A killer is on the loose,
Within the world today.
It lurks along the streets,
Crippling those it meets...
Traveling by gateway.
Descending upon the innocent,
It seizes all control.
Weakened is their might,
Taken is their sight...
Victim to a blackhole.
To some there is no escape,
For darkness is relentless.
Imprisoned, they are caught,
Too weakened to have fought...
The users are defenseless.
It takes on many identities,
Along this quest to conquer.
Whether powder, liquid, or pill,
It assumes the facade of a thrill...
Beneath hides a true monster.
Devoid of any prejudice,
It preys on everyone.
Mothers, daughters,
Brothers, fathers...
A plague you can't outrun.
There must be some hope,
For this slaughter to cease.
A path towards the light,
Salvation within sight...
One day there'll be peace.
One day.
(b.m.)
For the wallflowers, the dandelions, and the moths. For those who sometimes feel less, feel average. The ones often overlooked, often misplaced. You have beauty that goes deeper than what your appearance can exude. You are the dreamers, the artists, the poets. You see the world as it truly is, without the filters and masks. You look past labels because you don't need validation from society to know who you are. A moth is just a butterfly with a different name, after all.
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Sunday, April 29, 2018
Invasion
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Monday, April 9, 2018
Elements of Him
i'll never forget
the c r e of his lips,
u v s
prominent on his face
like mountains
risen from the earth.
or
the w v s of his hair,
a e
cascading over his head
like waterfalls
powerless to gravity.
or
the r m l of his voice,
u b e
carried through the air
like gusts of wind
moaning as it blows.
or
the t r l of his touch,
h i l
heating up my body
like wildfires
scorching the earth.
i'll never forget.
(b.m.)
the c r e of his lips,
u v s
prominent on his face
like mountains
risen from the earth.
or
the w v s of his hair,
a e
cascading over his head
like waterfalls
powerless to gravity.
or
the r m l of his voice,
u b e
carried through the air
like gusts of wind
moaning as it blows.
or
the t r l of his touch,
h i l
heating up my body
like wildfires
scorching the earth.
i'll never forget.
(b.m.)
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water,
wind
But,
A galaxy full of stars,
each shining an
eternal light.
But,
how lonely is Mars,
surrounded by
eternal night.
A planet full of souls,
each thriving on
the highs of life.
But,
how gaping are holes,
created by
the lows of life.
A body full of cells,
each unique to
my very self.
But,
how sadness dwells,
a burden on
my very health.
(b.m.)
each shining an
eternal light.
But,
how lonely is Mars,
surrounded by
eternal night.
A planet full of souls,
each thriving on
the highs of life.
But,
how gaping are holes,
created by
the lows of life.
A body full of cells,
each unique to
my very self.
But,
how sadness dwells,
a burden on
my very health.
(b.m.)
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Reflected
I stumbled upon this empty shell,
as I walked along the river.
Maybe it was the decaying smell,
that made my body shiver.
Something about it drew me near,
as I ventured beyond the trail.
Maybe it was the feeling of drear,
that made my skin go pale.
Most beguiling was this ivory stone,
as my eyes became transfixed.
Maybe it was the stark white bone,
that made me so affixed.
I soon realized the connection,
as my chest welled up inside.
Maybe it's my own reflection,
that this empty shell implied.
-b.m.
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