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We stand and face
the blinded men.
There is one
for each of us.
They stand like ruins in the rain,
the water pouring down
the cracks in their faces,
corroding away the skin
until there is nothing left but
sand.
The officer barks-
we raise our rifles
and learn only to remember
the jolt in our shoulders
before the heavy fall.
The bodies crumple to the ground
like folds of laundry. Yet
one still shivers
across from me, wet
between the legs.
Another bark, but
to my left remains standing
a gun cocked and loaded,
the sight shaking with a trembling chest.
Bark, again, but he shuts his eyes
and shakes his head,
denying the tag
around his neck.
I hear my name
and before the blinded man can fumble
with his lips,
“Oh mother- Dear God who art in Heaven-“
I pull the butt from my shoulder
and stand before the blood
pooling in the dirt
amidst the rifle's smoke.
To my left,
I hear him wretch.
the blinded men.
There is one
for each of us.
They stand like ruins in the rain,
the water pouring down
the cracks in their faces,
corroding away the skin
until there is nothing left but
sand.
The officer barks-
we raise our rifles
and learn only to remember
the jolt in our shoulders
before the heavy fall.
The bodies crumple to the ground
like folds of laundry. Yet
one still shivers
across from me, wet
between the legs.
Another bark, but
to my left remains standing
a gun cocked and loaded,
the sight shaking with a trembling chest.
Bark, again, but he shuts his eyes
and shakes his head,
denying the tag
around his neck.
I hear my name
and before the blinded man can fumble
with his lips,
“Oh mother- Dear God who art in Heaven-“
I pull the butt from my shoulder
and stand before the blood
pooling in the dirt
amidst the rifle's smoke.
To my left,
I hear him wretch.
Literature
no one really knows
They gave him a single sheet of paper, one pencil. "Say your goodbyes," they said, "You'll be gone by tomorrow." He lay, curled on his hard thin mattress, facing the cement wall, and ignored them. Ignored the paper, ignored the warning.
It was nearly midnight when he finally stood. The moon had risen outside, gleaming through the single window, silhouetting the bars.
He sat up and looked at the paper that had remained untouched on the floor. Say your goodbyes, he thought, and picked up the pencil.
It was an hour before he finally finished. The paper was covered - frantic scribbling filled every inch: dreams, confessions, hopes -
Literature
I Pledge Allegiance
I pledge allegiance,
to the flag,
of the United States of America,
and to the Republic,
for which it stands,
one nation,
under a religion not solely represented by all members of its citizenship, a grave
misconception that should be removed from this pledge, and changed to
accompany the fact that America is made of many different religions,
indivisible, unless it comes to controversial issues such as abortion or gun
control, gay marriage or the death penalty, and divided in two by liberal, open
minded people and conservatives,
with liberty and justice for all, unless of course you're Muslim or homosexual, in
which case you will b
Literature
Schizophrenia
I hate you.
I'm lying to myself.
I wish you were dead.
You'll never be dead to me.
You're awful, and terrible, and selfish, and mean.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
And after this, I'll never write for (about) you again.
Just thinking of you brings me inspiration.
Wishing we had never met, I'll curse my heart and yours until they blacken (your's already is).
Pretending, you do not..
exist, I will move on.
Our dalliance is over,
our friend(court)ship complete.
Never again, will I think of you, oh darling.
My heart beats fast at the mention of your name..
and not having you makes me wish
I were dead.
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Very nicely written