dx/dt and dy/dt - partners in crimes against humanity
two coupled equations, that could be decoupled
- equations who beg the question of
their existence, wondering if there is one solution
or three? Will one line answer everything, or will it take
pages and pages of scratch-outs and screw-ups to determine
where at least one equilibrium point lies hidden in the numbers
and variables looking back at us. It’s common to cross your fingers
and hope the problem isn’t complex. Hope that you won’t have to separate
the imaginary from the real and instead be faced with two
beautiful, real and distinct eigenvalues that have the solut
Interviewing My Mother (Draft Five) by XxDark-MaidenxX, literature
Literature
Interviewing My Mother (Draft Five)
It is easy to get caught-up in life
Easy to look up at the sky
and forget to count the stars
Instead letting them rotate around you
Making their mark in the sky
While you head inside
because it's too cold
It is easy to forget the little things in life
Like asking how someone's day was
and genuinely caring about the answer
it's easy to take what you have for granted
I didn't want to do that anymore
So I started asking questions
"What was my mom like before?"
My Uncle John, he would look down and smile
thinking of better times when
He'd be over with my Aunt Kacie
Riding around on our q
Abecedarian of a Lost Soul (Draft Three) by XxDark-MaidenxX, literature
Literature
Abecedarian of a Lost Soul (Draft Three)
A boy, a girl, a hero
Brave, fearsome, courageous or
Crazy enough to travel where
Death himself lives - carefully calculating their
Every move and desire as they begin
Forgetting themselves and forgetting
God as they close their eyes shut, trying to
Hold on tight while memories rush in
Invading their senses, leaving reality
juxtaposed with the faces of whom they
killed, but why they had to die, they’re no
longer sure. Call it war, call it justifiable
murder, call it what you may, but in the
night when gunshots are the one and
only thing that wakes you and
pain is all that reminds you you’re alive - even
quicksand appears to be a
dx/dt and dy/dt - partners in crimes against humanity
two coupled equations, that just might be decoupled -
whether partially or completely - equations who beg the question of
their existence, wondering if there is one solution
or three? Will one line answer everything, or will it take
pages and pages of scratch-outs and screw-ups to determine
where at least one equilibrium point lies hidden in the numbers
and variables looking back at us. It’s common to cross your fingers
and hope it isn’t complex. Hope that you won’t have to separate
the imaginary from the real and instead be faced with two
beautiful, real and disti
Letter to God (Newest Version) by XxDark-MaidenxX, literature
Literature
Letter to God (Newest Version)
Dear God,
I know it's been awhile, since I've written to you
But what to write, I had not a clue
There was this girl, a friend of mine
with beautiful eyes and a smile divine
I loved her eyes, I loved her laugh
She truly was, my other half
Maybe it was wrong, how hard I fell
but when I was with her, my heart would swell
Together we'd spend, hours at night
Kissing and cuddling, until it got light
Maybe I sinned, maybe I was wrong
but my feelings for her, were too damn strong
I asked her to marry me, and she said yes
What happened next, you can only guess
Time went by, the years slipped away
But no matter what, I'll remember the day
The day she
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his unraveling
His pen runs dry as words cease to fall
From his pressed lips
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his undoing
His journal fades to a memory
Locked deep inside
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his suppression
His thoughts turn silent
As his well runs dry
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his flourishing
His life becomes extant
As warmth floods through his veins
Love, is the poet's death
That brings him to his knees
It silences his words
And opens his heart
I am
The serpent, in your eyes,
The fire, beneath your skin,
The coldness, in your heart
The poison, in your blood
I am
The rocks, in the scales
The justice, beneath the lies
The pain, behind the truth
The storm, within your lungs
I am
The shadow, in the flame
The whisper, in the wind
The craters, inside the Earth
The trickle, beneath the stream
I am
The poison, in your blood
The storm, within your lungs
The trickle, beneath the stream
The reason, behind your scream
I am Thanatos
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his unraveling
His pen runs dry as words cease to fall
From his pressed lips
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his undoing
His journal fades to a memory
Locked deep inside
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his suppression
His thoughts turn silent
As his well runs dry
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his flourishing
His life becomes extant
As warmth floods through his veins
Love, is the poet's death
That brings him to his knees
It silences his words
And opens his heart
I am
The serpent, in your eyes,
The fire, beneath your skin,
The coldness, in your heart
The poison, in your blood
I am
The rocks, in the scales
The justice, beneath the lies
The pain, behind the truth
The storm, within your lungs
I am
The shadow, in the flame
The whisper, in the wind
The craters, inside the Earth
The trickle, beneath the stream
I am
The poison, in your blood
The storm, within your lungs
The trickle, beneath the stream
The reason, behind your scream
I am Thanatos
Fire burning, leaving ash
Amidst the flames, devils dance
While swords of fire, sing and clash
There is no hope, only but a dash
In this deadly, game of chance
Fire burning, leaving ash
Into skulls, clubs will bash
And in the flames, soldiers prance
While swords of fire, sing and clash
Sacrifice is the cold, hard cash
Paid for, this deadly romance
Fire burning, leaving ash
Blood stains the satin sash,
and the sword of Sir Lance (a lot)
While swords of fire, sing and clash
In anger, we tend to act rash
And pay in blood, while the enemies advance
Fire burning, leaving ash
While swords of flame, sing and clash
O dirt, how I pity thee
How strong and formidable, you must be
to hold and carry our tremendous weight
Your body must groan, wither and ache
To sustain life, you sacrifice your own
and travel the winds, forever alone
You never settle, in one place too long
You do your best, to try and belong
Your valiant effort, goes unseen
Like the King, trapping his queen
You hide and tremble, amidst the decay
and cover the bodies, over which you lay
Blood trickles and soaks your skin
It seeps and drips, staining within
The blood pierces, like the blade of a knife
But from this destruction, you bring life
We take and take and steal some more
From your bones, our prosperity will rise
We plunder and cut, until your demise
Your darkened bark, turns scarred black
And into your flesh, our axes will hack
You tremble and shake, your branches quivering
Your leaves will shudder, like you're shivering
Down your bark, blood leaves a trail
As it slides in to, our silver pail
Flames they flicker, burning your skin,
Leaving death, where life had been
Your arms they fall, like boulders to the ground
They penetrate the floor, not making a sound
We take away, and don't give back
Instead we go whack, whack, whack
His majesty,
the fallen oak
Stretches his long,thin fingers
And claws for liberty
His oppressor
Damp, dank soil
Surrounding, drowning,entrapping
Wind listens in
to the struggle below
Groaning, creaking
His majesty fights
Swallowing, wallowing, succumbing
The Metamorphosing Crime of Poisonwood Heights by XxDark-MaidenxX, literature
Literature
The Metamorphosing Crime of Poisonwood Heights
What is love, but a disease without a cure
Where your lover's sins, are what you endure
What is love, but your own worst mistake?
Where your daughters' lives, are the ones at stake
What is love, but a raging dog
Whose love, puts you in a fog
What is love, but the dog's killing bite?
Where darkness, takes the place of light
What is love, but a self-affliction?
Your one, and only, true addiction
What is love, but a prison of desires?
Where in place of wardens, you have liars
What is love, but your own worst crime
Where guilt, takes the place of grime
What is love, but the crushing blow
Where you find yourself, sinking low
Who yo
What is love, but a disease without a cure
Where your lover's sins are what you endure
What is love, but your own worst mistake?
Where your daughters' lives are the ones at stake
What is love, but a raging dog
Whose love, you choose to hog
What is love, but the dog's killing bite?
Where darkness takes the place of light
What is love, but a self-affliction?
Your one and only true addiction
What is love, but a prison of desires?
Where in place of wardens you have liars
What is love, but your own worst crime
Where guilt, takes the place of grime
What is love, but the crushing blow
Where you find yourself, sinking low
Who you love
Umm I'm only just starting to put up some of my poetry :] Hope you guys like it <3 Thanks everyone and anyone for favoriting my work. If you don't get a thanks from me, my apologies. This is my way of thanking you now in case I missed you before.
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Question: "Is There Pride in Serving In Our Military?"
A child cries in the night, but their anguish cannot be heard. The sound of men fighting for their last breath choke the silence of the night. Where there was once peace and harmony now lies destruction and chaos. To the child, this is what pure Hell sounds like. Every night sounds like the last until they blur together into an unending nightmare. Sometimes the child finds himself wishing he could close his eyes and fall asleep forever, but there is one thing that keeps him going on. The sight of Old Glory's red, white and blue.
There is no one in the world more dependable than those wh