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The Drive (Poetry)

Poem: 550. Emily Dickinson
Music: Frederic Chopin  Prelude In E minor Op 28 No 4
Image: Julia Margaret Cameron (PH)

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550 Emily Dickinson - Poetry

This poem was written by thesealivesinme.tumblr.com

Denial

Change is an inevitable Master
which slaves this tumultuous universe.

My life changed today,
for the better 
or the worse
it is too early to tell,
and the pain too near,
to discern spite and hurt
from anger and grief,
or excitement and fear,
and at the same time
denial glosses over everything,
like the creeping fog over a battlefield
strewn with the blood of dead men.

My life changed today,
as did the lives of many,
and with courage I must muster,
I move forward into the fog,
yet once again
hoping
that I don’t trample in vain
the lives of others along the way,
and I pray for the righteous souls
who follow closely in my footsteps,
for this fog is so dense
that none can hardly dare
to draw a single breath.

The Sea Lives In Me - Denial

What if
I was drinking the moon when you arrived. My mouth was covered in black dust –few people know that the moon is black as the sky we adore– 
Time is an illusion, Einstein said and someone quoted him on a movie –so how much time we have between what we see on the sky and our Earth reality? – Questions in my mind makes me cry rivers over my bed since a couple of years –these months were the worst–
But I still try to keep calm, despite my mother’s age, despite my awful big brother –he wants money from his heritance, but he never cared for our now dead father, really– So I have to live with the grief in my lungs in the back of my throat in the corner of my eyes my eyes my eyes
I have to live, despite all this–
I have to breathe despite my heart wants to go away
I have to conform myself with poetry poetry poetry instead of your eyes–
I never forgot those jewels– 
I have to live in this country that is sinking slowly, again –I’m terrified for the future–
The evilness is too much so I hope the day 
where the world ends–
because this is too much
I wait for the alien arrival –again, like a movie, because I’m mad for it like some people feels that way about dance, theater, paintings, music or any form of art– I really wait for a new type of communication for our time, for our generation our generation our generation
Because the sun is going to be black someday, like the moon
But what if the sun is already black and we can’t see that either? What if this is like time –an illusion so big to be believed– 
What if…

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