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Alina Councilman Poem
When I think back...
I see your eyes on me across the room,
The way your lips slowly curve into a happy smile,
Your strong arms holding a child,
And I think back...
Do you remember being the "Big Man" on campus back then?
Or the easy ways of the women you've held?
The loving hearts that you've shuttered and broke?
And I think back...
Do you remember those secret games we once played?
Or the silent pleas to the Lord that you've made?
The loving family you've had and destroyed?
And I think back...
And I think back to the way things are and smile,
And I think back to the way you were and I know,
And I think back to the man you've become and I love you,
And I thank back...then I thank God.
Copyright © Alina Councilman | Year Posted 2014
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Alina Councilman Poem
How can you look someone in the eyes and tell them it's the end?
How can you possibly do that without shedding tears?
Or even blinking?
Do you not feel it? That pain, that pain that's taking over
Their soul, as you tell them their life is ending?
Or maybe it's just that you have lost your own soul?
In that instant when you found out that the greatest part of yourself
Is about to disappear,
That its light was about to be permanently extinguished.
Can't you feel it? That sorrow that slowly shutters their hearts?
Or the fear that's taking over their minds? it's a furious fire,
Cutting off any glimpse of hope with its smog,
That fear, its suffocating their soul into its last gasp.
Can't you see it? How that laughter ends sharply, in pain?
How it breaks in half every time, never to relapse into its fullness?
How the darkness stealthily takes over those, once life-filled, eyes?
That following calm,
It's the call of darkness,
Smoothly enchanting their soul into submissiveness.
Until all is in deadly silence,
Their bodies still, their souls forever gone into unknown.
Do your tears come then? Do you feel their pain then?
Do you see it? Or do you stay the same?
Unchanged, unemotional, shell shocked,
And forever unbelieving still?
Copyright © Alina Councilman | Year Posted 2013
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Alina Councilman Poem
White Lilies,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Witness,
Purity,
Deprived of its origin.
Behold,
Clarity no longer visible.
White Roses,
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Witness,
Loveliness,
Stripped away so rash.
Behold,
Beauty destroyed.
White flowers,
All around,
Trampled into dust.
Witness,
Wildness,
Stolen without knowledge.
Behold,
Endless death fighting to prevail.
Copyright © Alina Councilman | Year Posted 2013
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Alina Councilman Poem
Breathless beauty in the world of ice,
Icicles hanging off the tightly coiled noose,
Blue in the face and the body of ice,
Gently cradled by icy old snooze.
Heart that once beat with melody pure,
Eternally banished into freezing unknown,
Broken in pieces, beauty will lure,
Body of ice appears amongst known.
Melody pure, with dreams which destroy,
Wishful and doubting hearts don't belong,
Helen, the prettiest lady in Troy,
Just give up fighting for it wont be long.
Copyright © Alina Councilman | Year Posted 2014
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Alina Councilman Poem
Listen! Listen to that sound!
It's the choir of Angels singing all around.
It's the melody of heavenly pride,
Asking us all to take that ride.
Listen! Listen to that voice!
It's our God telling us to make the right choice.
It's his way of showing us the love,
Love that only comes straight from above.
Copyright © Alina Councilman | Year Posted 2014
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