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POETRY IN MOTION
The Purgatory
When we die with our sins in our soul, we don't go to Heaven
or Hell. We go to the Purgatory. It is the most dreadful place. Worse
than Hell, but better than Heaven. We go there to feel guilty of all
the things we did that were out of order. The Purgatory is quite
beautiful. It's like a never-ending tunnel with incredible colors. IT
is horrible because the only sound you ever hear are screams of
helpless, crying souls that cannot be saved. With our sins in our souls,
we shall not be saved 'nor damned...but forgotten in the Purgatory.
The Fifth Horseman
When the world has no "peace", there is War. With War, there comes Death,
with Death, comes Plague, and with Plague there comes Destruction. These
four hellish things bring the Apocalypse. The End is near when the four
Horsemen are at large in the green earth. War destroys everything, Plague
kills everything, Destruction kills. This is the perfect team. Each and
everyone one them depends in the other...but there is another Horseman...one
that does not depend on any of the others...Life. Without Life, there is no
Death, Plague would not do anything, Destruction would not matter, and War
would not kill. Life is the leader of the Horsemen of Apocalypse. He is the
most dangerous one of them all.
Just One Reason...
Why am I not dead yet? What's my destiny? What will become of me? If my
destiny was to be miserable, then it's already done. Why do I have to take
this hard, dark path? Everyone has a hard life, just not as hard as others.
Is there actually an easy way to life? This is unbelievable, life gets so
hard that we want to die. There's a problem. There are people that care
about you. Someone doesn't want you to die. There is someone that loves you.
Live for that person, even if you haven't met him or her. That's what I do.
I live for someone, and for one more reason, my Friends will need me one
day. I don't want to let them down. What's your reason to live?
Dooms Day
Our last day on Earth. How sad, how unbelievable, how painful. Who could've
seen it coming? Many did, but no one knew it would be today. Seeing the sun
rise one last time was more beautiful than all those other times. Seeing
your family in the morning isn't stupid today. Your friends, you didn't get
together just to have fun, but to remember all the great times you had. To
see the girl or boy you had your first kiss with, to see the person you
could tell all of your problems and he or she would understand. To see your
high school sweet-heart, to be together one last time. The sun is coming
down. How sad, how unbelievable, how painful. This is the last time you'll
see the sun go to sleep and the moon rise to it's glory. Time is running out
by the second. Tonight is the end. Remember what you've done, and imagine
what you could've done.
Maze
My mind knows not of love, or of better things to come. It only knows
darkness, even in the beyond, in the depths of my mind, of my future.
Perhaps my mind must be twisted and wicked, so that other minds remain
un-corrupted. A giant Maze with a world wide scale is what lies in my mind.
All my questions, all my answers, all my feelings, my love is in the center.
Possible to finish but impossible to progress. The darkness, the hatred, the
loneliness, the pain, will always be there. My feelings only can I bear in
the center of the Maze. Slowly, pace by pace, the Maze will be complete, and
hopefully, love will be waiting for me.
Death Sentence
You can never be sure of what to expect in this god-forsaken path. Many
surprises have been encountered, many remain to be encountered. Some are
good, some are bad. In my case, mostly bad. My happiness is taken away from
me and is shredded to little pieces. My heart is ripped from my chest and
thrown to Darkness, never to be found again. There is only one way out of
life, and it is death. God has sentenced us to die for letting us live. For
life, I thank him, for my situation, I damn him. I curse him, ignore him,
anything disrespectful, but in the end, he always wins. With life, we've
been sentenced to die.
THESE POEMS WERE MADE BY: VICTOR FONTANE