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POETRY: The blast and the little boy…

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I don’t know if it was a dream
because it was something, I couldn’t believe.

I saw a boy with tears in his eyes
and fire burning his hope alive.

He quietly looked up and to God, he prayed
“please kill me once and not every day.”

I couldn’t watch so I ran and hugged him tight
I promised him it would be all right.

His fragile eyes looked into mine
his empty soul asked me “why?”

I had no answer to what he asked
he hugged me tight as we heard another blast.

We saw those people run as fast as they could
to get away from this rain of blood.

Shouts and screams now filled the air around
more bodies and guns fell to the ground.

Those people were broken, they had nowhere to go
they lost their dreams and now all their hope.

The little boy looked into my eyes and to me he said
“When will it stop, why won’t this end?
They burned my teachers and shot all my friends
they killed my dad and my mother’s now dead.
they tortured my brother until he couldn’t breathe
I just watched my sister beg on her knees.”

The little boy sobbed as tears rolled down his cheek
He choked on his words, as he tried to speak,
“I’m scared of those bullets and the bombs they hold
please tell them to stop so I could go back home
but why would you care, this isn’t your life
I’ll just tell God everything, and he’ll ask you why?”

He slowly moved back as bullets pierced through his head
he was right, no one helped him it was just all pretend.

He slowly faded away as I saw him smiling
“I’m already dead save someone else from dying
let go of your ego and don’t let pride come in your way
free these people let them live one more day
those leaders have power, they don’t care where you are
they divided you into groups and are making you fight their war
lend a hand, not to culture, religion or race
but to those people who have a past to erase.”

What he had said echoed somewhere in my mind?
Why were we killing if we wanted to survive?

Fire wasn’t on this land it was in those hearts
not another nation but humanity was burning apart.

Everything vanished and I knew it was a dream
but for the 10-year-old boy, it was real,
something I still couldn’t believe.

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But I am not God!

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But I am not God!

I know, but you can be the answer
to someone else’s call
you can be the net
to someone else’s fall.

You can be the shade
to someone else’s rain
and you can be the salve
to someone else’s pain.

You don’t need to be a superhero
to wipe away a tear
you can be the courage
to someone else’s fear.

Look my love
in a world where you can be anything
I ask you to be strong
put down your ego
and for once be the melody
to someone else’s song.

I know you don’t have powers
but you must save yourself too
because only then will you help
someone else get through
you don’t need to be powerful
to help another soul
but if you can
then I ask you to be someone else’s cure.

Be kind, my love

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Why are you dreaming?

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Why are you dreaming?
What will people say?
Burn away your dreams
or the world will burn you away.

Scorch all your wishes
and lower all your skies
these people will only hurt you
why do you even try?

Drench yourself in doubts
like you always do
you can move mountains
but no one will see this beauty in you.

Maybe, just maybe….
for once….

Let all those mocking voices fade away
you are a dream in itself
why would you let someone else
dictate your way?

Listen to those voices
echoing in your mind
telling you to believe in yourself
because you’re one of a kind.

Don’t stop dreaming

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Am I yours?

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I am the taunts of failure
the echoes of death
I am the breaking of hope
the words of a last breath
I am the cruelty of fate
the loss of a friend
I am the road untaken
the path to an end
I am the days of despair
the empty droughts of a desert
I am the bird without wings
the loneliness of hurt
I am the sad farewell
the sorrow in goodbye
I am the pain of a wound
the salt in tearing eyes
I am the ruins of a canvas
the sound of fading colors
I am the wreckage of storms
the parting of old lovers
I am the closing of doors
the breaking of dreams
I am the silence of helplessness
I am the wails of grief
I am everything unpleasant
everything disliked
I am poison
venom
I am the uncured
but however I am
Just promise me
I’m yours.

I’m not mine, but can I be yours?
Poetry from: Curing My Venom 

 

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Monster Monster in the Mirror…

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Break down your façades
your masks are slithering off
enough with all these covers
show me who you are.

Why are you running away from me?
Where will you hide?
Tell me what I need to know
I’m sick of all your lies.

Release me from yourself
I am no longer yours to keep
your form is changing again
you savage, ferocious beast.

Foolish girl.
Impatient child.

I am another image of you
trapped behind this glass prison
before pointing your fingers at me
remove the dirt from your vision.

You’re living in deception
there’s so much you don’t see
you’re the one who’s hiding
confiding yourself in me.

Why don’t you look a little closer?
and you will see it too
I am nothing but your reflection
shying away from you.

You’re transforming, look at yourself
and you will see it clearer
the monster you’re attacking
is showing you the mirror.

You’re not a beauty
darkness is smothered on your face
there’s venom in your touch
you’re nothing but a disgrace.

Cover your eyes, go ahead, block me
but there’s nothing you can do
how many layers will you wear?
I’m the monster hiding in you.

Monster Monster in the mirror

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