how long have we laid here
side by side
for an epoch's breath
of starlight in a roving universe
enchanted moments
see a night of a million years
until day slowly unearths us
from our play
but clinking and scuffing
distant voices loudening
muffled soon unmuffling
to a crisp and a brightness
the yellow hurts our eyes
how dare they disturb us
you are carefully wrapped
and put into a box
loaded and driven away
they are still digging around me
with their small shiny blades
and tickly brushes
I thought we'd be together always
we were not far from eternity
we had made friends with forever
I can still feel your scales beside me
I wonder how the other dinosaurs fared
in The Great Bang
Categories:
loudening, age, destiny, fate, humorous,
Form: Narrative
Nine past the hour of six
Something, I want to do and fix..
I go to a room quickly mix..
Various music in a playing disc..
Then, I stary to turn on the plug..
As well as loudening volume's thug..
Nothing will halt me to log..
For I will start my routine jog..
Sweat starts to drop on my neck..
Nevermind, I continually jive in check..
Jolly I am to take and take..
Keeping all my cells alive and wake..
It was of so much fun..
That's what, I feel as I'm done..
I begin a circle of run..
Stretching my arms in stance..
A bit different exercise at night..
During day, I work on my job site..
Mingling with persons somehow in white..
talking happily and light..
by: olive_eloi
6:27pm
19/11/2013
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tuesday evening
Categories:
loudening, body, for her, for
Form: Rhyme
Discrimination,
Through my windows,
Touched my skin,
And nailed down my soul.
I were born untouchable,
My colour was dark,
My loving nature was dying on the stretcher,
My tongue tasted,
The sweet and sour; a taste.
The colour of my black eyes,
Flamed fire into someone’s heart,
My natural visionary sights,
That was covered under black hairy strips,
And my skull was burning ashes.
Pain was sucking my blood,
Red tissues were turning gray,
My death was natural.
Nobody claimed my dead body,
White-eyes and fairy hands,
Donated my heart to a posh,
That was lying on a money bed,
And eating his golden spoon and silver plates,
Someone restored my organs,
For human research,
A candle was burning in a corner,
Donate your blood for human beings.
My beheaded body,
That was covering with a mercy sheet,
And a voice was loudening in the sky,
God may bless him.
Air was freshening the dirt,
Forgive him to stay in heaven,
A shrinking voice was weeping bitterly,
Empty hands were rising up,
Is this a natural life?
Why did you give him a birth?
If a poor has no equal right to live.
Categories:
loudening, caregiving, education, family, history,
Form: Verse