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The World in Your Hands

Stay still
and don't move a muscle.

Rest your feet
and kill your head,
allowing it to melt and spill
like red wine from a glass.

Drink it up,
but don't savor any of the taste.
Just let it slide
into your stomach
and let it sit.

Still...
Like ice in your freezer,
wait.

Look.

Look at the fire
but don't sniff up the brimstone
into your delicate lungs
for they will crumble
into ash.

Gaze with those blind eyes
at the crowds of people,
if such a term could be used,
that stand before you
just waiting for the euthanasia,
but desiring more of the flames.

See for one more time,
the endless fields of nothing
that extend far off into the distance,
where the grass was always greener,
and the sun always shined.

Stare
and in all of your pride and glory,
take in the destitution and destruction
around you.

Watch what you have created,
intently
and carefully,
and watch it all dissolve.

Author notes

Letter B: Burning
(could be W too, but this was the original one)
Inspiration: Well, burning! and Longview by Green day (don't ask. It was mostly that first part)

You could probably figure it out for yourselves, but I thought of this kind of armageddon or end of the world, and how it was all caused by one human being. Weird how one person can make such a negative difference isn't it?

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~ModernXTimes~

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  • Quaz
    June 21, 2008

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    I personally enjoyed the theme you are aiming for in this, but with usage of things, verbs, and words in general that are not quite a cataclysmic.

    The relative subdued nature of this poem seems to contrast what I would argue an apocalypse would be like, however, I somewhat appreciate the perspective given by this poem. The final stanza however lends itself into thinking it is not a mortal behind the happening, and I am less sure this was intended. I don't know, it just seems to scream, "Watch as The Creator gazes with solemn reverence."

    Even though that's not quite what you're aiming for, I rather liked that point of view as well.

    In any case, very good.


  • Maili Knephthan gold member
    June 15, 2008

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    It was really well done. I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing it. It said a great deal and the flow was well done as was the rhythm. There really isn't much I could say that would enhance it


  • fakeport
    June 12, 2008

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    Very interesting.
    "the endless fields of nothing
    that extend far off into the distance,
    where the grass was always greener,
    and the sun always shined." <-- That was my favourite part. Thanks a lot for your entry