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I've trapped a moment in glass
And wear in on my sleeve.
It's a special, secret moment
That only I can recall.
You've probably forgotten all about that
One, single, insignificant moment
But to me
It's the world.
It's the foundation of my life.
I've trapped a moment in glass
And wear in around my neck.
It's a special, secret moment
That you and I have shared.
If you haven't forgotten,
I'd be oh so happy.
If you have, that's alright too.
Because it's something we've shared.
I've trapped a moment in glass
And kept it in my heart.
All three moments
All three glass balls in which I've trapped them
All display a single scene:
The one where I fell in love
With you.
And wear in on my sleeve.
It's a special, secret moment
That only I can recall.
You've probably forgotten all about that
One, single, insignificant moment
But to me
It's the world.
It's the foundation of my life.
I've trapped a moment in glass
And wear in around my neck.
It's a special, secret moment
That you and I have shared.
If you haven't forgotten,
I'd be oh so happy.
If you have, that's alright too.
Because it's something we've shared.
I've trapped a moment in glass
And kept it in my heart.
All three moments
All three glass balls in which I've trapped them
All display a single scene:
The one where I fell in love
With you.
Literature
Brief Considerations
I have briefly considered burning.
Though always smouldering,
there was never quite a flame,
so to speak.
I have always been more
like a dim light,
glaring from a distance.
After lengthy consideration,
it has been decided that the
acrid stench would do me
no favours.
I have grown to accept
that I am no star,
no source of light
for the malcontent.
I am just one small light,
flickering, wavering,
barely existing;
Yet I carry on
and that is good enough
for now.
Literature
The Movement
We are the stardust
Of the broken
And the damned
We are the followers
Of angels
And of sinners
We walk alone
In fields of gold
And fields of green
We are the dreams
Of all the dreamless children
But, they say
I am different
And they say
We are not the same
Look up
Watch the sky
And listen
To all the cries
Of the alone
Who shriek in vain
We are part
Of a movement
Changing the world
In a matter of words
We walk alone
In step with others
Our brothers and sisters
Though we do not know
Today
We link arms
Away, away, away
We go
Illuminating the night
With the daylight
In our souls
Today
We form reality
Today
We form the world
In a matte
Literature
Millions
How do you tell the story of how a million people felt?
It's like trying to put words on infinity. The telling never ends; once you've caught a thread, you find that it is inextricably bound to countless others, an incomprehensible chain of emotion, a tangled spider web, shuddering with our nympholepsy. Even pictures only tell a thousand words, and a thousand pictures could never hope to come close to the words we lacked. The media's well of words ran dry how could you say it? Activists grew docile and listless what was there to say?
Our misery was collective, but as a collective we were splintered irreconcilably, individ
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Sorry it's a day late, but here's my poem for the prompt 'Moments'.
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Beautiful work, I love the repetition and flow. Fantastic job