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Nov 20
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Nightheart

dreamers

we are the dreamers
you warned your children about

with the wild hair and the wilder eyes,
and the smiles that bordered on insanity. 

we will come when the night is still young 
and the last streak of purple has not yet

faded from the sky and we will gather up our forces,
reach for the powers you tried to stifle,

and you will regret the day you ever banned us
in all of our glorious craziness. 

We will take out or pens,
our painbrushes, our charcoal, our pencils

and you will watch as they transform into swords and arrows,
glinting in the dying light

and you will watch as we give the world back it's colors,
its chaos, the things we love the most.

because we are the dreamers, 
and we're about to become your nightmares. 
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Posted: 11.20.18
About the Author: Nightheart
"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion"- Albert Camus
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  1. Fiona Ella
    Nov 20, 2018

    This feels like a very triumphant threat. I really love the way you put words together--"wild hair and wilder eyes,", "glorious craziness,"--it's very vivid. It's very open to interpretation and I really love that--it seems at the same time abstract and really grounded. And I really, really love the last two lines. Really nice job.

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  1. Graceful
    Nov 21, 2018

    I love this. All of your lines are beautiful and go together really well.
    Good Job!

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