Thoughts II am the before and afterafter before.The hole in absence.The rush of fear gliding through your skull.3/12/09By Sarah
Cradle the CrowThey say they don't want to fallIt's to late now. They're bags of skinfalling at each shot to the head."With a crooked smile it'll end."whispered the old woman.They were words meant forthe snow. Never heard from again. This story is lost.With a push and a little shove theywalked a while. With an ever growingfear that surged through their bodies,they entered the camps. Cries of pain,faces like skeletons, and smells of burningflesh, greeted them. Their graves wouldsoon be their next stop. This story was lost.A couple held their hands tightly together.The Nazi General gave an order his voicesounded like the rage of a bear. Menand woman became separated. The loversgripped harder, men pulled them away likedead carcasses. They held on until soon onlytheir cries kept them together. This story was lost.Children marched to their favorite song.Singing merr
No man's bodyThese eyes are shut.These legs are shattered.This burning agony is rippling through,The sun/pain/meTime ticks it's ever growing scythe.Profound are the words they shout.Absurdly I shall go.Freedom seeks redemption,and I am but the liberator.Released are those who want to be.Free are the laws they set for me.Blood shed comes before independence.I am but a battered child.Walking with a pallid surface.Please let this body go
Nonsensical is just that.I am made of ideas said the succulent bird.I am made of lies said the lion to the porpoise.I've eaten these two up and thus I've become an idea stricken liar.The pompous man laughed at this riddling cry.I shall ask him why such a laughter had over come his mouth.His little reply was Does the porpoise possess a lie in him or is he nothing?Over come with contempt for the man I stomped away.No one should question nonsensical things, for they have no meaning.They are what they are.
Moon complaing meanless wordsStupid moon.You fuss at night about how your glowing will never matchthe brightness of the Sun.The stars turn their heads away, keeping their earsclosed so tightlyI could have sworn then that they couldn't hear a thing.I found myself wrong at that observation.Stupid Moon.You bother the hell out of Space.He only wants to spread his width farther then theeye of a human can see.You only make me want to engulf all his space andrun away with the humans and the planets.Stupid Moon.I wish you'd only see that you are a mere reflection of theSun's graceful rays. Your too dull to match such a force oflight.Fucking Moon turn around, your complaining riddles ustill our ears start to bleed from annoyance.