November 20, 2009
By Connor stephen BRONZE, X, New York
Connor stephen BRONZE, X, New York
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A million mile wall
Draped in glass
Insides are abyssful
Laced in ruins
Projections pierce black
Walls dancing with foes
Blood drips dark
A moat crumbling beneath
Pet crocodiles snapping at ignorance
They bear the thought of blood.
They will crush me.
My escape
Your balloon of love
Propelled by gust of will
Glide over this;
A Border,
Foreign writing
Splashed upon it
Iridescent smell;
Maroon battered skin
Baneful waters stir
We shine brilliant flares,
Hope for thought of upbringing,
Warm color wheels oscillating
About dark nights.
Rain onslaughts unruly
Dampness upon you
Inflexible ice rips
It slashes your skin
The burning sun
Fading you
Sputtered your Breath under iron
Ever growing sweat
Clammed between clasping hands
Under thy bloodied knees
Canter from marble thresholds
Breathe dust,
Bathe in smoke.
I will shout sun! Emperor of will,
“Leave now or have merciless suffering of unbound hate strike down upon thee until no ray reaches your slaves”
Thoughts of cloudy days in this castle
Feet up
Eyes glazed with timely history
We could simply watch

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