Only words will last

Rules of verse, prose and rhyme
careful measures, line for line.
What will withstand the trial of time
and fires of our sorrow?

Cloth will rip and buildings fall,
yesteryears machines are no use to us all.
But a phrase scribbled hastily on the wall
will still be there tomorrow.

The stories and songs of all that was achieved
of things we discovered — and that we had to leave.
There's no telling what we will be asked to believe,
the future requires a past.

And what will remain when we're finally gone?
Take note of the times you've been right and wrong,
write down your stories, your thoughts and your songs,
for only words will last.
 

My Perpetual Wednesday

VT

YWP Alumni

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    This scene's alright, I don't think it was here before
    Makes you forget what you came in here for
    It appeals to the nocturnal breed as they lead
    They're looking to feed
    All watch your backs tonight
  • Bloodletting

    Make myself a new messiah,
    "Trust me," I say- they know I'm a liar;
    some good old-fashioned bloodletting,
    you take it back- I'm not forgetting
    that time they told me I was dirty-
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    Is HOME a concept?
    If it is, it's one I don't understand

    Because my blood does not feel like it belongs in my body
    And when I hold still I can feel all the tiny pieces of pale, shapely bone holding my body together