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Ink Flows Beyond The Lines

The ink flows beyond the lines| Felt-tip left scars| Scribbles and stabs| Colours shine like a rainbow| The memories we froze| The words recorded in the memory of nature's essence| The life they give| The life we take| Often tortured| Tossed away| Memories erased, crunched away-| Shredded into pieces-| Left for dead| We do not remember, but they never forget| Chopped down for new land| Taken away from their land| Bare| Naked| Stripped| The nest no longer lay| Time for the inevitable which means time for our process-| Daily routine| We use them for information of stats and events| Our lives are dependent upon them| Our lives are unthinkable without them| I need you to express myself with emotions and stress| Uncanny how harsher technologies have eradicated you from our everyday| Less and less dependent upon them| We use televised broadcast and technology with which they are replaced| One good deed for a brainless feed| I sk...

Follow The Light

You see the light shine bright on the other side| Try to catch it before it hides beyond the clouds| Shadows fallow as you stumble| One last breath as light runs away| Speed up to catch one last glimpse| Try to preserve its brightness for another day| Tears flow down as your last chance fades out| You know there is no option for another day| You reach the mountain top| Though the light lost its bright| No more life as you see your last days slowly fade away|

Without a Home

I saw eyes stare and scold with no remorse| Passing by making assumptions| Disdained prejudgments| Looking the other way| Never behind the page| They only skim| Never in search| The details they skip| Un-highlighted and overlooked| Can't bear to stare into the eyes crying out| overflowing with tears| They shun without questions| Not knowing the events that led to their present| To make them feel better they laugh and they mock| And spit on the streets they walk| That's their home!| The world forgot and left them with no hope| They pray to the sky hoping for light| It gets cold at night| Though not as cold as their hearts|