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A Quiet FarmThe sounds of the city buzzed loudly, tormenting their ears; maybe that’s why they never heard. Maybe if they had lived on a quiet farm in Indiana, they would have heard it sooner, caught it sooner. Maybe. Maybe the incessant singing of the sirens was louder than unjust words shouted in anger, louder than yet another vehement exchange over some trivial thing.A Quiet Farm
Maybe it was the constant roar of a million cars that drowned out the sound of slamming doors and clicking locks; maybe they drowned out the angry music blared out of loneliness. Or maybe it was the drunken laughter from the apartment across the hall that muffled th
by ~MacabrePicadillo
The Children of WarThe Children of WarThe Children of War
There stand the spawn of battle-locked nations, The offspring of napalm and Agent Orange. Each one, curled up, crying and alone. There stand the children of war.
Born victims, destined to be martyrs, The children of war are weaned on suffering And swaddled in the tears wept by mothers’ hearts- Hearts that know the end is drawing near.
A child sits in the dirt, shaking with fear, Her tearstained face searching pitifully For comforting arms and loving words, Finding none, she cries.
A child stands with a wound created by
by ~MacabrePicadillo
Loved ScumTonight I will dine with a stranger,Loved Scum
A man wrapped in mystery. I’ve heard he may be a prophet, But he wants to eat with me.
So rumors I’ve heard can’t be true,
Why would he touch one leprosy? Why would he bother to heal the sick, And why would He eat with a man like me?
A man like me, cloaked in lies And the lowest form of thievery. Consumed by the sin I bear, What could he want with me? ***
Tonight I dined with a stranger, But now I call him friend. &n
by ~MacabrePicadillo
ScarsTears begin to well in my eyesScars
The number scars I never realized. You sat me down and showed me each one, Never stopping until you were done. The dam breaks, and the tears fall If only I didnt have to see them all. Your scars are so gnarled and cruelly made It seems you fought a war with no aid So many scars I can hardly see Your skin. The tears might not stop if You show me again. They had always been there, I assumed But each scar started with a wound. I could not imagine a body so cut and marred. So I asked You why You had been so scarred. "I took the beat
by ~MacabrePicadillo
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General TransmissionSo after it's all over, I wakeGeneral Transmission
up to find myself alone. A naked body tangled in sheets, hair covering the pillowcase like a gunshot...and I
can barely feel my heart
beat. It's shuddering in my chest. The first morning I've woken up without tears standing in my
lashes, without biting my pillow in order to drown out the heaving screams. I reach out and grab the box of your things, feel around for
familiar things... and hold them. Feel their coldness wake me up. &
by ~vampiretr
Jeremiah...The quietest silence and the softest sound, could not compare to the caressJeremiah...
of your voice.
Your kisses dry like honey from your lips, and press onto my own like gold foil... Delicately flaking off after each tender embrace...
Forcing you to return over and over again, replenishing what I have gently licked from my lips.
You are the secret
that I live off of the spice that fills my lungs and streams through my blood, each and every day.
All I can express is amazement
by ~vampiretr
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