The Wind's StoryThey lay deep in the groundThe Wind's Story by sarpoeday
Not making even a sound
The two love with unchanging hearts
Emotions frozen in place
Solid as stone
Sometimes, if you walk past that stone, you may hear echoes of soft, now dry, cracking lips, followed by used up voices carried in the wind.
One could say they're at peace
Others may say they were tragically ceased
With complacent hollows, they stare into echother's eyes
Forever reading into the other's truths and lies
Sometimes, if you walk past that stone, you may hear with another's ears or feel anothers pulsing, now parched fingers in your own, carried by the wind.
Some might say it's perfect love
Something sent from farther above
Eternally laying side by side
Stealing mortality's power and pride
Sometimes, if you walk past that stone, you may see with another's hollow eyes or feel another's warm body pressed against your own, carried in the wind.
Both their names forever combined
created by a stone was this bind
The two act as if they're part of something
Dear Daisy There once was a daisy, so grand and tall, her healthy green figure stood against the wind, holding up her golder face, lit with golden eyes, always full of curiousity and surprise. Her lovely face was adorned with a wreath of creamy, snow colored petals. Each morning, after a long coal black night, her petals would open up to reveal her radiant face back to the knoweledge the smiling sun poured upon her each day. This dear Daisy, was once just a tiny pebble too.Dear Daisy by sarpoeday
The wind and rain were her birth. She was hidden in the deep until the earth was prepared for her presense. She waited far into the unseen, for so long. Finally, the day came when the earth was ready. Daisy pushed and she fought, with great determination she cracked open her shell, she propelled herself up with so much endurance for nights and days on end, until all her endurance was used up. This was the night Daisy broke free. Her head, still just green, the leftovers of her birth, cracked open the earth. It was so
A letter to the future generations of IT.My Dear Children,A letter to the future generations of IT. by sarpoeday
Before the cold came
in synchronized motion,
The motion pulsed the earth around.
Before it all began,
before it all came,
before we all knew.
Now you stand frozen in the black,
frost on your faces,
recovering from the violent attack,
one of our own,
one inflicted on our home.
We were all alive,
nothing you have ever known.
There was a bond,
and unbreakable bind,
or so we thought,
before we were all bought.
IT couldn't run dry,
it just wasn't right.
so massive, it shook the mountains,
so immense, it shook us from our flesh.
We rose up from it.
Yes, my children, IT.
IT which once existed.
You have heard these stories of old,
hardly ever told,
only known orally until this very moment.
Yes, my children,
try to remember,
who you were,
who you are.
IT started in the sky and deep below,
as you have known.
IT was chaotic,
IT was us, my dears.
please, my children,
before you are
CarvedYou are an oak carved tableCarved by BloodshotInk
that has been hewn and hacked
from its original pure form
into something someone found useful.
I was screwed tight together
with fixtures, fights and fittings
by so-called master craftsmen,
who wanted me to be firm,
who wanted my artificial endurance.
Men who wanted my knots undone
and for me to hold them up,
but I am a chair, and you are a table.
You have told me of the days
when seventy percent of you
was forcefully ripped out
leaving a splintered hollow behind.
I know how abrasive people
rubbed you up the wrong way
with sand paper to keep you quiet,
and with words to keep you down.
Plain men with plained minds
that have been stroked to the quick
and left only with the core
of their brutal carver instincts.
I know how you were made, table.
I am five pieces nailed together
With sticky tape for good measure.
You are one whole still, somehow
and when I need you, you are stable
and your legs are thicker than mine,
run faster and bear more pressure
on your leve