I feel strongly about many subjects so, i incorported them all into one poem
Apocalypse
The flames have begun.
Within a topaz blaze,
Our world is destroyed.
From the ashes of the end,
Arises the phoenix.
Her tail of scarlet and beak of gold,
Ignite forgiveness.
Landing gracefully on the Tree of Life,
Her ebony eyes reveal the truth.
Reflections of humanity creating a disastrous masterpiece flair in her irises,
Our paintbrushes of destruction dripping with hatred as we paint a picture of evil.
Smudges of love and honesty play cat and mouse with deception and cruelty,
As vibrant swirls of chaos intertwine with the rich crimsons of war.
Identical charcoal faces hide beneath masks of ignorance and pride,
Our beautiful originality committing suicide.
The pastel wings of the aborted angels sweep across the canvas in sparkling sorrow,
Never endowed with the gift of life.
Black and white tragedies, splattered with violet, sing a song of abuse.
Their everlasting lullabies simply forgotten.
Sage paper falls like rain into the hands of the wealthy,
Their egotistical smiles haunting the unfortuante.
Ineffable words scar the skin of the judged,
Discrimination melting their iridescent glow.
Toxicity flows from the lips of the addicted,
Clouding the world in a cancerous fog.
Their eager fingers devour the kaleidoscope of dependence that lies in their palms.
And through their sinister grins;
Absent, decaying teeth reveal their battle,
As the methamphetamine monster rips from beneath their ribcage and drags them to hell.
Enchanting hurricanes of rebellion swim in the eyes of the bold,
Forbidden words burning symphonies in the back of their throats;
Aching to be released,
Aching to take a stand.
With disgusted glares we watch the hungry scour the streets of starvation.
Our laughter torturing them as they give every last shard of energy to attain nourishment.
The canvas of the world,
Dripping with mayhem.
The fragile paper tearing under the weight of our actions.
What have we done?
One by one,
We fall to the ground.
Our rainbow eyes stinging with shameful sorrow.
Our ears burning with every terse word we've spoken,
The blood of karma drips to the earth,
From the charred soil emerge the ghosts of reality.
Eager to consume our last thread of sanity.
Whimpers escape our lips as we suffer for our destruction.
The most beautiful lullaby echoes throughout the destroyed earth,
The haunting song of the apocalypse.
A chorus of screams rises in the air,
Our terror,
Our fear,
Our regret.
The phoenix soars through the harsh winds,
Her alluring melody seizing our blood-curdling cries.
As she sings,
The world is reborn.
Thunder claps in the distance as flashes of gold illuminate the sky.
From the pregnant storm clouds,
Drops of sacred rain;
Fall.
The teardrops sprinkle our faces,
Washing away all the hate,
All the pain,
All of the destruction.
The shadowed earth then sprouts new life.
Lush emerald grass runs for miles,
Dancing with technicolor flowers.
Elegant trees emerge from the ground,
As cool sapphire water fills the thirsty soil.
As the rain ceases,
The glorious sun floods us with light,
Chasing the darkness away from the land.
And like the bird of the apocalypse,
Our world died.
And from the ashes,
We were reborn.
