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A warrior and friend has died today
Her life taken in defense of us all
Remember this, her sacrifice
As I take her place to stand tall
Another spirit shall roam the sky
To help me for eternity
Giving me strength where needed
But forevermore unseen
I look into darkness and see her spirit
Staring back from the stars I love
Maybe one day, I shall join her there
Forever roaming the skies above
She will forever linger at my side
Defending the innocent everywhere
Despite her loss, I continue on
Fighting for all that is just and fair
I grieve today for a friend forever lost
Her greatest sacrifice carved in blood and stone
Tomorrow, I return to continue the fight
But for now, I stand alone
Her life taken in defense of us all
Remember this, her sacrifice
As I take her place to stand tall
Another spirit shall roam the sky
To help me for eternity
Giving me strength where needed
But forevermore unseen
I look into darkness and see her spirit
Staring back from the stars I love
Maybe one day, I shall join her there
Forever roaming the skies above
She will forever linger at my side
Defending the innocent everywhere
Despite her loss, I continue on
Fighting for all that is just and fair
I grieve today for a friend forever lost
Her greatest sacrifice carved in blood and stone
Tomorrow, I return to continue the fight
But for now, I stand alone
Literature
On Wanting Everything to Be Right
You got too comfortable,
forgot he could make mistakes,
and set your consciousness aside
so he could mend the thoughts
which have remained disordered
in your fumbling sobriety,
despite the years of learning to cope
with the pace of regularity:
scraping the mailbox with his key,
dining out every Sunday,
setting the thermostat to sixty degrees,
and changing despite every effort
to remain apathetic about his plans,
how your name became a constant
in his living equations,
the variable which defined the function.
On the morning you leave,
only your luggage and body will move
through the summer shadows
of oak leaves shaking in a breeze,
and on
Literature
Glass
At some point,
I stopped making eye contact.
I'm not sure how it happened
or why. I'm not sure if it's
some reflection of my
latent insecurities or
undeserved superiorities or
quiet anxieties.
But I am sure that
I miss the fleeting connection
on trains, buses, and sidewalks.
I miss the shape and color and
glint of golden gleam that used
to strike out across crowds at me.
My mother, my best friend, my lover -
what mysteries do I miss? What
is hidden in their second glances and
lingering stares?
I don't know because, at some point,
I stopped making eye contact,
even with the girl in the mirror.
Literature
supernovae
"Wouldn't it be great if we could watch a star explode?"
It was just like her to say that. The violence of another world's ending was, to her, poetic. If our own sun exploded, I think she'd open up her arms to embrace it.
"I don't know that I'd want to be that close," I said.
"That's the cool part. You wouldn't have to be." But she still didn't think we were close enough.
That was how we always ended up like this, sitting in a car, driving to nowhere, with nothing but the sound of the tires on the highway and the company of the stars above us. She couldn't sit still long enough to color in the details, so we never did. We just kept drivin
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Wrote this little gem for a story of mine when the partner of a main character was killed. Love the way it came out.
Found this nifty little pic online. Thought it worked great with the way the poem is written. Anywho. Enjoy.
Kani
Found this nifty little pic online. Thought it worked great with the way the poem is written. Anywho. Enjoy.
Kani
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