Mystic Essence

the sound of fluttering wings
echos around the horizon.
a translucent butterfly
glides along the wind,
dancing with the breeze,
softly and slowly.
Cares nonexistent.
The aura of tranquility
trickles down its wings.
it sways into a forest.
why did it go?

Unfair Disaster

Impoverished,
Unsated hunger follows daily.
Villagers' faces look
Solemn and empty,
As if nothing that outlives them
Can do much damage.
This lie was disproved
On an unexpected afternoon.
Everyday people
Fulfill tasks
To survive,
To maintain their families.
Children being children,
Play as they should.
A slight tremor,
Turns the world into complete upheaval and ruination.
A 7.0 earthquake.
Thereafter, the sound of silence
Radiates the area.
Buildings,
Hospitals,
Homes-
All destroyed.
Light shrieks are heard underneath the havoc.
Innocent, strong-willed survivors
Gain strength to rise.
Glancing at a hell
They didn't deserve to be in.

Temporary Silence

A silence has come;
A silence that both lifts and suppresses,
All at once.
Lives life in comfort
And leaves it, limp,
Like a frozen drop of transience,
On a still winter branch
That might or might not be
spring arising to life again.

Adventures in Solitude

Sitting on the harbor,
He glances at
Passing boats
Cruising the ocean's blue waters.
He stands,
Scouring everywhere for
Something,
But finding nothing.
The wings
Of the feathered creature
Spread openly-
Ready to take off.
Gliding through the cloudy sky,
The unhappy bird
Travels on
In search of
Adventures in solitude.

Ants Marching

They stand for themselves.
Males and females
Fight to gain their rights,
Freedom,
And equality,
From the ones
Who oppress
And dictate.
The aura of corruption
And evil
Radiates the world
Like a virus;
Bombs made for the cause of
Hurting the innocent.
A day comes by
When the innocent
Can no longer put up with hell.
Like ants marching,
They stand united as one
To stand up to the wrong in life
Hoping to soon make peace.

Somehow

Love deteriorates now that you're far.

Your voice still sounds in my ears;

Soft explosions blossom with the beat of my heart.

My mind still goes on

Reminiscing the image of you.

You left sweet, sweet memories

That no one could ever take away.

The Miner

The brisk, chilly morning-

Though to early for most to rise,

The miner is awake.

"The true way to render ourselves happy

Is to love our work and find pleasure in it,"

He believes.

As the man arrives to work,

He catches a glimpse of his surroundings.

The whole world on the horizon

With a trickling river,

Filled with salmon,

Meandering to some destination.

The movement of trees

As the wind whistles through its leaves

Wafts the smell of fresh pine.

Captivated by the grandiose view,

He finds contentment.

It is his first day

Working as a miner.

Tools in hand,

The lights of his new helmet switched on-

Ready for anything.

The company notifies workers of coal underneath the Alps.

Blasts from the explosives

Eradicate the once alluring site.

The miner watches as

The sky darkens;

The air fills with dirt and soot.

The mountain stands,

Demoralized

Left treeless,

Surrounded by black, motion-less water,

And void of life.

The miner stood

With a soot-covered face,

Regretting the work he's done.