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Dawn of Lighten Feb 2016
He stood on the "Endless Bridge" in Guthrie Theater,
And looked onward at the old abandon mill district of Minneapolis.

The crescent moon ascended to the glimmer of the city lights
As the nature of the wind pulled his hair back to shed his hidden soul.

The Mississippi River clash against the pavements of the dam,
And the moist from the river felt through the air on the pours of the skin.

Neon lights of the 35W reminded the contemporary architect of modern city,
But the old mill district had it's ever so present among the modern buildings.

In that silence she walked down the aisle from the theater entry onto the balcony,
The silent graceful walk even in heels like a prey of the jungle,
There she stood next to him to reach her arm around his.

He glanced onto her face matching his eyes to her's,
And she pulled the most warm honest smile of innocence.

Upon his gaze upon her dark glistened navy blue dress,
With golden neckless he gave her as their anniversary gift,
And pearl earring illuminated the moon light of nightly beauty.

"You look majestic," barely able to mutter as he faced her side by side,
And his back against the solid balcony wall.
As title implies, this is the scene in screen write's epilogue.
To those people who are new to Minneapolis area, here is bit of description from a well known news source.   http://twincitiestourguide.com/2008/09/20/stop-4-the-guthrie-theater-innovative-exciting-blue/
will we finally know
what we have always
   wanted to
when our lives end

   long expected
   always too sudden

or will it just be
   once more
the old wisdom

we know little
   and that
at the wrong time
Ben Fernekees Nov 2011
i cant even try
now that you've bled me dry
so i can no longer move on
from everything thats gone

the sharp knife in my hand
to make the final stand
and take away all the pain
that falls in the rain

show the demons that have come
that im ready for my final song
when the words no longer make a rhyme
and stand still this final time

how can you see my fate
when you cant stop your own
cuz its in this final state
that i am left alone

now that i see the light
for the final time
i finally lose my sight
unable to shine
Àŧùl Dec 2015
I'm that boy who she wants as her toy,
But alas, I am defective as I'm a man now & not a boy,
So the kid got bored of trying to mould me.

She got bored of listening to wise advice,
Perhaps I was wrong on my part too in the end,
So no use ensuing the blame-game now.

I just accept it now,
I was born defective,
Accident just worsened me.

But if you sit calmly and think of it,
All the injury to my brain can heal,
Not the injury to my heart under a veil.

Broken, assaulted & assassinated,
I am time & again due to my errors,
I don't blame anyone for defects I made.
Of course, she says that she's busy with someone that gives her his full attention.

Well I can't do that sacrificing my career just for some momentary pleasure.

I don't think she'll ever grow up to suit my preferences.

Basic habits of eating, drinking and daily habits are a mismatch.

I am proud of my prose,
But I am not proud for whom it rose.

My HP Poem #940
©Atul Kaushal
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
one
by
one
they
came

no
light
no
candle
to
smudge
the
pure
darkn­ess

children
of
the
shade
revelers
of
midnight
there
to
view
the­
event

in
the
womb
of
blackness
moons
were
cocooned
awaiting
the­
push
of
labor

~ stars ~
spent
with
their
urgency
await
the
impetus
that
will
send
them
­spiraling
out
into
blue
and
gold
galaxies
to
scintillation
with
n­ebulae

and
so
the
event

the
faces
of
the
creatures
of
the
crepu­scule
evaporate

the
moons
are
birthed
into
fire

the
stars
are
scattered
like
a
billion
bi­lliard
*****

the
fabrication
that
was
matter
energy
space
and
ti­me
is

no

more


^
<      >
\/
and satan whimpers


the universe began with a bang?

it will end with one, too

___
Àŧùl Dec 2015
Such is my next exam on Saturday,
Yes I mean tomorrow.

Yes, extra time I do get for writing,
Because I'm partially disabled.

But even in extra time I barely manage it.

*OFF TO STUDY
My HP Poem #935
©Atul Kaushal
Loveless Dec 2015
When the war of the beasts
Brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss
Her gift everlasting
The first part the six part poem Loveless

The end of the world is brought by duel of the beasts
For me the world is my body
The beasts within me
One evil is one good
From the sky a goddess will fall
With her wings, one light one dark
She would take us to heaven
Along with her gift

Each part have various interpretation

Second part
hellopoetry.com/poem/1496927/loveless-act-i/
Robert Guerrero Dec 2015
Growing up you want to be
Sleeping Beauty's knight
Snow Whites true loves kiss
Cinderella's prince charming
You want to be the reason
She has a happily ever after
Its all ******* fantasies
They never had a lick of truth behind them
False hopes for the young minds
Leading them to believe
Everything goes your way eventually
My happy ever after
Is everybody else's
Happily never ever
I find my solitude in the drugs
**** it all
The real me gets to run free
Carefree, **** it all
All those promises of me quitting
My happiness is in the alcohol
The whiskey of a dragons fire
Soaring down my throat
I want to get so ****** up
I have to look down to find heaven
So this prince of stupidity
Lived happily never ever
Drowning in a pool of his *****
Choking himself in mountains of anger
Always feeling like the last thing
On everyone's mind
Just a nuisance
Saying he loves her
Saying hello to him
It was all pointless to begin
So they lived happily ever after
When he finally shot himself.
Possibly my last poem. Bye.
Trevon Haywood Dec 2015
it's the final month of 2015 and we have to finish strong before it's all over set and done.
We don't have to wait too long because Christmas is 3 weeks away and the new year is coming up soon.
So, be safe and patient until 2015 is officially coming to a beautiful grand end.
And if it works, I'll be pursuing my business next year as one of it's own kind.

Anonymous. 12/1/2015.
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.
Ever struggle so much that you find yourself in constant prayer wondering about this whole Jesus and eternal life thing?
John 14:6 "Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."
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