

The memories I made
I was thinking of them as I laid
On my bed, in my house
I hear the squeaking of a mouse
I’m back at home but it’s so dark
I look outside at my old school’s park

I tell my friends I’m coming back
To that old school
To that old shack
This dream just seems so abstract
When I wake up my mind goes black

You wake up with no senses
Over the coming seconds
New smells flood your brain
Dizzy lights dance across the sky
Hearing beeps and muffled voices
Being lifted in the air, feeling the doctor’s hands on your wrists

Going home, in a comfy stroller
Looking around at new sites
Houses in deep shades
Cars in light shades
A bright sky
Things you cannot possibly describe
Falling asleep in a crib upstairs, your mother next to you
She looks at you as your eyes close, suddenly afraid of the darkness

The first day of school awaits
Colors everywhere: red, green, yellow, blue, and purple
Everything is so bright and welcoming
The teacher welcomes you into the classroom
Sitting next to you is your longtime neighbor, and you realize something
You’re going to be here for a long time

The first day of middle school is before you
You don’t want to get up, but you do anyway
Dragging yourself downstairs towards the bus
You head to school
There is your elementary school crush, who waves to you
You wave back and go to your classes

Heading to 9th grade is no sweat
You already went from elementary to middle school
Your mother drives you
She gives you a peck on your cheek
Saying goodbye to her only baby

Its the last day of senior year
Hanging out with your friends
Getting the courage to ask your crush to dance
A kiss under the night sky
Stars dancing, a nice breeze

Heading to college
A new world
Your mother sobbing in the crowd
Hugs you tight and wants never to let go
You wave goodbye

You meet a person you want to grow old with
Meeting their parents is a challenge
Your partner switches views
You move on

This is the one
You clink glasses and celebrate
You propose under the evening sky, a sea of oranges and violets
They accept and slip the ring on
One kiss

At the wedding
Your mom greets you and walks you down the aisle
You give her a hug
Your life is starting

You kiss under the trellis filled with white blossom
Heading home in your car
Talking about the beautiful day

You have your first child
A beautiful name, Amelia Rose
Your first blossom on the family tree
A second baby, Lily White
Another blossom on the family tree

Your kids head off to college
It’s your turn to wave goodbye
Just like your mother, those many years ago

Your mothers funeral
She was already declining
You put a white blossom on her casket
Whispering a prayer

Your kid’s babies
They are brought into the world
Being a grandparent is exciting
You only wish your mother could see you now

And now it’s your turn
You’ve already accepted your fate
You say goodbye to your loved ones
As the last candle flickers
You slip into the darkness

Goodbye smell of candles
Goodbye to the touch of wood on your bed
Goodbye water, the taste still on your tongue
Goodbye family, holding their hands
Goodbye voices of your daughters
Back where you came from
Goodnight