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Tempest;
darkening skies;
waves crashing on the beach
and cliffs as the storm rages in
its might.
darkening skies;
waves crashing on the beach
and cliffs as the storm rages in
its might.
Literature
They Are Les Miserables
My lover died in the arms of un-remembrance,
Leaving me a lark in his place,
Leaving me no more need of him.
The hypocrite was taken by the river,
In a deliberate act of ironic selfishness,
And as he fell, he dreamed.
The boy fell at the hand of the merciless street,
Strewn between bodies,
Just another child who did not live to see the morning.
The young blood went with the eyes of his beholder,
Who is also known as the man who loved and believed in him,
They faded with no more than a histrionic sigh in a forgotten flash of red.
The battered rose slipped away in the arms of one who never saw,
The rain didn't hurt her but the woun
Literature
Jehan Prouvaire
On his knees
And forced to be blind
Breathing copper air
He makes no pleas
To those left behind
Brave Jehan Prouvaire
He lived for revolution
And spoke words of gold
Blood covers clothes and hair
He was part of the solution
Believed what he was told
Word master Jehan Prouvaire
He shouts as if confessing
Before the coming night
The break his stride was a dare
To deny what he's professing
Knew that he was in the right
Noble Jehan Prouvaire
A shot rang out
as if angels sing
The executioner does not care
The dead man's friends shout
and the echoes ring -
the final words of Jehan Prouvaire
Literature
On My Own (Grantaire Parody)
And now I'm left alone again
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home, without a friend
Without that hope they all can renew
The empty bottles all drawn near;
I pray for the numbness I hold dear
Sometimes I stumble through the streets
When everybody else is sleeping
I'm losing focus and sensation
But the bitterness I'm keeping
He spoke of black and red
The words still ring inside my head
On my own
Pretending he's beside me
All alone
I walk with him 'til morning
Without him
I drink away my sorrows
Until all I see is him and me
At least until tomorrow
In this haze
The pavement shines like silver
All the lights are m
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Another poem from my poetry project. This one is called a Cinquain.
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