Falling bombs and flying bulle by Salouros, literature
Literature
Falling bombs and flying bulle
The child wakes up
With light shining in his eyes.
But this is not the warm embrace
Of the sun's loving glow,
But the fel fires
Consuming the place he once called home.
He lifts himself up
Knowing what he must do.
His mother and his sister are crying,
Bitter tears carrying only pain and sorrow
At the memories of their hero dying.
The child remembers it all,
Every whistling bomb,
Every shrieking bullet
Playing a glorious cacophony
While he wills himself to live.
For even as he sees his city burning
And how his brethren become enemies
Of the countries they once cherished.
He still hears the tears
And sees the wails
Of those
We see it pass us
Day by day,
Before our very eyes.
Its fleeting,
Lasting barely a second,
Yet is also everlasting.
It can burn us,
Consuming our very minds,
Or it can comfort us,
Keeping us warm and protecting us
From the darkness of being alone.
It cant be seen
But it can blind us,
Making the world appear completely different.
Its a forbidden practice,
Accepted and practiced by all.
It is the taker of life
And the giver of it.
Gone from our lives,
The world is empty and dead to us.
The bond between family
Strengthens when we suffer its tests.
We are defined by the actions
Of this blessed curse
While
The babe never asks.
The child doesnt care.
The adolescent ponders.
The teenager is consumed by it.
The adult is haunted by it.
The withered old man cares about it no more,
For he has the answers he needs to those questions of life.
The ancient knows the answers to those questions
For he has seen the horrors
And the miracles
That life has to offer.
He is losing the war against time
As it slowly gains ground
Through a war of attrition.
He constantly is fighting the battle
With the inner demons
That lurks in his depths.
He wins the daily skirmishes
Against life
And all it throws in his way
Day by day.
Each moment a
You were terrified of the loneliness
That you thought you'd have to face.
You were petrified by the thought
Of never having that special someone
To share your life with,
Even for a little while.
You never saw her coming,
That angel glowing with beauty.
You couldn't imagine meeting her
In that speck of land in the middle of the sea.
You saw that the glow came not only from the surface,
But from her depths,
Making her that much more radiant.
You couldn't even imagine
The bridge, the stream and the full moon
Shining bright over your heads
As her lips met yours..
As your hands ran through her silken hair.
As her arms held you ti
Why do I bother?
Why do I fight it?
Why do I try to go against
What always was,
What always is,
What always will be?
I could be in a room
Full of them,
They are who meant
To help you through
Those darkest hours.
And I could shout
'Til my voice goes silent,
'Til my blood runs cold,
'Til i breathe no more.
I could shout.
Yet my voice would be
Like a whisper in the gale:
Unheard
And unnoticed.
That is how it is now.
And that is how
It shall always be.
To be who you are
is to be enough
To share who you are
is to share enough
To do what you love
is to do enough
There is no race to win
and nothing to be proven
only dreams to be nurtured
a self to be expressed
and love to be shared
Never doubt your worth
and always know
without any doubt
that you are truly valued
Spider Silk And Crescent Moon by Salouros, literature
Literature
Spider Silk And Crescent Moon
I can try
To look away.
Those eyes
Seem small
But are able to hold the world in their grasp.
Her hair like spider's silk
Herself the spinner of this velvet web.
If i were to replace
The crescent moon with her smile
Night would be day
For such is its brilliance
And warmth.
All i want
Is to hold her close
And protect her from harm.
To gaze upon that sunny crescent smile
Would be my air.
To hold her close
Would stifle my hunger.
To kiss her lips
Would quench my thirst.
To feel her love
Would complete my life.
The night creeps
Into my mind.
It's depths immeasurable
Its secrets dark.
It's always black
Save for the end,
Which sheds some light
Through a small tunnel.
That's how it was,
How it used to be.
That one tunnel of light
Seemed to be the only exit
Out of the deepest depths
Of that sea of night.
But then came the other lights.
the small candels to that tunnel's sun.
Insignificant at first,
Barely a whisper on the wind.
But those candles became
A roaring flame,
Dimming that tunnel's light.
Those once quiet whispers
Now roar like a gale.
It's no longer dark.
Morning's here.
I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness
and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under
I yell for help but no one is there to hear it
I begin to see the water at eye level
and I kick and flail
fighting to stay above the darkness
But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me
and I slowly begin to give in
to the feeling that lies below the water line
the waters starts to fill my lungs
the lungs that once held so much life
yet now they allow the murky water to replace that
I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness
But why doesn't someone grab my hand
pull me from darkness's grasp?
because no one knows I stand at
The Burning House
There is the burning house
Haunting forever our dreams.
We smell the black smoke,
We see it rising,
Like a fel specter,
Rising,
Out of a lone chimney.
Our palms scrape
Against the window.
The fire eats
Away at us
As we claw for freedom.
We dream of home,
Family,
Friends,
The past,
As we become a part of the smoke.
Why?
I did not steal.
I did not kill.
The key is there,
Yet out of reach.
Why?
We dream of home,
Family,
Friends,
The past,
And we blow away
As the ashes in that grey tuft of smoke
Caught in the wind.
Eternally sleeping,
We are free
From the burning house.
Matthew Salouros
Falling bombs and flying bulle by Salouros, literature
Literature
Falling bombs and flying bulle
The child wakes up
With light shining in his eyes.
But this is not the warm embrace
Of the sun's loving glow,
But the fel fires
Consuming the place he once called home.
He lifts himself up
Knowing what he must do.
His mother and his sister are crying,
Bitter tears carrying only pain and sorrow
At the memories of their hero dying.
The child remembers it all,
Every whistling bomb,
Every shrieking bullet
Playing a glorious cacophony
While he wills himself to live.
For even as he sees his city burning
And how his brethren become enemies
Of the countries they once cherished.
He still hears the tears
And sees the wails
Of those
I feel alone,
Surrounded by many.
I walk on the bridge
Above the abyss.
Behind me
Holds darkness and the past.
In front
Storm Clouds and the future.
I'm screaming,
Yet do not make a sound.
I'm crying
Yet my eyes remain dry.
The edges of my knife are sharp.
Kindness cuts.
Cruelty slices.
I'm always bleeding,
You just can't see the wounds.
I scream,
I cry,
I bleed,
I beg for help.
All you have to do,
Is acknowledge me
And maybe those clouds will break.
The Eternal Rose
What is love?
Is it not the rose
Whose petals are red
With lust and passion?
A heavenly pink
For tenderness and romance?
The purest white,
Serenity and comfort shining through.
Is it not the thorns of the rose
That makes our hearts bleed
If we are not careful?
Love is the life
Of this beautiful rose.
Care for it not
And it will wilt and die.
But if you nurture it
And always take care of it,
Then it can last forever.
We laugh,
We cry,
We live,
We die.
This is how our lives go.
We fade,
We shine,
We love,
We pine.
For that is how things go.
The happy man laughs,
The sad man cries,
The healthy man lives,
The sick man dies.
Thus the Fates weave our threads.
The forgotten fade,
The famous shine,
The lovers love,
The lonely pine.
So we must live our lives.
Though each person may try their best,
The rules by which we live will never change.
There is one thing,
In our control.
For though we fade,
And pine,
And cry,
Hope is ours.
And with it,
We shall always fly.
We laugh,
We cry,
We live,
We die.
This is how our lives go.
We fade,
We shine,
We love,
We pine.
For that is how things go.
The happy man laughs,
The sad man cries,
The healthy man lives,
The sick man dies.
Thus the Fates weave our threads.
The forgotten fade,
The famous shine,
The lovers love,
The lonely pine.
So we must live our lives.
Though each person may try their best,
The rules by which we live will never change.
There is one thing,
In our control.
For though we fade,
And pine,
And cry,
Hope is ours.
And with it,
We shall always fly.
The Silver Lining
Its up to everyone
To make the silver lining
In their cloud.
You are responsible
For staying strong.
You have the burden
Of facing your fears.
You alone, are all you need
To live up to your hopes
And to live up to your dreams.
You may feel alone
When you deal with your weaknesses
And with your fears.
But always remember
You never really deal with them alone
For you will always
Have your friends by your side.
And there,
In your friends
And in yourself,
Lies the strength you need
To conquer the world,
And to destroy your fears.
What You Were To Me
I keep asking myself
What you were to me.
Your image,
Your aura,
Haunting my thoughts.
And then it hits home,
What you were to me.
You were my sun.
You were my sea.
You were my shine.
You were the meaning of life.
You were my life.
Yes, my love,
You were all these
And more.
But then,
With those thoughts of you,
I remember more.
You were my sun,
But now the warmth of your embrace is gone.
You were my sea,
But the last drop of your love has dried.
You were my shine,
But my hope now fades.
You were the meaning of life,
But now nothing makes sense.
You were my life,
My love.
But now,
With you gone
The Mountains
The days begun
And the mountain
Of problems and troubles
Can be seen.
First step,
Second step,
Third, fourth and fifth.
Each step,
Each inch
Presents to us
Something that tears us up inside.
But then,
We can see the top.
The steps are easier
Thanks to those we love.
We reach the top,
Those problems behind us,
Our friends and family
By our side.
Then, we see the bigger mountain
We need to deal with tomorrow.
And we smile,
For we know we are not alone.
The Burning House
There is the burning house
Haunting forever our dreams.
We smell the black smoke,
We see it rising,
Like a fel specter,
Rising,
Out of a lone chimney.
Our palms scrape
Against the window.
The fire eats
Away at us
As we claw for freedom.
We dream of home,
Family,
Friends,
The past,
As we become a part of the smoke.
Why?
I did not steal.
I did not kill.
The key is there,
Yet out of reach.
Why?
We dream of home,
Family,
Friends,
The past,
And we blow away
As the ashes in that grey tuft of smoke
Caught in the wind.
Eternally sleeping,
We are free
From the burning house.
Matthew Salouros
I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness
and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under
I yell for help but no one is there to hear it
I begin to see the water at eye level
and I kick and flail
fighting to stay above the darkness
But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me
and I slowly begin to give in
to the feeling that lies below the water line
the waters starts to fill my lungs
the lungs that once held so much life
yet now they allow the murky water to replace that
I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness
But why doesn't someone grab my hand
pull me from darkness's grasp?
because no one knows I stand at
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