Create
Glimmer.
Glimmer.
Shine.
If Heaven was in the palm of your hand--
Would you feel it...
Or simply crush it?
Ashes to...
The Creation of all poets--
The Creation of this poet
Was the death of one man.
The soul of our family was ripped away.
Nobody cared.
The world can't be reduced to sound bites...
If it could I would write about everything.
All of my feelings made whole.
Ashes to...
I won't fade away.
Again.
Thinking,
Longing,
That memory of flames
Got me burnt.
Open wide Firefly.
It's not the love you give...
It's the bullet you take.
Mouthful of dust...
Every bit of life leads to death.
And the creation of another poet's
Sad song.
Ashes to...
Glimmer
Glimmer
Shine.
I can't see you.
-posted by Nobius 1:19 AM 
