more word vomit
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my heart should beat to the drums of my country
and my eyes should gleam with her pride
yet it is as if my heart has run astray and my eyes have turned blind
for they have crossed the border of logic and over the rivers of reason
and here on this foreign hostile soil it has found the love that is you
outside the walls of my home there is war
where death has become the new neighbor next door
and the music of the city has been replaced with the moans of stubborn souls
and the beat of fear is drilled into our mind and we can think of no word or thought that would begin to console
in the walls of my heart there too is a war
between logic and you
you who i am fighting and embracing all at once
thus you have made me a captive
your love has chained me and tied me to the enemies of my brothers
the soldiers of my country and yours lay dead on the battlefield
their blood painting our shared sky a melancholy crimson
under this sheet of sorrow their hearts have stopped beating
and what a traitor i am,
standing here while my heart only beats for yours
how unlucky we are
your love is peace
it is all that i want and need but it is so far out of arms reach it is what i cannot have
how unlucky we are
i cannot go back to you
and i cannot go back to myself
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when the war ends and the crimson skies wash back to blue
and the blood is scrubbed from the streets
these cities will look anew
but in our hearts, our still beating hearts
we are so deeply scarred
veterans of humanities greatest dark
when the war ends the border will open
but we all know that even with these open gates
these beckoning tones
the woes in our heart are sunken too deep and the war will still wage through the anger in our souls
the beat of war has taken root in our heart and it will grow and grow like strangling fig
the war will never end in the bitter souls of my brothers and kin
but for me
when the war ends
i will run across those opened gates and ignore the hateful gunfire and disappointment of my home state
for you my darling i would run through a forest of strangling figs and fight the greatest of tigers
when the war ends
i will embrace you and never let you go
but until i can hold you in my arms, i will hold you in my heart
as long as you will love me with your soul.
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How Do I Live
PoetryI'm mostly just ranting off about things that intrigue me- (+some occasional short story) Why do we love? Why do we create Art and why is it so essential? The loss of architectual beauty- Why are buildings so ugly? What is the desire to be sad- And...
