The first rays of sun beat down on the scarred land, baking and scorching the already dry soil. Small clumps of crops grew here and there where there was enough to hold onto. From the small village, a scrawny rooster could be heard announcing the morning as people left the shelter of their huts, thanking whoever had let them survive another night.
Talow was like any other fifteen tahun old that was still alive and not recruited. He worked on the farm, if anda could call it that, picking the weeds and making sure the village would have food. Shoving himself off the thin blankets, Talow got ready to face another day.
“Good morning, papa.” He stepped outdoors to see his father hooking up the keldai, mule to the old wagon. “Where are anda going? The crops are not ready to harvest and we have nothing else to bring to market.” Talow helped his father buckle the straps around the animal’s thin chest.
“We need supplies.” His father berkata as he picked up his sack. “Your sisters are growing and will soon find husbands of their own, we can’t rely on them forever.” He wrapped the lead around his wrist and turned to lead the keldai, mule towards the neighbouring village of Maylan.
“I will come with you.” Talow followed his father.
“You need to finish your work first.” His father continued to walk on. “Besides, Maylan is no place for kids. Talow stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t been called a kid since his mother had seen him trying to help his sister bring in the crops.
He had been only five at the time, trying to drag one of the carts through the fields as his sisters, both at least three years older then he was, had loaded it with whatever had managed to grow that year. Talia, the oldest sejak six months had placed an armful of lumpy potatoes in the cart, troli when the whole thing tipped over spilling the mornings labour across the dusty ground. Their mother had struck him across the ear, scolding him for creating lebih work. She had berkata the fields were no place for a kid running around and getting in the way. Talow had spent the rest of the morning sulking under the elongated roof of the neighbours, shading himself from the bright sun and the harsh words of his mother.
She had passed two years lalu during the drought that had left everyone desperate for any water they could find. The barrels that usually collected rainwater were dry and the jungle, which had moved in as the climate had warmed, provided dangers beyond imagination. Talow watched his father walk down the winding trail to the edge of berkata jungle, disappearing between the large leaves as he followed the path to Maylan.
He turned to look out at the village. The occasional neighbour could be seen weaving between the huts, feeding chickens, milking goats, atau getting ready to head out to the plains. Out here, away from the cities, people worked to survive. If anda were lucky anda produced enough for the family and maybe a few spare coins. Talow picked his way to a small hut on the edge of the village. The yard had a short fence made from mismatched materials like wooden beams, and rusting steel running around it keeping a few skinny chickens from running off and getting eaten sejak something. Stepping over the barrier Talow made his way to the front door of the slightly lopsided house. It was made from baked clay bricks and had stood here for years; the roof was an extension of the bukit behind it creating a green roof that allowed for a garden on top. The door shook on its hinges as he knocked on the thin board.
“It’s open.” A faint voice could be heard from inside the house. Talow pushed the door open revealing a circular room that was the only one in the house. The walls were washed in the dim light of a sputtering candle placed on a wobbling stack of old books. Beside these was a wooden meja, jadual with two chairs, one occupied sejak the owner. She was no lebih then four and a half feet with a tuff of white hair at the crown. Grandma Ninovan was the oldest woman to still live in the village. Both of her sons had been taken into the army when they were kids so she lived alone in her little hut. She had no grandkids so she wasn’t really anyone’s grandmother but she acted like one. Talow had grown up with Grandma Ninovan checking up on the family, for the past three years he had been doing odd jobs for her to repay for the countless times she had saved them from starving throughout the year. Everything from feeding the chickens, to repairing the fence with bits he could find discarded sejak others. Today she sat, looking out the round window at the jungle beyond.
“Grandma Ninovan? Is something wrong?” Talow was usually off with his assignment sejak now, happy to help in any way he could but today he wasn’t. Grandma Ninovan hadn’t even moved as he came in, she just continued to look out the window, hands clasped around the wooden cane she used, lips moving as if speaking. Talow leaned in to hear what the old woman was saying when the sound of shouting and gunfire caused him to stop. Talow looked to Grandma Ninovan, she was crying and trying to say something to him.
“Go, they are here.” Her faint whisper reached his ears just as a soldier, no older then Talow broke the door down with the butt of his gun. He stepped through the space, regarding Talow and Grandma Ninovan and as he checked the gauge on his flame-gun. Grandma Ninovan sat quietly, eyes closed as the boy let loose a jet of flame onto the furniture; the room was blazing within minutes. Talow reached for Grandma Ninovan but she pulled out of his grasp, gesturing to the door. Hesitating, he ducked out the door as the soldier boy went from house to house, lighting them up the same way.
Talow was disoriented from the fumes but he managed to make his way back to his home, grateful that no one was home. He charged through the open door, grabbing anything that may be helpful. He threw a few things in a bag, shoving a balled up blanket in when he heard the screaming of woman and men alike. Talow took the bag and ran for the jungle; no one would follow him in there. He merpati between the leafy branches, watching from the corner of his eye as his village, his utama went up in flames.
Talow was like any other fifteen tahun old that was still alive and not recruited. He worked on the farm, if anda could call it that, picking the weeds and making sure the village would have food. Shoving himself off the thin blankets, Talow got ready to face another day.
“Good morning, papa.” He stepped outdoors to see his father hooking up the keldai, mule to the old wagon. “Where are anda going? The crops are not ready to harvest and we have nothing else to bring to market.” Talow helped his father buckle the straps around the animal’s thin chest.
“We need supplies.” His father berkata as he picked up his sack. “Your sisters are growing and will soon find husbands of their own, we can’t rely on them forever.” He wrapped the lead around his wrist and turned to lead the keldai, mule towards the neighbouring village of Maylan.
“I will come with you.” Talow followed his father.
“You need to finish your work first.” His father continued to walk on. “Besides, Maylan is no place for kids. Talow stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t been called a kid since his mother had seen him trying to help his sister bring in the crops.
He had been only five at the time, trying to drag one of the carts through the fields as his sisters, both at least three years older then he was, had loaded it with whatever had managed to grow that year. Talia, the oldest sejak six months had placed an armful of lumpy potatoes in the cart, troli when the whole thing tipped over spilling the mornings labour across the dusty ground. Their mother had struck him across the ear, scolding him for creating lebih work. She had berkata the fields were no place for a kid running around and getting in the way. Talow had spent the rest of the morning sulking under the elongated roof of the neighbours, shading himself from the bright sun and the harsh words of his mother.
She had passed two years lalu during the drought that had left everyone desperate for any water they could find. The barrels that usually collected rainwater were dry and the jungle, which had moved in as the climate had warmed, provided dangers beyond imagination. Talow watched his father walk down the winding trail to the edge of berkata jungle, disappearing between the large leaves as he followed the path to Maylan.
He turned to look out at the village. The occasional neighbour could be seen weaving between the huts, feeding chickens, milking goats, atau getting ready to head out to the plains. Out here, away from the cities, people worked to survive. If anda were lucky anda produced enough for the family and maybe a few spare coins. Talow picked his way to a small hut on the edge of the village. The yard had a short fence made from mismatched materials like wooden beams, and rusting steel running around it keeping a few skinny chickens from running off and getting eaten sejak something. Stepping over the barrier Talow made his way to the front door of the slightly lopsided house. It was made from baked clay bricks and had stood here for years; the roof was an extension of the bukit behind it creating a green roof that allowed for a garden on top. The door shook on its hinges as he knocked on the thin board.
“It’s open.” A faint voice could be heard from inside the house. Talow pushed the door open revealing a circular room that was the only one in the house. The walls were washed in the dim light of a sputtering candle placed on a wobbling stack of old books. Beside these was a wooden meja, jadual with two chairs, one occupied sejak the owner. She was no lebih then four and a half feet with a tuff of white hair at the crown. Grandma Ninovan was the oldest woman to still live in the village. Both of her sons had been taken into the army when they were kids so she lived alone in her little hut. She had no grandkids so she wasn’t really anyone’s grandmother but she acted like one. Talow had grown up with Grandma Ninovan checking up on the family, for the past three years he had been doing odd jobs for her to repay for the countless times she had saved them from starving throughout the year. Everything from feeding the chickens, to repairing the fence with bits he could find discarded sejak others. Today she sat, looking out the round window at the jungle beyond.
“Grandma Ninovan? Is something wrong?” Talow was usually off with his assignment sejak now, happy to help in any way he could but today he wasn’t. Grandma Ninovan hadn’t even moved as he came in, she just continued to look out the window, hands clasped around the wooden cane she used, lips moving as if speaking. Talow leaned in to hear what the old woman was saying when the sound of shouting and gunfire caused him to stop. Talow looked to Grandma Ninovan, she was crying and trying to say something to him.
“Go, they are here.” Her faint whisper reached his ears just as a soldier, no older then Talow broke the door down with the butt of his gun. He stepped through the space, regarding Talow and Grandma Ninovan and as he checked the gauge on his flame-gun. Grandma Ninovan sat quietly, eyes closed as the boy let loose a jet of flame onto the furniture; the room was blazing within minutes. Talow reached for Grandma Ninovan but she pulled out of his grasp, gesturing to the door. Hesitating, he ducked out the door as the soldier boy went from house to house, lighting them up the same way.
Talow was disoriented from the fumes but he managed to make his way back to his home, grateful that no one was home. He charged through the open door, grabbing anything that may be helpful. He threw a few things in a bag, shoving a balled up blanket in when he heard the screaming of woman and men alike. Talow took the bag and ran for the jungle; no one would follow him in there. He merpati between the leafy branches, watching from the corner of his eye as his village, his utama went up in flames.
The clap of thunder, anda remember that?
The shriek of fear
The crumbling takhta in which anda sat
Despite all, there's still lebih to anda than can pray tell
So I stayed silent as anda fell
Tell me something, was it worth it?
Now all anda can do is menanggung, bear it
As your teeth anda do grit
It was a burst of exertion on your part
I hope anda are capable of repairing your heart
I am afraid Hell has no lebih room for you
I remember it all from start to finish
Here is a clue
Wish for fear and hate on others
And the results
Scoff and misery will be your end
You’re ending insults
In the end I will wish anda only the best
And dear God may your soul find happiness in rest
The shriek of fear
The crumbling takhta in which anda sat
Despite all, there's still lebih to anda than can pray tell
So I stayed silent as anda fell
Tell me something, was it worth it?
Now all anda can do is menanggung, bear it
As your teeth anda do grit
It was a burst of exertion on your part
I hope anda are capable of repairing your heart
I am afraid Hell has no lebih room for you
I remember it all from start to finish
Here is a clue
Wish for fear and hate on others
And the results
Scoff and misery will be your end
You’re ending insults
In the end I will wish anda only the best
And dear God may your soul find happiness in rest
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Soar through the skies
tunjuk your power
Like never before.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Roam the world
tunjuk everyone that anda are
Adventurous, free.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Break free of your shackles
And fly free,
Before they come back
To lock anda back in prison.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
tunjuk the country
Your determination,
Your courage.
Not only that,
But you, mighty eagle,
Have the power
To motivate the whole world
To inspire them,
To tunjuk them that no one,
No one,
Can keep anyone
Under chains.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
tunjuk everyone
That slavery is no longer
An option.
Fly free, my beautiful eagle.
Mighty eagle
Soar through the skies
tunjuk your power
Like never before.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Roam the world
tunjuk everyone that anda are
Adventurous, free.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Break free of your shackles
And fly free,
Before they come back
To lock anda back in prison.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
tunjuk the country
Your determination,
Your courage.
Not only that,
But you, mighty eagle,
Have the power
To motivate the whole world
To inspire them,
To tunjuk them that no one,
No one,
Can keep anyone
Under chains.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
tunjuk everyone
That slavery is no longer
An option.
Fly free, my beautiful eagle.
Dousing anda with water
Oh, how graceful
Leaping out of the water
Playing underwater
Having a good time
In the great big ocean
Now I see one, two
So many playing together
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Oh, how graceful
Leaping out of the water
Playing underwater
Having a good time
In the great big ocean
Now I see one, two
So many playing together
This is the first in the World of Poems series. Tell me what anda think in comments!
This is kitty190123, with another original article! Check out my profile! I'll peminat anda if anda peminat me!
Be sure to sertai the Young Authors club! A club for all young (that means 18 and under) authors!
I am just Penulisan this to get my artikel telah diposkan because it says it is too short!
The world is hostile,
Antigeohumane.
Why do people want me
To be someone I am not?
Sometimes I feel as if
Things are going slow,
The way that no one understands
Me, at all.
Why do people want me to be
Someone I really am not?
Why can't I just be myself,
tunjuk them who I really am?
I really know I'm someone else,
Someone who could do far more.
But I'm stuck with the painful thought
Of being who I am not.
Why do I have to lie to myself?
Being someone else,
And not yourself,
Is basically lying to yourself,
After all.
All that parents tell you,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Now comes to waste,
When they want anda to be someone
anda really aren't.
That's what I call lying now.
Oh, what a hostile world.
Any way to prevent it from being so hostile?
No, I'm afraid not.
All anda have to do
Is stick with it.
Live the life that anda imagined.
Antigeohumane.
Why do people want me
To be someone I am not?
Sometimes I feel as if
Things are going slow,
The way that no one understands
Me, at all.
Why do people want me to be
Someone I really am not?
Why can't I just be myself,
tunjuk them who I really am?
I really know I'm someone else,
Someone who could do far more.
But I'm stuck with the painful thought
Of being who I am not.
Why do I have to lie to myself?
Being someone else,
And not yourself,
Is basically lying to yourself,
After all.
All that parents tell you,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Now comes to waste,
When they want anda to be someone
anda really aren't.
That's what I call lying now.
Oh, what a hostile world.
Any way to prevent it from being so hostile?
No, I'm afraid not.
All anda have to do
Is stick with it.
Live the life that anda imagined.
There was a bond created,
As I felt the deep warmth
Of my friend's face against mine
Her hati, tengah-tengah pounding against my shoulder.
The feeling of the two of us,
Together at last,
Undivided,
Felt so good,
I never wanted to let go.
I wanted to hold on to him
Forever.
He was an amazing person
Who always teased me,
Cheered me up all the time,
And, of course,
Always took my side.
He was an unique person,
As he was never the one to be bragging,
But always the one who teased me.
Now,
No one else ever did this.
This was truly the work of
Someone special.
I will never let go of him.
I will never run away from him.
He is mine.
And will always be.
Both of us,
United.
As I felt the deep warmth
Of my friend's face against mine
Her hati, tengah-tengah pounding against my shoulder.
The feeling of the two of us,
Together at last,
Undivided,
Felt so good,
I never wanted to let go.
I wanted to hold on to him
Forever.
He was an amazing person
Who always teased me,
Cheered me up all the time,
And, of course,
Always took my side.
He was an unique person,
As he was never the one to be bragging,
But always the one who teased me.
Now,
No one else ever did this.
This was truly the work of
Someone special.
I will never let go of him.
I will never run away from him.
He is mine.
And will always be.
Both of us,
United.