La poésie

Day five of poetry month
5. The Civil War

A simple thought
A simple want
To become independent
By living on their own

A simple thought
A simple want
That made the North angry

The South was determined
To become a new country
By leaving and living on their own

The North was determined
To keep them
And stay united

But it all ended in a fight
Brother went against brother
Want against want
All ending in
Death

Hope was slowly slipping away from
The North
Happiness and hope was gained for
The South

It caused the South to become a bit
Arrogant
As they nearly won every battle
With their smart generals

While the North tried to find
A general that would actually
Make them win
Something
Big and exciting

But all the while the North
Relied on a man named Lincoln
To help maintain their hope

And when the North did win something big
In a town of Gettysburg
Lincoln came up with a speech called
The Gettysburg Address
This in short wasn’t three hours
But was around two minutes
This made everyone start believing

It was also around the time when Lincoln decided,
To free the slaves
If  the North won the war

This caused panic among
The South
For their great plantations
Depended on slavery

But not for the North
Who was full of gears,
Workers, and great big pieces of
Machinery

It caused both sides to fight harder
Till four years of fights and death
It all ended
With the North as the winner
And the South losing
As they became a united and independent country
With the North once again
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Day six of poetry month
6. A danky shed

Hidden
Cold
Wet
In a dark danky shed
In the middle of an
Abandoned city

Fear creeps in from
Every cobwebbed corner
Pain starts to ebb
Away from my broken
Body
Blood drip drops
Through the musty
Floorboards
Tears starts to dry from my
Numb face

Ghosts filter past
Unaware of my existence
Acting dead yet happy
The clock ticks down to my own
Death

And only one person
Knows
That I’ll be joining the
Abandoned city of ghosts
And that person is
Me

5. Unbreakable

I was going to post it yesterday after I finished editing it a bit, but I guess I felt a bit tired and lazy. So tada.
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                No one is unbreakable not unless you were a god. But even then, they weren’t completely unbreakable. There was always a hidden chink in their armor, one that usually led to their downfall, shame, or something just as bad. Usually no one knew about it… till the myths, lies, and stories were spread. Each time those were spread from one head to another, the chink in the armor grows bigger and bigger till it’s unfixable. And it usually isn’t just the gods’ armor that’s doing it it’s everyone’s armor. Each one is cracking, growing worse with each rumor, insult, and lie that’s being thrown.

                But it’s slowly getting fixed with the proper use of good words. Random compliments, smiles, a kiss or two, and other things that make you sigh nostalgically just thinking about them. Each time a compliment is said, your armor mends together, leaving behind a faint line…

                A faint line that can turn into a bigger one, big enough for you to fall through, thinks Adele a bit bitterly. She sits with her legs crossed in the uncomfortable auditorium chair reading a history book that she has somehow managed to sneak in without anyone noticing, much. The room starts to darken and everyone turns down their volume a bit, for the show is going to start soon. She notices and puts the book away for it is no use reading in the dark. Her eyes start to roam the dark theater, a worrying feeling starting to form in the pit of her stomach as she wonders where Tucker may have gone. Finally, her eyes settle on the door in which they have come in earlier this evening waiting for his reappearance. Five, ten, fifteen more minutes have passed and there was still no sign of Tucker. By now, the play has started, the orchestra pit playing its deadly melody as onstage two young lovers run away from something unknown.

                “Where are you?” she says out loud, instantly being shushed. She sighs, and turns her gaze back to the stage silently watching the scene unfold out before her; all the while worrying.

                The scene ends with one of the young lovers holding the other lover’s dead hand on a balcony near a tower with a pointy end. Then came, intermission, startling Adele when she heard the voice announcing it. She yawns and stretches her arms and look around at the now bright theater. Tucker still hasn’t come back and she wonders if he has decided to abandon her. She laughs nervously at that thought quickly dismissing it but anger starts to bloom anyways.

                “He wouldn’t abandon me, h-he’s too nice to do that anyways,” she says to herself. It is nearing the end of intermission and now she really does think that Tucker has abandoned her. She sighs and starts to wonder why. The music starts up again and as Adele was settling in a bit to watch the rest of the play, she feels a tap on her bare shoulder. She looks behind her wondering who would have done it, only finding people immersing themselves with the play. So she turns back to see the lone lover writing a letter in an antique desk.

                She sighs slightly remembering her mother tell her about the letters that her father has written to her when he had to go on a long journey somewhere. Causing someone to squeeze her hand comfortingly; startled she looks up at the person who could have squeezed it.

                “Tucker?” she says out loud, getting shushed again. He smiles down at her, his eyes looking a bit bloodshot. His face more pale than fair, his carefully gelled hair looks slightly rumpled, and his body was shaking a bit as if he was cold. Relief flooded her veins quickly followed by worry. “W-what happened?” she whispers. He wouldn’t answer; he just squeezed her hand again and returned his gaze back to the play. Thoughts started to crowd her mind, distracting her. She dismisses them turning her eyes back to the play not really attention to the lone lover and her antics.

It wasn’t until the ending in which the lone lover and her new love died, that Adele truly cried for the play. All the while, Tucker tries in vain to comfort her with his frivolous ways. Only it didn’t seem to be enough, he felt broken by what he saw earlier. And just thinking about telling Adele the reason he was late filled him with a sense of dread that threatened to break his already damaged unbreakable state.