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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Silenced tears, muffled screams, A storm penetrating in your chest that seizes your soul, Is god watching the world burn? The bricks that create a barricade were the ones confiscated within me, and with mentioning it, those guards have crashed and now are under sea water level so nobody could pick it up again- and slash it apart as they reached to an end. Somebody would have told me that the people who arise on the earth, are the most selfish of all. And that I shouldn’t be one of them, and offer everybody kindness- the kindness that they deserve. Humanity deserves kindness as do they deserve voyaging somewhere further than this planet- to the moon and back- to idolize living or to live without regrets replenishing within us. Some ultimatum I have yet to learn as we glide to the moon, the atmosphere makes our hair follicles bristle, stand up, nourish our hearts, heal what has been shattered, demolished, and stepped on as we didn't matter, take in what has been given to us. We stand on two feet even when they try to knock us down- mother would occasionally whisper into my ear in the aftermath of a day gone haywire, surfing and gliding along the shallow waters of the Atlantic, beneath the bridges that were created to sustain humanity through humanity is far from sustainable- we desire the world to revolve around us, though it doesn’t. Far much worse than that, words bleed and ricochet into our souls when you care and love too much- they have the upper hand, they have the power to wreck you, with malevolent intentions I have come to spontaneously embrace with flashing open arms. They break whom they oh so testify that they love- but love doesn’t involve breaking, creating a walking hall of shame, loving doesn’t necessarily involve humiliation, love involves, love confiscates our soul. Barricades the evil within us- makes us softer and wiser, whiplashes against our embrace, has the power to evolve the tides to shimmer down, has the power to drown with a loved one- thinking far from our subconscious- what is right and what is wrong becomes an idea, an opinion regardless of our own. If you love you can never die, though you killed with each step of the wayside, Mother whispers unconditionally, into my ear as we sit and taint the sand with our fingers drawing, painting, devouring ourselves in art and intellectual- if they ride with you, they will die for you, vowing to never saunter away from your replenishing tears as you grip the hardware floors in the drowning devotion of you tears, will vow to never batter you, nor beat you, with words phrases or metaphors, or with bats, keychains rattling once making their grand entrance- you will never feel the need to hide in the darkness of harvest hours from the hardened gaze of a loved one- if their hands that grasp you down, torture you mentally or physically, they do not love you. They lust you, they feed on your fears, inwardly, despises your hardship, and they despise how strong and capable of taking the beatings, whether with words that beat you or baseball bats. You are the freedom seeker, you are the sacrifice when it comes and dwindles all down to who's going to be the one to give up their lives, for a loved one. Skeptical are you? For every montage to go haywire in the blink of an eye, for your whole life to drum against the hues of your heart? Though death isn’t as scary when you love somebody more than you have ever loved yourself, Perhaps We are the love worshipers- because if I ride with you, hesitation drumming against my ear becomes a whisper- I’ll die for you. Let me die because nothing ever is infinite, allow me and tolerate without smothering over your grief over my self sabotaged death, So that my ghost could haunt you, envelope you in the real world, Just as you did to me. For infinite."
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