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December 16, 2014: FLASH

March 3, 2015
By SaphiraBrightscales DIAMOND, Islamabad, Other
SaphiraBrightscales DIAMOND, Islamabad, Other
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Favorite Quote:
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
- Maya Angelou
When i was little/I used to point a chubby finger toward the dark sky/And ask my father/why some stars moved and others didn’t/He would laugh and explain that some were airplanes/I still wish on them today ~ Laugh-It-Out
The feathers of a crow are black/The ink of my pen is blacker/The pain of my heart is blackest~ Mckay
If love produced a blossom/I’d take it in my palm/What a blessing, the bright color!/How soothing, such a balm!/I’d keep a petal for my own/The rest, drop from my hands/For such a flower would multiply/And populate the lands~ thesilentraven
And I began to rival legends/Long entombed before my birth./But for all my much envied fame/The lust for more would not abate./The plaques and prizes with my name/Will, like all things, disintegrate. ~ TheEpic95 now known as Helena_Noel

The unlawful use of force and violence is
One of the defining properties of
An act of *Terrorism.
Such satirical beauty as this implies
There is such vehemence
‘tis deemed lawful in this world.

There used to be a time when death
Would garner shock and impair beyond repair,
There used to be a time when murder
Would shake hearts to the core,
And a time when murderers
Were just murderers.
Not all Muslims branded erroneous.

But first ‘ere delving unto this tale,
Stop and fetch some empathy.
Most definitely, you can think what you will think
But in this ‘tis but one humble opinion

Surely when a person sits and jots
They think he thinks he knows
Surely I do not know how the world works
Or as to conspiracy theories
Surely I do not know all that there is to
Or as to f***ing fame and glory
Surely I can see and hear and feel
And know what is wrong for wrong
Surely I can tell revenge from justice
And know what is cruel for cruel

Just so I know murder for murder
Just so I know foul for foul
December Sixteenth, a day such as none:
Reminded of how moments of change
can bring catastrophe just as easy,
as they can shower down bliss.
And now as I write I feel the words
Flit right through and out
For see,
How could they stay
When there are none perfected?
How could they be placed
In places none exist?
How could they be writ
For such horrors to be told?

Hopes yet not hoped for
And dreams yet un-dreamt
Laughs yet not laughed loud
And punch-lines yet un-spent
Mischief yet left unmanaged
And paths yet not walked
Aspirations yet not achieved
And emotions still un-felt
Enlightenment yet to come

‘twas squashed and smashed
And broken
The life sucked out by
A Dementor’s Kiss


All I can say is do not say
That you understand, you know.
You can’t understand in the least
No one can. Not one.
Not me. Not you. Not one.


There are no words. These words I pen,
Are nothing.




[*From the US Code of Federal Regulations]

The author's comments:

On 16 December 2014, seven gunmen conducted a terrorist attack on the Army Public School in the northwestern Pakistani city of Peshawar. The militants, all of whom were foreign nationals, included one Chechen, three Arabs and two Afghans. They entered the school and opened fire on school staff and children,killing 145 people, including 132 schoolchildren (all boys), ranging between eight and eighteen years of age.


The Commanding officer of the Pakistani Forces General AAK Niazi surrendered his forces to the Allied forces commander Lt. Gen. Jagjit Singh Aurora, which marked ending the 9 month-long Bangladesh Liberation War on 16 December 1971

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on Apr. 18 2015 at 10:42 pm
EPluribusUnum DIAMOND, Woodbine, Maryland
59 articles 24 photos 280 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head)."
-Sylvia Plath

I feel like "liking" this poem would be disrespectful to the contents, but know that it is extremely moving. The last two lines are the kind of thing that punches people in the gut. I think as a writer that's one of the most important things you can do.