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The bells of Old North Church tolled nine times over Boston,
calling a requiem for humanity.
There under that watchful eye
had risen modernity from the primordial bath of antiquity,
and there modern man stole the reigns of his own fate;
bloodying tooth and claw in ever-steeper ascent.
This silent watcher, relic of ancient days, knew well
that soon the conquerors would race to the top of even its own steeple
and bury it in their wake,
leaving the past to decay underground.
And so the funeral bells rang out not in prophecy but in warning:
"O man,
yearn not foolishly for the past,
for growth is engraved deeper in thy synapses
than in even the Redwood.
Forget not, though,
that severance from thy root is death
and it is the weed and not the tree which chokes out all other life,
it is the tree and not the weed which survives Winter's silent rage."
Big Ben struck midnight over a sleeping London,
where the children of Babel dreamt of a brave new world,
a world in which they climbed the heights of heaven to be gods,
never considering that only Earth's embrace could sustain them.
calling a requiem for humanity.
There under that watchful eye
had risen modernity from the primordial bath of antiquity,
and there modern man stole the reigns of his own fate;
bloodying tooth and claw in ever-steeper ascent.
This silent watcher, relic of ancient days, knew well
that soon the conquerors would race to the top of even its own steeple
and bury it in their wake,
leaving the past to decay underground.
And so the funeral bells rang out not in prophecy but in warning:
"O man,
yearn not foolishly for the past,
for growth is engraved deeper in thy synapses
than in even the Redwood.
Forget not, though,
that severance from thy root is death
and it is the weed and not the tree which chokes out all other life,
it is the tree and not the weed which survives Winter's silent rage."
Big Ben struck midnight over a sleeping London,
where the children of Babel dreamt of a brave new world,
a world in which they climbed the heights of heaven to be gods,
never considering that only Earth's embrace could sustain them.
Literature
Scars
I didn't do it to hurt you
Or to make you mad at me
I didn't do it to show you
The emotional side of me
I did it only to remind me
Of things that shouldn't be
Of pain I've had
Of love I've lost
And what someday
Will be
The scars I hide
For none to see
Are worse than these my dear
And in my heart
The scars I hide
Are the only thing I fear
Literature
Soulmates
Thoughts slipping from your mind
As you try hard but only find,
Forgotten feelings
of something unknown
calling to your aching soul.
But as you begin to fall asleep,
You encounter a distant dream of
Desires coursing through your veins,
Love from one who you cannot name,
Tender kisses from gentle lips.
A tug at your heart,
You want so much of this.
Oh please never make me go back to that place.
I hate it so much,
I would do anything if I could just stay.
But you know it's too late,
You can't sleep forever.
It will always be impossible for you two to be together.
All the time spent,
Will just make it harder
When you finally
Literature
Alone
Alone
as always
thinking back
to what was
what might have been
and now I see
what was once unseen
Awake
can't sleep
left to dwell in emotions deep
what was reality
soon becomes
a lost fantasy
Sleep, Only to be woken
Run, Only to be caught
Scream, Only to be unheard
Escape to the darkness
Into the unknown
Love
Once experienced
Now gone
What was to be
No longer will
All is lost
In spite of me
Alone
As always
Thinking back
To what was
What might have been
But now I see
What once was unseen
Sleep to be woken
Run to be caught
Scream to be unheard
Escape to the darkness
Into the unknown
Only to emerge in the lig
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Not my best, but meh. Inspired in part by CS Lewis' "Evolutionary Hymn" [link] . The line "bloodying tooth and claw" is partly borrowed from Alfred Tennyson's "In Memoriam A.H.H." [link]
This poem is basically my thoughts on the past versus the future. I believe that quality of life will certainly increase in the near future, and it's stupid to always wish for things to be how they were "back then." However, it's a negative aspect of human nature that we always seem to see the old way of doing things as wrong simply because it's old. This is especially prevalent in the modern era.
This poem is in no way bashing Boston or London, they just have the landmarks and historical background I need for this poem.
Hope you enjoy it. Sorry for my rant.
This poem is basically my thoughts on the past versus the future. I believe that quality of life will certainly increase in the near future, and it's stupid to always wish for things to be how they were "back then." However, it's a negative aspect of human nature that we always seem to see the old way of doing things as wrong simply because it's old. This is especially prevalent in the modern era.
This poem is in no way bashing Boston or London, they just have the landmarks and historical background I need for this poem.
Hope you enjoy it. Sorry for my rant.
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For many though, surviving the winter is not enough, and movement, any movement in any direction... is an indication of still being alive.