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DelusionAwake on streets sides in dawn, with all dreams gone,
While the gutters mimic streams from the early morning drizzle.
The lakeside shores of tattered asphalt screams black,
Like the foreboding letter from a massacre killer.
Loud are the footsteps which pass them by, make them cry,
From a day's penniless begging, of futile raging.
Silent are the tender emotions, like untold contortions,
From twisted tales for attention, in search of redemption.
The horizon is blanketed in smog, mountains in fog,
Like islands floating in the sky, awaiting anchorage.
The blue exposure behind is a pale, ashen celadon,
Like the background of romantic memories.
Thick are the hearts of young lovers, fleeting flutters,
Of summer romances towards making advances, stealing chances.
Thin are the minds of logical reverence, their only preference,
Of those that know no daunting, only flaunting.
Nights here seem endless and everlasting, like no moons passing;
Fluorescent teeming of all-day shop lights are their guid
IncandescentThey smelt of fires and scorched in flames,
Like those which smolder unto regal glowering embers,
And their breadth of ashen caress was thick with malice.
Frozen chrysanthemums blister in mottled delight,
And the flesh of concrete relish ignited envy in insecure eyes,
Where rippling calls of lust betrayed their sin.
The harboring injustice belittled the mind, infatuated crime,
With the anchor melting issues of stark cadence,
To which the stars bled laments of such misdeeds.
Hither come towards bestowing life carrying dignity,
Wrought with the splintered sheath of sanity's holding,
Upon the wise knowledge of acknowledging wisdom.
Dreaming of daisiesDo you remember those days of past,
Where our dreams soared high like kites in the sky?
The twirl of parasols danced before our vision,
And we swore that the stars swam above us.
Currents of air played wistfully within out fingers grasp,
But the fleeting tides of dandelion tethers always deceived us.
Your hum of smooth resonance betrayed little of your soul,
Yet I listened as the moon pays acknowledgment to the sea.
Billows of silken sunlight bathed our shoulders in rich tendrils,
And it was on these days that we imagined we could fly.
You used to tell me youd pick me a bouquet of oak leaves,
Because the sweet lull of roses engulfed my earthen glower.
I used to sing you caresses of innocent lullabies,
Even when your own lack of innocence sought otherwise.
The daisies in my hair fluttered like wings of a bird,
And the curl of my toes when you touched them made you smile
Long roads wrought from the horrors of fairytales stole you away,
Like rivulets of dusk e
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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