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Brilliance Is Irony Somedays I'd ask why. Why today? Why not tomorrow or next week or in three years? On a few other days, my mind you jump on what. What really did happen? What does this mean? Then my brain would flick to where and when and so on. But I'd never get anywhere; I always got caught up, my mind would shut down, numb itself out before I got to finish.
Everyone would watch me, watch my brilliance. Brilliance- stupid word. Brilliance just means one of two things.
Either you're obedient, you sit and learn. You listen to their meaningless words, the language of lies and corrupt beliefs. You play along with the falsehood, their tales become your religion.
Or you give them hell. You cry and pout and scream, only to watch their faces distort in rage, shock, sadness. You push against the boundries of their laws, driving down their fables, letting them burn before your feet. When disprove their orders, injustifying them, praying th
Is This Goodbye?I love her.
All of her.
Her smooth, pale skin.
Those glassy, black eyes.
The charcoal eyelashes that frame them.
Her small, delicate lips.
Black mess of hair floating around her face.
My hand grasps her's.
My fingers rub her's
Barely warming her hand.
Her hold is limp,
All she does is stare at me,
Her face emotionless,
Her eyes dark, empty.
I try to look into them,
View her soul, thoughts.
But all I see is the cold, hard
I turn around,
Letting her hand slip out of mine.
It flops back down,
Landing in the velvet surrounding her.
A single, simple, all-telling tear
Slides down my cheek.
The angels lower her in,
Casket gliding into the black earth.
The seraphims' soft song is
Drowned out by the grievers,
Their cries, moans floating
Like little butterflies across the cemetery.
My mouth opens,
Expecting screams to come out.
The SilenceEveryone says he's different now, that he's changed. I don't believe them. They act like he's dead or that he left and isn't coming back. He's the same, I know it. I know it deep down in my heart that he never changed. He was in an accident at his work; he welds pipes together. It was bring your child to work day and I was so excited I almost peed myself. The manager said he would be working on the assembly line that day while I stayed in a little room with a few other kids. A few hours after production began, a scream roared. It shook the natural hum of the whirling machines, making everyone stop. All there was shouting and screaming, pain coming from the person yelling and pain from those who were watching. Then, out of nowhere, the screaming stopped. You would have never heard such silence before this. It closed in on the factory, on the machines, stopping them in their rhythmic pattern. No one moved, let alone breathed. Slowly some one, there voice shaking, said that my
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