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LJ Chaplin Mar 2015
Dust and rubble settle at my feet,
A chaotic collapse
Inside myself that I could never
Have imagined,
The foundations are shaken,
The cracks began to show,
And piece by piece
It all spectacularly fell apart,
Nothing to hold on to,
Nothing to steady myself with
As it all crashed and burned,
Leaving me surrounded by the ruins
Of an Empire that took years to build
And seconds to destroy.
Dat Boi Mar 2015
The Kingdom of Dreams
Swords raised in memory
Shields brandished with hope
Castle made of thoughts

We are the soldiers, with our helmets of want
Our swords to remember the happy times and the dark
Our shields to guide us through the thick confusion

Our Kings, their glittering crowns, provide us with happiness
With thoughts of a better tomorrow
Our Queens, with their lavish dresses
To remind us that it will get better
But even though our mind landscape gets wetter,
We'll remember that bad times never last

Pick ourselves up
Hoist ourselves on memory,
Shield each other with hope
Cling to each other,
The thoughts come like a sea of cattle

The demons may plague our minds with their dangerous weapons
But our righteous army, hope, happiness, thoughts, memory
Rise up from the ashes we call our spirit
"Defeat this enemy," We command with desperation

Our army and the enemies clash
We clutch our shields
Hope, I need hope.
The enemy is defeated.
We fall into a dream, not awoken for long

A new Kingdom is constructed.
Built on thoughts, hope, happiness, memory
It's our Empire of Thought
We shall remember what was fought.
Selena Jance Jan 2015
We know which sacrifices what we believe in brings
So we will sit together amongst the trees to celebrate, the destruction and the fluster of
All this released creativity. So we know that only with standing together
We can own the future that comes to us, something we fought tooth and nail
To stand for, to gather for and burn our empires.

On the pyres of our ruined privilege we cry. Our holy times,
They have come and gone. In the emptiness we find our souls again and
Reclaim the soil that was born from all our forbearers together. And we know that
We own whatever will comes fleeting toward us.

In our clenched fists we hold hope and crush
The remains of past empires and privileges.


© 24 November 2013
Empire, not as the ruling classes work together but that one category of people we need to abolish for all of us to be truly free.
Derekis Jan 2015
At the edge of tomorrow,
we can see the end of an empire.
Past the line of the gunfire..
all that's left is deep sorrow.

All creation ends in destruction.
Becoming dust after the hellfire,
after avarice's greedy seduction.
Burned in a cruel selfish desire,
following a small mind's instruction.

In the death of a lifetime,
the system begins to unfold.
Shifting humanity's lifeline,
war begins to be retold.

Kingdoms rise and fall.
No beginning without an end.
Death triumphs over all.
Victor's history penned.

A crumbling nation of one.
We cant escape power's misfire.
Through society's expecting gun,
it's the end of our empire.
What im trying to have is something special girl
Lets make an empire own the world
Im inspired by that fire in your eyes
You got potential and you're my essential to live
You don't worry about What i got to give
I got plenty of warm hugs and kisses
But my plan is for you & i to be together happy
Lillia Nov 2014
Two hearts, one path.
We built an empire together.
We saw the world, conquered it.
Alas, just as empires do,
Love rises, love falls
And now one path diverges two.
I often visit the ruins of our empire,
No longer bitter over the end of our Era.
Instead I see it's monuments,
Gazing in awe over the relics of our past.
I'm filled with pride when I see
how far the civilization that is my life
has grown because of our empire.
My heart has but one wish for you,
its hope: that you have grown too.
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
First, I claim my land and choose my artillery for
Paper and for pen.
Before going into battle, my men are prepped with
The message and plot.
On my claimed land I lay bricks and marble of
Rhythm and theme.
Now, my land is ready to hold life in
Imagery and in style.
Finally, I build a fortress there in the reader’s own mind.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Updated 11/23/16
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