Poetry
A few tumblr bloggers came together and compiled a poem together. Here's the final, beautiful result:
My soul was wondering
what should i do? (KoZ)
Our minds consumed into labour, those who win are in favour.
Bloodshed skies of modesty, souls entwined in false history.
Humanity lost its sweetest core, to choose morality whom our fathers adore.
Over the sea, a whisper calls out the deceit,
but fulfills the prayer in this sacred creed. (VLS)
I am bleeding, I’m sure, but I cannot
feel life leaving me like I once did
there are just colors in a puddle with no shimmer or depth (w.d.b)
Yet, our essence is not defined by this lack, rather the life force that continues to run through our impact.
So sit back.
Relax and sink into this moment, for We are natural leaders, rise up and foment. (Micaela Lauren)
Yet what difference would our absence make?
The expense of our hearts puts our morality at stake (vacant-zeal)
This incessant battle is between both body and mind,
When we go will we leave anything truly meaningful behind? (alma-hermosa)
- by: VLS, w.d.b, Micaela Lauren, vacant-zeal, alma-hermosa, and KoZ
~~can be found here as well~~
-Isha









