The End of Human Tears

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In the art of war, a young girl finds an unlikely friend in the moon. His emotion is human, but when one cries, is it the end of human tears?

Submitted: July 15, 2017

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Daughter's View

Living on Mother Earth, we're treated to the gifts of nature since birth. It's the one place that has always had a calender for history. A history slowly erased when the library gets amnesia. Over millions of years the earth has evolved, but still a child. Many faces the world has had, needing make up each time there is war. Each time she will spin on her axis, she is breaking her neck for us. We are the disease to give her cancer, and no cure means no answer. 

A child in the middle of teenage childhood, eyes seeing fatal blood. Her last night on earth because she will leave, the earth's air not innocent. Her lost eyes will take some shots, the camera that couldn't take photos. Her mother is colourless, the sky with different coloured headaches. Both sets of eyes looking for the moon, blinking quickly like UFOS. People of the night the earth's zombies, soulless walking in bloody air. A wasp flying to a flower, flying saucer flying to the moon. The paint brush and the red paint for the wounded run, the knife and the gun. 

People fighting for lost hope, suicide better with strong hanging rope. The girl seeing the souls of people floating away in the high air. All of the red balloons gone from the party, the air of death awaits. Living and death both faces on a coin, one flip and they are both faceless. Alive on earth living is breathing, dying on earth slumbering sleep. She is the lucky one of innocent air whose blood has not popped death. Letting war shed the tears she is too young for, the fading innocence. Her eyes can see the truth, knowing people die her childhood is over. Human glass bottles breaking til they are gone, she's left the only one.

The sky is the wrong colour again, it paints the picture of first pain. In her heart colours of the rainbow beat wrong on a different path. In red she is the tide of love, the favour of love and protection. In yellow she is the sun burning clouds, basking the earth with holy. In pink she is the most glorious friend, the sky that is a great place. In green she is the emerald earth, each step walking on it a treasure. In orange she is the fruits of summer, her blood refreshing as life. In purple she has become bruises on skin, fragile skating on ice. In blue she is what the skies have become, the bird that flies free again. Her skin a rainbow when bathed, her own heart the captor to keep her slaved. 

The building inside her head crumbling, yellow brick road in her heart stumbling. The torn silver a headache for blue skies for when sleeping pills don't work. The drug of the sky a yellow sun, the drugs don't work they make you worse. Horrific rays of sickly yellow burn perfect lotion for our skin. Cloudless death when skies turn grey, human skin a death sentence with cancer. Leaving our body with a hole in our soul, now a hole in the world. Lost colour of eyesight, the glass window of our eyes breaks forever. Her glasses of broken eyesight, her vision dark is misplaced for light.

The world is painted in two halves, outside some suffocate wearing scarfs. Outside the window the night is a painted expression that is dark. Stars shine with burning yellow, enough to give the painting clarity. The moon is the twin sister of the sun, just colder in tranquil air. Not as big or bright as the sun; more romantic as candles blow out. She will stay there in silence so people can sleep and be safe in dreams. Her faded light brings beautiful memories in all of our hearts once. On a musical table playing a lullaby, the last goodbye.

The night is our eyes closed shut, prostitutes get raped and called a slut. We stare death when we go to sleep at night and don't feel our heart beat. It's hard to see living in a tunnel, closeness of our eyes a dead end. Dreams a hiding place when gas makes us sleep during holocaust of war. For hours we paralyse in our own sleep, sleeping pills keep us awake. Never generous when sleeping is a prelude, the owl puts to sleep. Long hours we sleep before the prelude of death, life expectancy cut. Some will see dawn, some see death when missing the rose and touching the thorn. 

Seeing the world in the dark, the swing lonely in the mist of the empty park. The young girl in a night that doesn't sleep, the moon yawns her tiredness.  The wonders of night gone once more now, no more fairy tale abuse. Her mother covering her as shelter, the land grenade will still kill. The land of earth has become scenery of war, no longer pretty. The night sky looking down at a fireworks display, humans that betray. 

Those stars are the city of forever, holding all hands together. Blood is being thrown like money, and it cannot be saved up to spend. People are being murdered like buildings, cannot stand when they collapse. The screams of people the wind blowing blood, where invisible is seen. Limps being chopped off to create a human salad, blood for dressing. The child is still young, yet she will remember the poetry of the earth. Her mother the fragile shelter, bones in her body a soft brick wall. Their silence a burglar alarm, without noise keeping them from self harm. 

Mother's View

The mother the wall to protect her daughter, from all red blood water. Seeing everything come to a bloody end, keeping their distance far. Not the world she wants to raise her daughter, where humans become extinct. Other families around them trying to keep alive in bloody night. A silent night is no more, the mother will look for a safer door. 

Her loneliness the sand on the beach, let's her blood be sucked by the leech. A rose is the heart, water the electricity that doesn't work. She felt a tragic loss inside, time build a brick road around her heart. Her tears the loss of diamonds melting on an engagement ring. The brass ring left just a dull gold, the tale of the sun and the young moon. Marriage becomes just another person, blood is married to the knife. Hardened tears became glass to replace the diamond on the ring. A reminder that clouds depart when true love can no longer cherish. In autumn love was eternity, in winter it became ashes. The snow of winter cigarette ash, those burnt cannot escape or dash. 

She keeps hold of her statue, looking into her eyes the skies are blue. Her wrapped arms God covering Mount Everest, cannot move true love. The mother never spent the rest of her life with her lover long gone. Art of love a suicide, marriage proposal would be her murder. She is hurting so much, his embrace could take her to the hospital. All she does is protect her daughter, the snake will not eat mice of war. Not allowing the night to be her end, her stale soul she will defend.

Music being played that of gunfire, the death of the empire. Many people lay near death needing help, breathing is not a helpline. The orange forest breathes the fruits of summer to keep nature hidden. Ripened human skin, outer coat peeled off, human insides gory. Squeezing the fruit crushing the air of rib cage, poem and music composed. The goodness of fruit a body in the morgue, pure healthy cancer. The night has risen when daylight lost her sun to blinded pain of eyes. The moon howling when full on the third day, the night raped young women twice. In war the night will talk, masked killer blood will stalk, humans no more walk.

Searching for when air is howling, the wolf inside her heart is growling. Through war and murder, facing bullies and bloody green eyes when in school. The truth now is always told when the window to the soul is broken. The mother hoping she could share love with the face stitched onto her heart. Her lost love reaches brain dead, his library of mind lost all pages. Like a cherry being cherished, blood from his dull eyes a knife in heart. His shadow more human than his soul, in darkness perfect camouflage. Blood tears are the dark side of emotions, no tides to sail in oceans.

Her body a voodoo doll with each pin, her movement that readies sin. The water in the world the blood that keeps the earth spinning for one day. A tsunami on water, a knife wound deep in contrasting waters. The colour of human vision becomes tinted when blood contacts eyes. When blood of Mother Earth has no more air, one more soul dies in pain. That person becomes a morgue when death comes to them, seeing nothing more. Their last eye sight, their plight welcome to the land of human funeral. Forever sleep held in embrace, rain and thunder kill each other in grace. 

Held in a wrestling match she is blading, the blood of her soul fading. Her last thought of the man near her, his ghost comes to the battle field. Twisted love that is a doll building itself with human organics. Beauty self harm the bell rung, more than sixty seconds in her minute. Their names lost when separate, now known when they find the missing night time. Tears of their blood a soothing rain, red thunderstorms emerge from their eyes. The building of a family again, blood and tears lost in the rain.

The cold of love leaving her like ice, the knife ready to slice and dice. Leaving the embrace before they slumber in earth, moonlight is their quilt. Putting his arms around his child, her eyes binoculars to see space. Death will come to them soon, the noise of the night will always wear a scythe. A young child not to cry in the shallowing death of the departed. For she only sees gothic colours painting the world in deathly night. In midsummer autumn the snow is falling red, the night bled bled bled. 

The young child named Autumn seeing stars, on invisible roads as cars. Close to her the screams of a human die being stabbed in all organs. Seeing a star explode, raining blood, organs and bone on that human. As everyone dies, a star will explode, and rain died humanity. So much gore her young eyes will see, no difference between blood and tears. A man will have his arms and legs chopped off, followed by his heart and head. Violent stars exploding, raining bloody black market donations. Autumn feeling alone, seeing blood and bone, childhood cannot atone.

MOTHER

Adventure my discretion as a mother to a young child still here....Wherefore art thou love when still here and I can only chose one tonight? Argal I must aroint thee and abandon thee, you will be safe child....Cap-a-pe I am a callet, leaving you in prostitution blood....I am sorry my dearest child, I love you on the night that didn't....

Mother and father departing, leaving a child for new love starting. Autumn begins crying in the art of war, the letter never sent. A young girl will stop to see Autumn and her childhood tears in a vase. Seeing Autumn not a rose blooming, the flower dies without water. The girl will cry for Autumn, with leaves that fell from her tree a lost cause. As she goes to pick up Autumn, her forlorn tears won't fall forever. Shot in the head once to leave an incomplete jigsaw piece on her skull. Falling down to hug Autumn to a goodnight sleep, mother and child's night. The moon's light will guide Autumn to the safest boom, away from earth's doom. 

The Next Day

The music of the moon sweeping, the emotion on the stars weeping. Autumn seeing deaf stars fail inside illness, expired medication. Asteroids hitting stars, cars hitting people, all universal death. Exploding blood beautifully painting the walls of the universe. Exploding bones the human built black hole to build a home for shelter. Exploding organs illegally giving people a botched donor. A shower of deathly humanity for the earthly plague below. Holding her hand out to save a star, friendship instead inflicts a scar.

Her human tears dropping like petrol, draining the lake to leave a doll. Her body no longer sixty percent water, sharks in shallow seas. Each tear shed, a human in the water decapitated by sharks. Tears that give a flower doom, in sixty seconds of water drowning. Earth nearing the third world, only available aid cannibalism. Every person has now been to space, an explosion in gravity. Autumn's tears her own gravity, meaning of sign language's vanity. 

Ever since that last night, she has been living on the moon in safe delight. Has been lonely for so many years, closest thing to friendship stars dying. Her eyes see a daily fireworks display in the most beautiful space. Her eyes see a painting that will never be complete on space's canvas. She cannot talk to the moon, for he is always like a silent film. He is her only friend, always there with lightly symphonic moonlight. Autumn can talk to the stars before they explode into a fire dance. Another exploding star music in her hands, leaving human lands.

Looking over to the empty wall, wallpaper of empty waterfall. A sleeping volcano that becomes the moon's headache when it erupts. The height of a volcano nearly as tall as a human being. Both bleed from the brain when lava erupts, headaches and flaming hot blood. Skin of the earth scolded, melting to leave behind a body of bones. Erupting in the same place each time, sleeping pills don't close eyes quicker. When blood leaves the body, a mortal human becomes the volcano. Blood becoming our own paint, the walls we paint replacing our own lives. The lava of our blood, the city of our body that will flood.  

Sitting down, wanting to erase wounds that gives the moon face of a clown. Tending to his wounds, a puppet being refurbished to feel human. Even the silent moon feels pain, for a relief he can't cure himself. When she is finished, his beauty is becoming expensive to buy. His face now in new condition, he can walk the road of perdition.

The highest Autumn has lost her leaves, leaving the lost season to grieve. Embrocation for the moons mend, wound of ice mended to build a path. Ineffable the moon due to his silence, cue card of expression. Autumn strong to calm the deity of the night to keep the owl watching. The volcano will not erupt pain until millenniums gather. She can talk before she sleeps, the moon will ask if she is his for keeps. 

AUTUMN

Will thou watch thy when I sleep silent on the surface of your moonlight? This night cashiered for the day has ended, death my eyes see no more....Be lonely for only a few hours my friend, talk to you tomorrow....Your surface casing, cater-cousins we have been for the end of time....Gramercy for watching over me, your eyes are more human than mine.... 

The moon can never watch over her, on the night when her sleep will occur. He has no eyes so he can only give light to vampires instead. His blindness is the reason why the colour of space is colour blind. If he tries to sleep, little asteroids are the spiders to suck his blood. They would bite him with venom, killing him instead of his loneliness. With Autumn sleeping he is alone again, only stars cry for him. When blood is on his surface, a new toy in a limited colour. To escape all jumping out of space would be his perfect suicide. Yearning for friendship, the moon cannot complete the sentence of that trip. 

Bang on wood and a door is knocking, pause to the moment is shocking. In silent shock the moon will wake Autumn to see dawning of new space. Keeps his eyes on Autumn so the season of virginity will have leaves. She will see the last white snow falling on earth, cover of coldest white. One last look at the snow of sex, melting without the love of winter. Another ice age for the world down below, earthly frozen will show.

Autumn the one immune to disease, people below die when they sneeze. Looking up to the clouds, view obstructed by the sentence of brick walls. A reminder that love is on borrowed time, her heart is a glass clock. Knowing she has to return home will break the heart of her foster friend. Keeping some stars alive in the sky findings of her family tree. Her crying tears indicate the leaving, sign language will keep grieving 

AUTUMN

Forgive me my silent friend for I will ask to return home right now....Indign I am of your friendship, listen to reason that has no worth....My leaving makes dainty, so don't be shy to watch my new footsteps on earth....You are more human than my parents, maugre them both abandoning me....I ask you in your kindness, will you show me the way back to my home? 

Surface of the moon like an earthquake, human wrote letters hard to take. Autumn slipping to the ground as his tears are earthly emotional. Running water in a wasteland, finally thirst found in the desert. Touching the water her hand becomes wet, shallowed in water of pain. The volcano will erupt to cause him massive pain when blood will run. The moon a giant human skull, internal bleeding non stop blood clot. Nothing now will take his pain away, nothing can get Autumn to stay. 

The moon will be left alone once again, his silent speech words of vain. Friendships joined as rainbows, separated when one colour is shades deeper. Moon is silent as his rose is dead, the thorn is teaching sign language. Walking to his centre her presence is gone, the goodbye of a ghost. Another rocket that left for space, gone forever without a trace.

Autumn nearing her earthly landing, in human death she is standing. When she lands on earth the different white air suffocating her soul. Looks to the moon, it will become one giant eyeball looking at her. Human with its sight, emotionally it will shed a giant tear. Autumn will see this, a gifted tidal wave from the lost world above. Tears in Autumn's eyes staring, for all things human she will keep caring. 

The stare won't last long, anything in life can erase something so strong. An asteroid will fly into the eye of the moon causing blindness. The asteroid will crumble, making it look like the moon is crying. His eyes the black wreckage, an aeroplane going down a waterfall. Autumn looking up to the moon, with crumbling asteroid tears falling. All falling in her direction nears, is it the end of human tears?

The End of Human Tears © 2017 by Dexter Angelus Draven. All rights reserved.





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