Burned Into Saints
Sparks ignite
The arid fields
And childhood memories
A glow
Hangs like hell above
Bathed in warm light
Flames climb
The walls of the house
In which we once slept
Hopes
Dreams, loss and regrets
In seconds turned to ash
The place
Where you whispered
Secrets in my ears
Consumed
By roaring fires
And engulfed by our fear
Tens of thousands
Swept away
Displaced and fled from home
Standing here
In ashen clothes
Praying to stay strong
Facing on
Armaggedon
We see the human race
Stand together
As they should
Burned into saints
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I paint, animate, write novels and short stories, compose and record music, brew beer, create various social projects all while preparing to study biochemistry at UCSD. It's always been hard to focus on one subject as literally everything fascinates me, yet writing is always at the center of my life. At the moment I'm looking to publish at least one of the dozen-or-so novels I've been working on, maybe even freelance as a journalist at some point in the future... ...and to be honest I never wrote poetry until now.
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