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Will You Remember Me
Will you remember me, will you remember all those instances of peace and glee, all those times we stepped out of the boundaries and became free, all those times we swam across the vastness of every sea, climbed the heights of every mountain, created fountains of sublimity, that would last for eternity, will you remember our foes and enemies, the prodigious amounts of fatalities, the feign and real realities, that made us whole, that made us odd, will you remember the days in which we fought side by side, to release the hunger for love that was locked deep down inside, to release the hunger for freedom that was torn from our hearts as children, as we scrambled to understand our own reflections, the masses stole our wills for introspection, just to keep us safe, for our own protection, so the sounds of the truth, would not deter us from enjoying our youth, so the sounds of lies, could make us nurtured and wise, the ultimate surprise, to be fettered in a cage of ignorance and insignificance until our forlorn demise, spurious hellos, baneful goodbyes, so many detrimental lows, not enough seraphic highs, pushing us down, so we remain the same size, grinding us down to nothing, so we could become the lost voices, stupid boys and girls who've made the wrong choices, incapable of discerning right from wrong, they're just here to be our slaves, they don't actually belong, round them up in heards and throngs, make them listen to the dumbest songs, just like children, they will maunder on, they will sing along, for they won't be here for long, will you remember, the fires that burned deep within, the thoughts that were filled with pernicious sin, to destroy the masters that tore us from our cradles, the liars who fed us evaporating fables, the killers who took food off of our tables, the bastards who fed us pills to make us lonely and unstable, the demons who entered our dreams, the government's that broke our jaws after we screamed for justice, the parables written by the mendacious, the wealth that was kept by the ostentatious, will you remember, or will it be a fleeting thought, fugacious.
By Charles Freeman8 years ago in Poets
Mermaid's Lair
The Abyss Mermaid's Lair Stop. Back up. Go deeper. Deeper than you feel comfortable with. Feel it. Take it all in. Let it overwhelm you. What do you see? How do you feel? Are you afraid? You should be. At least a little bit. Can you go further? Will you come with me? Or are you holding back? I want to feel it even if it terrifies me. I want to be jolted. I want to explode into a billion pieces of light falling into darkness. I want to be engulfed by it, and breathe it into you. All of you. Who am I? Who are you? Are you ready to look into my darkness to see? This is what you must do if you really want her love. You think of her as if she is only good. She’s a lot darker than you give it credit for. As high as you rise, is as low as you will fall into her depths. She is the master of manipulation and seduction. She is in me, and I am in her. I find myself swimming in her Sea of Darkness. It’s absolutely beautiful. The light defines the dark down here, but it’s calm, eerie, and almost addictive. I could get used to it down here. Floating through this sullen yet sensual abyss. There is a hint of light in the distance, but only enough to silhouette the curves of my body fading into yours. Still dark enough to hide what I don’t want you to see. What I don’t want to see. This Sea of darkness caresses my vulnerability. I am wide open. Like a book for you to read. Will you read it to me? Or must I read your mind as you read my every inch? The look on your face says it all.
By Sirena LaMar8 years ago in Poets
Wings
It all started when I was young. The pain began to devour my small, soft heart. As I grew older it seemed as though my wings were fading. I began to fall slowly into the sins of this cruel world. I began doing and saying things I would have never done before. One sip, and I was done for. One hit, and I was addicted. One kiss, and I became a slave to your horror. I loved you more and more with each passing day. The more I loved you, the more my pain grew. My wings had finally ceased to exist. I was no longer in flight, just falling, deeper and deeper into this darkness. I spent years in the dark with you, making you smile and giving you all that was mine. Until one day, you grew bored of my undying company. You found love under the sheets with another. I calmly forgave you, knowing that I could never un-love your dark entity. You saw I was never going to leave, so you left. You left me in this darkness, with my wings nowhere to be found. I strived off of what small amount of life I could find. Finally, something new happened, and in the midst of the darkness a small angel found me. His wings burned and his halo melted. Yet, I was so intrigued I couldn't find the strength to look away. He compelled my mind and what was left of my faded heart. This broken, weary traveler let me stay by his side. To this day we still walk this world together. Only now, we walk hand in hand as lovers. He's healed my faded heart and given me the strength to find my wings again.
By Nevaeh Thames8 years ago in Poets
