Ares’ Flame
There must lie a certain charm in war,some beauty in the bullets you hear.Elation in charging up a roar,a distinct joy in the enemy’s fear. Why else would man keep on fighting,drawn in as to a magnet’s pull?The god of war must be delighting,our bodies scattered lead-full. Yet I cannot spot that mystic allure,after my...
Beauty in Insignificance (Daisy)
No crown of gleaming metal, no fence of sturdy brass.My home, my place to grow, is nestled in sidewalk grass.I sport no vibrant colors, nor am I large in size.I practically hear the other flowers wishing my demise. I admit that sometimes life feels tough, With meager petals of white.No red, no blue, no pink, no...
Embers
I stare at the embers of my childhood, where emotions surged, where memories stood. The laughs of joy, the sun on my face, Charging down a beach for a race. The voices of my friends, beginning to tire, Huddled at night around a campfire. The beeps of my game, another victory, Yelling in triumph under the shade of a tree. I stare at...