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Literature
Driving into the Storm
it is 4:48, and there is no horizon.
there is no light,
and there is no sun
today.
There is the blacked-out sky,
looming over our town
like an overlord
upon us.
And we drive
into
the storm.
Despite the pelting
we recieve
despite the threats
the roars
the anger
our overlord thrusts at us
we drive,
still forward.
past the broken down trucks
and the headlights
from the opposite direction
they are all similar,
they are all
escaping.
But we are not heroes
for driving into this beast
we are not soldiers
we are just...
going home.
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Literature
Weeping rain.
Eversince I hurt you, the rains been weeping tears.
And everytime I see you, the rain gets less clear.
If I can't save you now will the rain continue to fall?
Or if you see me drown from Its flood, will it cease a stop at all?
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Scrapped Poem
Sense the thoughts that flow,
That dye us gold with woven threads
And even God couldn't tell the tale
When our worst memories came back to haunt
On a single twire
Drip drip drip...
A puddle on the floor
That can tell you your past
A wire from the ceiling
That explains the future
And the footprint left behind
To show our present.
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