The Scriptures of Homicide - a witness [ p o e m ]


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I was in a mood and this contest inspired me to write,
this is story from the perspective of hope following a man [in this case, Steve] who has travelled far through his past and present who needs assistance in reaching the destination of his future. Struggling to move on, hope helps him realise his surroundings whilst embracing the beauty and depth of the circumstance itself. The scars left behind by the man's past will always remain but with his mind cured from his afflictions he's able to move on and recognise that his future is right in front of him.
I'm not particularly the best writer but I'm writing this for myself, just enjoy it and take what you will from it; it isn't designed for the understanding of my feelings nor does it have any clear train of thought driving it but it is simply for the expression and release of emotion.
Thanks for reading if you do ( ˙-˙ ) <3

As drops descend from his face, rolling past his heart to be soaked up by whoever might pass underneath

Blanketed in a wispy layer of mist
he grips her hand tightly

Wanting to get up from the place he’s been anchored to for so long but not ready to
The dull sinking feeling that resides over him, pushing him further and further deeper

into the surface

These absent buildings clinging around only setting him in his place,
at the edge of perception

What is left of his mind begins to drift, leaching out like a plague of activity across a circuit board

And exactly like a switch, he finds something she hid inside of him
An incendiary note, left
Time itself seems to stop for a moment,
sparking from him

Setting her soul ablaze
so vibrantly scorching her existence

And so, I stand
In witness

Of such an ethereal sight
and see
just the smallest details

where drops turn to streams and paralysis turns into a rigid tremble

Managing to unclasp his hands from where they were
he shivers

Placing his hands onto the pavement
unfamiliarity seeping out his fingertips and spilling

the snow melting softly around him

Unknowing of where exactly I am, he tries to compose himself
But he doesn’t notice that his legs have gone unused for so long

Struggling to stand like a newly born lamb he stumbles
thankful for the absence of those buildings

His breath unconcealed in the spiritless atmosphere
Caution in the wind veiled by snowflakes


Just like before, the sheets of ice lay atop, varnishing what seems to be a landscape of optimism
Obscured by crimson flesh and soft chimes of melancholy that resonates within him,

a sun rises

He begins to stand
The mist circling his feet, trailing him as he makes his way beyond the buildings

Beyond the colourless town
Beyond his travesty
His heart still so sharply yearning for what once was but couldn’t be
to something more

And here I stand
A distance so short

away from him

in an entirely parallel world
Watching him as he takes the first steps out of the mist
closer, and closer

he steps

his face, as cold as ice
detached from this harbour
transcending gradually into consciousness

I decide to put my reservations aside and reach out for him
the light piercing through his lifeforce
irises so profound

an abyss of magnificence
alluding to what could only be the unfaltering desire of inception
the temptations that captivate him
releasing him from where he once stood

and so he realises;
The snow is no longer dripped with red
and it is instead

an eternal springtime in his mind

the new surroundings
curing him from the dangers of his thought
beaming with new hope

and for the first time

I see in clarity

an angels wings repair itself
from the depths of grief and desolation.

and then I weep.

For nothing could have prepared me for the sight of this journey.

Tags:Poetry, Contest, Fox, Poem, Emotion, Vocabulary, Imagery, Vivid, Writing, Expression, Mommy, Daddy, Watermelon, Zebra, Steve, New, Land, Hope, Story
Credit:ya mam

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  • Aequotis
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  • April 24, 2017, 9:13 pm
Daddy upvotes
  • Fox
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  • Artisan Ladybug
  • April 24, 2017, 9:15 pm
Now that's what I like to hear.
  • Aequotis
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  • Grandmaster Vampire
  • April 24, 2017, 9:25 pm
Aequotis. Professional daddy
  • Fox
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  • April 24, 2017, 9:39 pm
  • Aequotis
  • Level 58
  • Grandmaster Vampire
  • April 24, 2017, 9:41 pm
Bollocks, PMC says you're a Ladybug.
  • Fox
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  • April 24, 2017, 9:46 pm
what about ladybug doesn't scream "daddy" to you?
  • Aequotis
  • Level 58
  • Grandmaster Vampire
  • April 25, 2017, 4:34 am
Oh daddybug me up?
It honestly makes you think beyond your limits.
Beautiful poem! :D♥
  • Fox
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  • April 11, 2017, 11:29 am
Thank you so much!!!!!!!! <3 I'm glad you think so
No problem ;D
  • Ludicrous
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  • April 6, 2017, 10:13 pm
you write? i thought you just took pictures and drew :p

p good stuff
  • Fox
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  • April 6, 2017, 11:22 pm
I am a fox of many trades :P
  • Zatharel
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  • April 6, 2017, 2:36 am
  • Fox
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  • April 6, 2017, 3:27 am
just like da booty
  • The Teszybco
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  • Apprentice Network
  • April 5, 2017, 5:33 pm
Well-written and has some depth to it. I like it. <3
  • Fox
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  • April 5, 2017, 5:48 pm
Thank you <3! I really appreciate the feedback

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