Saturday Evening in the City

Above the bookstore by the grocer's

Is a tiny iron balcony speckled with rust

I find my feet treading that unpaved road

More often than they must

Sometimes I catch a smile in your eyes

As a wave is hidden by impatient headlights

Sometimes a hand gently keeps me standing

In the whirlwind fest of the noisy and bright

I let the hand guide my steps

Navigating asphalt meadows like excited children

People become wildflowers who chirp and chatter

Swishes of conversation, theirs rough, ours silken

Time ticks on your wrist but I pretend it stops

As my scarf and my heart fly unconstrained

We let old park benches keep our secrets

When inhibitions fall away like peeling green paint

It's a tiring, thrilling, wild journey

Through buzzing, colorful air and mosaic paths

But in stolen glances through hawkers' mirrorsThe only colors are our eyes, the only sound our hearts.

tictac

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Battle

Look what you've begun

A battle in the doorway I guard

A battle fought by just you and I

Enough to leave humanity scarred.

As terrible as you act

Worse destruction I can bring

We sound shells to silence the hope

Which for years in this valley would ring.

Without thinking of peaceful lives

That fled this grisly mess

We both convince ourselves

That our side is losing less.

Neither of us will concede

And neither of us will win

As we douse each other's sinful fires

With water from the well of sin.

tictac

123 reads

Void

In the darkness, I see a glowing white star

I know it's where I'm meant to be led

And yet, my feet find no sign of earth

The path ends here, there is nothing ahead.

Challenge

Everything happens for a reason. In 100 words or less, tell us why one person deserves more than another.

samir37 in Philosophy

88 reads

Regarding reasons and entitlement

Things happening for a reason and people being entitled to things do not necessarily have to go hand-in-hand. They can, but there is no inherent connection between the two. A reason is merely a cause, not a justification or a validation for/of something, thus it is no indication of whether or not the effect is deserved.