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Light in the darknessLight shined through the cracks of dark despair
Signaling there was optimistic hope
Girl named Belena silently wept
Her tears glittering with gray
she took a glance and knew
She was free.
Forever acquaintedonce you know something, it's already there
once something is gone, it'll never return.
Life pushes forward, never moving backwards or staying in the same spot for too long
You start at the innocence, and end in the crusted knowledge
When you make a cut in fabric, you can patch over it, but it's never really healed.
It's just hidden underneath.
Humans make mistakes, and can mend them, but the mistake is still there, even if life if pushing forward.
Once you've done something, You can never turn back....
Warriors of love:: Chapter 1Warriors of love
Boarding for a never ending trip
The small stream flowed down hill. Not flowing too fast, or slow. The blue hedgehog played with his toy beside it, running off to catch it again every now and then. His pink companion sitting by the stream, her feet dipped in the gentle water. Again, the blue blur ran off to catch his toy again, tripping and catching it. He shrugged it off and held up the toy. "Got it!" The pink hedgehog clapped in response.
Suddenly, the sky began to darken, as if a large storm were coming. He looked up and then back at her. "maybe we should go home Amy..." he said, a bit worried. She nodded and stood up, slipping her shoes on. Amy waved good bye and headed off to her house. "bye bye Sonic" she said.
Sonic dashed to his house in no time, only to find his parents waiting outside for him. He knew something was wrong, despite how young he was. "Momma? What's going on?" he asked. "n
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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