Poetry
Eventually There’s Death and Love Eva Geiben Why would you even try? There is no denying their fate. You might as well just leave them to me, Where they’re safe and protected, Where they’re who they are and who they can be. You might as well Just leave them to me, Where they have something they never had: A future. Where they have to go eventually. I know. But I need them as much as they need me. Love, it’s time and we both know it. The pain and the crying, All the stupid choices,
I know. But I’m what makes them human. It’s obvious why you want to save them. I understand it, Love. You’re doing what you learned to do. But imagine: All your hard work, All the time and passion you put In saving them. It is all for nothing. Because in the end, You can’t save everyone from me. I’ll get them eventually. I know.
All the desperation, Love, you have to accept it eventually.
LIFE AFTER DEATH Haylie Folsom paint and ink
“I aimed to show the intricate connection between life and death by juxtaposing the deer and plants with a cemetery, and the bright colors with the black ink.”
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