Let Me Reach Across Time and Space by diddles25, literature
Literature
Let Me Reach Across Time and Space
With the retrospect growing clearer And with the present growing increasingly grim, How much I want to reach Across the time and space-! Let me reach across time and space And let me shake them who laid waste to everything, Let me scream at them about the consequences of Their reckless myopia, a legacy of greed…! Let me reach across time and space And let me warn everybody Of the future if recklessly selfish Pettiness comes to pass, I am crushed…! Let me reach across time and space, Everything seems so desperate, I feel Like screaming, that every eye will Open to the reality of the threat which is on us…! Let me reach across time and space, But there are impossible dreams. Alas, what More will it take if we want to Avoid catastrophe, for God’s sake?! Ruigeam thairis air ama ‘s astair Leis an ath-bheachd a’ fàs nas léire ˆ-ˆ--ˆ-ˆ- ‘S leis an lath’ ‘n-diugh a’ fàs nas durga, ˆ-ˆ--ˆ-ˆ- Liuthad uair gun iarr mi ‘ruigheachd ˆ-ˆ-ˆ--ˆ- Thairis air an àma ‘s an astair…!
A war is fought in the sky Between the sun and winter's eye A war is fought in the air Between frigid and warmth's care A war is fought on the ground Between life and death abound In the tide of waged battle Stands an oak, her branches rattled Shivering, old, and bare But guardian of the scared Bright, spring flowers should dot the hillside But they hide, terrified After all, last year Joe Grew up too soon and froze So the fresh, spring shoots cower Worried of the surface's power Their frantic whispers reach the ears Of the oak who's stood for years "What if the next Joe, I am? What if the warmth is a scam?" "Should I have my coffin sized? For in it will my petals lie" "Hush, now, little ones" Comes the oak's booming tongue "I will show you that it's safe And you'll come to love this place" "I've seen generations of your heads Dapple this hill with pinks and reds No harm came to Grandma Daisy Of hours lived she 180!" "Yet each year you hide in the dark Too fearful to your
'Helen' Means 'Torch'- The California Fires by diddles25, literature
Literature
'Helen' Means 'Torch'- The California Fires
“Helen” means “torch”; In addition to that, the Old men of Troy said of her, “I know Why we are suffering. What beauty, terrible beauty…!" A ruthless Spartan queen reached the Riches of an ancient, sophisticated society With her handsome and immoral Trojan lover; Adultery that ignited dreadful Conflict, threatening catastrophe… They ignited disaster, burning treasures That nothing can replace; Terrible beauty destroyed a society And another terrible beauty threatens To destroy something priceless: Life. Ciallaichimh “Eilidh” “Lòchran” Ciallaichimh “Eilidh” “lòchran”; Is a bharrachd air sin, thuirt na Bodaich Tròidheach oirre, “Tha fios A’m carson a tha sinn ‘fulang. Abair àilleachd, àilleachd uabhant’…!” Ráinig bainrìgh Spartach chruaidh am Beairteas chomainn àrsaidh, inbhich Le a leannan grinn ‘s daoidh Tròidheach; Adhaltranas gun d’ las còmhstri Uasach, bagramh mharbhphaisg… Las ead dosgainn, losgamh beairteas Nach gabh gnothach a chor ‘na àit’; Sgriosamh àilleachd uabhant’
Marmalade and Humanity by natsumihanaki20, literature
Literature
Marmalade and Humanity
As I poured some mango marmalade
Into my old cup with color of jade
I started to drift off in quiet thought
When I saw, societies are alike brought
Some people are the sugar, others the salt
All working nicely as a whole, without a fault
Yet, individuality still being usable to trade
A distinct taste for each nation’s marmalade
Drifting across a purple cloud
With furor above very loud
Hustled a tiny rural pigeon
Thoughts all on gentle religion
When, she found the mantle of death
Drowned like cattle, in a breath
By the strength of a hawk’s jostle
Heedless, health was bound to topple
You dial a number.
It’s a number you’ve known from heart since you were eight, to call in case of emergencies, to talk, to cry and to laugh. This number is home.
The phone rings.
And you wait.
There is nothing else to do.
The knot in your stomach won’t ease, it sits there, heavy, demanding to be felt. A small spark of hope rests in your chest.
Maybe this time there will be an answer.
There isn’t though, after the ringing never seems to stop, and goes on, the only other sound being your breathing.
The voicemail is both disappointing and a relief to hear.
You hang up before it starts recording.
It tides you ove
Love is strong like hate,
Strong or heavier weight.
Holding on until you learn what makes you strong,
Do I really have to ask what did I do wrong?
What is it that I'm missing?
Is it something that I'm risking?
Either it's life or death,
I'm still taking a breath.
To find out what makes me powerful or weak,
So I must make my weaknesses into strength.
I don't have to think of what I want,
My spirit is what makes me haunt.
To open my heart than hardening,
To release something that is blinding.
If hate is strong like love,
It's not just an angel from above...
Even if I'm just human,
We're all inhuman...
Humanity is more than emotional,
I
I can't escape from this darkness,
I'm facing it with loneliness.
Its not that I don't care,
Its always the fear.
Terrified of loosing everything,
Even when I'm crying.
The piano of my soul,
The rain of my tears,
And the heartless of my life...
The darkness saved me from what the light would have done to me,
All because I never wanted to hurt anyone.
In the end... I'm the one who will forever be hurting,
I have nothing else other than my own being.
I don't care if I am left alone and forgotten,
In this coffin...