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Destination
Contributed by
Savannah1085
on
Thursday, 8th September 2011 @ 09:07:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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I’m not who you think I am.
I don’t belong here
I am from somewhere you’ve never been to, seen, thought of, or could ever dream of.
My world is the same to yours, yet so different.
Different people
Different agriculture
Different…well…everything…
I’m not one of your kind
Although I look like you
Talk like you
Do the things you do
Think the things you do
I am not you
And I will never be you
No, im not here to spy
Or dissect
Or kill or hurt
I’m not sure why I am here…
But I know I was put here for a reason
And I’m on that long journey to find out what
People are after me
Not your people, but mine
They know we are here, the few that we are
Most of us are just kids
Teens
Children
But some are adults…and they are after us
If they get us, they will do anything for power
Our power
They are jealous of our group
Some are stronger than others
I am stronger than most, but not the strongest
They will do anything and everything they can to get us
But they can’t
They can try
But together, we can, have, and will beat them all
Atlas will finally be at peace
No more wars…
No more destruction…
Just peace
I might return home someday
Maybe not
It all depends on my ability to remember what happened
My life
My sister and parents
My friends and enemies
My rebirth
It all happened…
And all I have to do is remember
The crystal
We have to protect it
Right now, we don’t have it
But we stole it as kids
We can take it back
And we will
We are stronger now
Defensive
Together
A family of warriors
Ready to fight
Ready to do anything for each other
We are all we have left
Atlas is beautiful
Trees, their branches flowing down to the ground like waterfalls
The water, though there’s not much, is a bright, bright blue as clear as air.
You can see to the bottom of the oceans
The air is clean and fresh
A brand new land
Not all of them are like our group
To them, we are an unexpected army.
No one knew what was going to come from us…
We are out of the ordinary there
But we don’t even exist here
We could try to bring out our swords, armor, fighting skills
But your world doesn’t accept that
Your kind would never understand what we go through
You’re upset because you didn’t see your friend at school today
We have almost no friends; only ourselves and a few select other of your kind
You forgot lunch, and your starving
We sometimes go days without anything to eat
I have almost gotten killed many times
I’ve actually been killed once
That’s why I am here
Everything has to come back to me before I can return to my home
Maybe I will someday
Maybe…
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Savannah1085
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2011-09-08 21:07:31]
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Re: Destination
(User Rating: 1 )
by FlintHunter on
Friday, 9th September 2011 @ 06:05:35 AM AEST
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What a wonderful poem -- and you wouldn't believe how many 'coincidences' I saw as I read your dynamic words. I, too, especially when I was young (I'm 60 now), I too felt as you do. The world is a mixed-up place -- but those of us who see beyond the mix-up --even as we age-- marvel that this Place stays in one piece. You have the life of a poet. May poetry be yours all your life! -- FlintHunter
PS I don't know how to 'rate' poems -- figuratively and literally. It's not my idea of a good thing to do. Is a pear less than an apple? is coal less that a diamond? You get my drift.... Even if I knew how to rate poems -- you'd not get a score out of me. When I was a teacher I refused to give grades to the students or else I gave them all A's. You of course -- like everyone -- then -- get an A -- just for being who you are -- and that's cool. And. That's. Cool. |
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