Sunday, June 8, 2014

Folded papers in a frail, white hand

stardust on pale front steps
sunshine on bleeding lips
'good luck' to a homeless man
spontanious combustion

kind words to a dying soul
white birds on a pedistool
melted candles and burning wax
rusty shackles and broken backs

a full moon on a silent night
loud cries and the start of a fight
a trail of blood and shards of glass
sand castles made out of ash

remains of a system's demise
light fading from tired eyes
snow falls on a ransacked home
smeared ink on a telephone

harsh whispers in a wrinkled ear
blood mingles with a fallen tear
gunshots in the smoke filled air
waterfalls of tangled hair

speak loud and keep your head up high
fake smiles and little white lies
daisies blooming in a window sill
bad intentions and an iron will

rain pools on clouded glass
stolen goods at the end of mass
weak pleas and heads bent low
white lights and a jet black crow

cruel men and a velvet tongue
two minds forced to work as one
chapped lips on a broken face
small patterns on pale, ripped lace

rust stains painting their own world
a crumpled dress and red hair, curled
a blank paper and a heavy heart
a clenched jaw as her world falls apart

wet hair lying limp in a chair
lying lips whispering a final prayer
thumping beats and a plastic cup
tall grass and a water pump

loud opinions to no one that cares
soft words, too hard to bare
burnt skin and cold, bruised fists
empty eyes and pointless lists

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