The mirror reflects who I am,
Yet it catches nothing of me,
For I feel empty,
While the mirror shows me whole.
This was a little something to pass the time.
Fog engulfs the forest,
The moon hangs limp,
And nature falls dead.
Around the forest she roams,
Looking for her innocent prey.
Let them pray this night,
For it shall be their last
If they see her fly.
Even one of the bravest and strongest animals cries at the destruction of this country.
Soaring above the skies,
The brave eagle glides
Below the clouds, witnessing
The mayhem that is unfolding.
Rivers of red,
Towers of fire,
Screams of war.
As the eagle flies,
It cries in despair,
Hoping for the country to repair.
The patrons despise everything,
Yet treasure sin.
Screams tear the country apart,
Blood flows onto the art
And their culture, and the melting
Pot flows with death.
The hum of the earth
Is music to the ears of humanity,
Forever pleasant to all of earth’s inhabitants.
Disruptions often are common,
But the hum always corrects itself,
Continuing to be a sweet honey
That soothes the souls of all;
All of the animals and the flowers.
The ground of the earth acts the part
Of gracious host, providing its guests
Places to live, places with food, places to die;
For the grounds hold all,
And the whistling earth provides pleasant
Music. The music crosses boundaries,
Reaches the young and the old, the
Brave and cowardly, saints and criminals,
Rich and poor, beautiful and ugly.
Everyone hears the hymn of the grounds,
It sounds the same in the ears of every
Race and ethnicity, members of every creed,
Every subject of flora and fauna;
The hymn falls on every ear and soul,
It falls upon the living and the dead.
The dead are kept peaceful by the hymn;
It is what keeps the dead entertained
And they hear the whistling louder in the ground
For as long as the song rings on,
For as long as ears are open to hear it,
As long as even the dead hear it,
The earth itself lives on and
The whistling grounds forever sing.
Today in this world of smartphones and advancing technology, we have started to lose certain skills, skills that made human civilization grow. Now, because of the advancements that have supposedly made our world better, we have begun to lose one of the pillars that made civilization possible; the pillar of speech.
The old payphone is to show a time of the past when people would pick up the phone to talk to each other. Even before the era of phones, people would send letters or arrange to talk to each other for hours at a time. Even when phones began to become more commonplace in everyday lives, people still would enjoy long talks.
Now, in the era of smartphones, the era in which I have grown up in, the phone has eroded the ability to speak. There have been instances where I or friends will talk through text and go on for a long period of time. But, when it comes to face to face interaction, there seems to be a huge gap in interpersonal development. Thankfully, I was taught to always speak and it has allowed for me to give speeches. Others are barely able to say five words without getting flustered.
If people of my generation do speak, it is more slang and improper speech than actual English or whatever language it is someone speaks.
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This is what society has come to. Limited vocabulary due to the advancement of communication technology. That above is not an exaggeration of what a majority of people now say when actually speaking. It is absurd to think that technology is actually helping us when in reality it is hindering our development.
As a result, it seems like my generation and generations after are losing a key component of civilization. The basic art of speaking.
Youth and innocence flows
Throughout lands and hearts,
Helping promote peace and love,
Trying to turn the tide.
Corruption outnumbers all
That are innocent,
Turning the hearts black-
Machines of a conformist society.
As the fight of corruption
And innocence continues
Virgin blood is spilt
And rivers of red flood roads.
While the innocent heal
Their brothers and sisters
Of love and peace and sacrifice,
The corrupt relish in the blood.
The corrupt take advantage
Of the situation and penetrate
The innocent peace – keepers,
Further spilling innocent blood
And widening the red rivers,
Causing pain amongst the patrons
That inhabit the land. But innocence
Preserves itself, for kind hearts always exist.
The whole world is horrifying, damaging everything and everyone. We as humans must do our best to protect our souls from becoming engulfed by the absolute color of black.
Black fields intrude upon
My peaceful and tranquil soul,
Looking to extinguish
What makes me who I am.
Creeping towards the center
Black shards lash out
To steal moments of joy.
White light shines through
Saving the blue
As best it can.
Docile blue soul cannot fight,
Troubling trauma from being abused
Has rendered it weak and fragile.
Moments of hopeful joy
Hoping to quell the black
That intrudes upon my soul,
Trying to break my spirit
From deep within me.
The only hope that remains
Is that the black does not enclose the center
And hope and peace expel the darkness.