Falling,
Bending,
Melting,
Into Nothing.

Hardly breathing,
Gasping,
Suffocating,
Breathless.

Losing,
Left out,
Wasting,
Decaying.

Colourless,
Blank,
Drained.

Slipping,
Sliding,
Breaking,
Disfigured.

Struggling,
Straining,
Pressing,
Bleeding.

Overloaded,
Flooded,
Sunk.

What brings the wind?
What brings the rain?
The thunder rolls...i feel the pain.
The sun goes down...the night invades and suffocates.
The city sleeps...i stay awake.
I look, I stop, I look again. I think. I pause.
It makes no sense.
I bend...I fall...I hit the earth...
The icy drops blast me with their weight.
The wind slams into my back.
I wish to rise, but I can not.
Bound hopelessly by all, abandoned and distraught.
The rain continues its demonic rhythm.
But feel it I or not? And matters it?
For senses dull, a mind confused, a soul crushed...
What can one feel?
The lightning splits the sky ahead blinding the globe.
The thunder claps at my ears reigning on its throne.
In a second, Earth lives. And lives eternal-ly.
In a second, we die. Yet I was really dead too long ago.
The time when there was hope.
The time when there was peace.
The time when there was courage, honour and display of might.
All gone...all vanished...all are now none.
Where was that cliff that caused the fall?
How came it there?
All useless now...tis too late...to search
For causes and effects.
Yet there were once battles, some lost, some won.
But there was a spark back then.
But now...bleeding...bloodied and blackened i lie.
Bathed in darkness endless, bathed in ______.
It will be soon but now...the eyes will give themselves away...
the arms, the legs, and all the rest...
It is the end.
The burden was too large...could not be carried. It is now but only one result to have.
I gasp for air. The rain but floods my gaping mouth.
I choke. My breath grows short.
My body shudders within itself.
My eyes grow dim, they turn to stone.
I want to say something...desperately...to the world...
I can not...i choke even more...
I try to raise my dying arm...a symbol if I could...
The hand seems for a moment animated...but falls lifeless once again to be no more.
I can not tell it to the world then.
Yet even if I could, it would understand it not.
SO it is so.
And it is thus.
This is what will come to pass.
The mind is dead. The body too. The soul dies in agony.
The only thing...the corpse.
It will decay. Just leave it there.
For it is no one's. And it is no one's care....

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antony

I am a fish—a fish at heart.
And did I mention I was smart?
What’s that I see?
I have some company behind me.
A shark with sharpest teeth and determination.
Full she is of anticipation of a healthy ration.
Shall I oblige this shark such dinner
And make her think she is some winner?
Oh that can not be
For I shall always be free.
I must now swim quite fast
Until the danger is past.
Bye now proud shark.
You shall never hit your mark.

The stars just twinkle in the night.
Isn’t that a pretty sight?
Aren’t you in much delight
To see them shine with such a splendid light?
Now, look above to the right.
You see that star? You see its height?
It is the one that shines so bright!
It is the one that symbolizes might!
But no matter how many pages you write,
You will never get its nature quite right.

The sun is setting. Its last weak rays spread across the blue sky gently landing on the tops of the old pine trees. Long cirrus clouds are swimming in bands away from the distant horizon to unknown, undiscovered lands. The first stars are already being born far away where the faint rays of the sun can not reach. Up above a tiny star is dropping from the heavens creating a bright streak of light. Soon it disappears behind the trees leaving nothing but a memory. The last frail beam of light lightly touches the face of a mockingbird before slipping below the horizon. Shortly the last traces of light will be gone and darkness will descend upon the solemn countryside. The air which was just hours ago fuelled with the warmth of summer sunlight is now chilly and unwelcoming. A light breeze stirs it into motion and rustles through the leaves as if searching for something and not finding it gives up falling silent.

The river flows into undiscovered land.
See there how it turns at the bend?!
It hurries not, but gently passes
Perhaps saying hello to the nearby grasses
Or perhaps conversing with the breeze,
Which speaks of nothing but the trees.
Filled with wisdom from all it has heard on its way
The river gives its knowledge to its brother—the Bay.

(feel free to make suggestions for improvement)

afro

The silence falls all around.
It reaches the ground,
Where nothing is found.

It is a deserted place,
Which has lost its face
And has become a disgrace.

The ground is neither cold nor warm.
Now it has no form,
Which has become the norm.

There is no wind here
Or even a breeze near.
Not a speck of sand can steer.

Darkness in mourning slips down
In its blackest gown
To hide in its depths—forever—what once was a town.

(Feel free to applaud or to point out deficiencies and things that could be improved upon. Criticisms are welcome since that is the only way to improve writing.)

afro

just joined this "justsayhi" thing. don't know all the tricks of the trade yet...hehe. Are there any tricks? I know there is trade though: yes, I am referring to exchanging messages and the like...

anyhow, nice to be here and there and everywhere all at once, if you know what I mean. If not, think about it...

cheers!