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Somebody has chosen to trespass
Wailing alarms attest to that
They don't know which doors to bypass
Defenses shall crush them like a gnat
The breach made is insubstantial
Unbeknownst to them things are secure
Protocol makes things quite simple
Whether they're a thief or saboteur
Given time they shall be captured
Their evasion tactics won't work long
Surely they know they've been discovered
Was that their angle all along
Interrogations aren't ever pleasant
But an explanation must be withdrawn
On this their future is contingent
A conclusion is not yet forgone
Sensors brought news of the intruder
Putting the watch on high alert
It's a matter of time before they answer
Why was the risk worth the effort
Wailing alarms attest to that
They don't know which doors to bypass
Defenses shall crush them like a gnat
The breach made is insubstantial
Unbeknownst to them things are secure
Protocol makes things quite simple
Whether they're a thief or saboteur
Given time they shall be captured
Their evasion tactics won't work long
Surely they know they've been discovered
Was that their angle all along
Interrogations aren't ever pleasant
But an explanation must be withdrawn
On this their future is contingent
A conclusion is not yet forgone
Sensors brought news of the intruder
Putting the watch on high alert
It's a matter of time before they answer
Why was the risk worth the effort
Literature
The Death Within Life
Raging Seas
Dark skies
Endless tears
Cold fires
That is what life is.
No fairy godmothers
or knights in shining armor.
Only witches and cauldrons
recipes for disaster.
There are no three wishes
or steeds that fly.
No hero, no powers,
certainly no rewinds.
Life is but time
flowing forward.
Spent by little moments
we call ours.
It is never enough,
not once.
Fragments engraved
they're left to remain.
Not even our mind, our knowledge
can prolong our hours.
To live them as they come
seconds remembered, never forgotten.
To let them pass
by our envy and our pride.
No wonder we are fools
both then and now.
Not one of us
Literature
left
there comes an evening
each october
when spring is broken:
winter sweeps back in,
swallowing the coast.
the hours are drawn,
long, and quiet -- save
for storming wind --
where pride recedes
to leave the heart
ill-watched, unguided,
for this eve only,
to remember what it has lost.
hands, thick with cold,
shallow-lung'd and lonely,
waiting for chamomile to steep,
sleep to steal:
as the night ticks through
each moment is meticulous,
sliced clean from next
by key-stroke --
throat-formed,
shaped on tongue to fit:
each syllable is moulded
carefully composed,
pressed to curves by thumb
and folded
until, at last,
something of beauty is wrought
Literature
Promise Me
If I tied you to a tree
Told you to stay if you love me
Would I some day return to see
Your skeleton still there for me
Or would you be like everybody
And just abandon me?
If I beat you, almost to death
But then nursed you back to health
Would you love me like your breath
Or view me as the theft to your soul wealth?
If I tied you to a tree
Begged you to never leave me
Would you still try to get free
Never wanting to be near me
Or would you wait and see
If you're the one for me?
If I broke your bones,
Struck you with stones,
Then left you alone,
Would your heart still be my home?
If I tied you to a tree
Commanded you to wa
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This poem was a pain to put together, mostly because it took a lot longer to finish than I'd anticipated. But given the theme finding the correct language was a bit tricky at times as well. This poem doesn't come from anywhere in particular, I simply wanted to see what I create using this poem title. The result is a bit more strict and polished than what I was expecting, but all in all it's a decent poem.
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It is a pretty solid poem, from it's rhymes, to it's theme, to it's language, to it's structure. It's interesting how everything fits so neatly and how it paints so well not an image, but a setting and a point of view. And it's not often we see a poem revolvinga round a theme of fiction.
I got to say that, beign you, I kinda expected it to turn at some point to something more emotional, or revolving on some 'day-to-day life' issue, the theme of Intruder Alert sure gives room for that, but this one makes for a very interesting reading nonetheless. In that sense, was even kinda surprising!
I got to say that, beign you, I kinda expected it to turn at some point to something more emotional, or revolving on some 'day-to-day life' issue, the theme of Intruder Alert sure gives room for that, but this one makes for a very interesting reading nonetheless. In that sense, was even kinda surprising!