The Second Haven
2. You kept hope even when you couldn't
I learned how to watch things go to waste
Born from the flames, I am just the ash, the fallen
I think I'm the only thing can hold life with cracked arms
The last piece of heaven is on the surface of my skin
Yet I'm here in the front yard as demons stab me
I can't move, my feet won't shuffle but I feel no suffering
Just fear and joy, defending this house
Not knowing what I'm fighting for
No blood spilling out,
just sparkles oozing out, then coming back into my body
Smiles greet around me and I can't help it, my face mimics their teeth
It's a washing machine inside of me and I just keep feeling clean
There is nothing left of me, I had forgotten who I was
My body has a promise, I can feel it
It's only one thing I can do, fight til the end
There are so many blinding flashes
I wish there was something I could lose
About the Creator
KuroHoshi
A Poet, An Artist, and the person who tries to become a living star
I write the about the creatures from underneath my mind
Some are happy, others are truthful, but I'll let you decide what's their fate
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This was so poignant! Loved your poem!