Winter Soldier

The cries of war dampen the air.
What can the choiceless soldier do?
Nothing! but fight the double pain of cold and war.

He tells his betrothed
That he shall return,
With a certainty
That ceases to exist.

Love and fear stroll in her eyes
As he kisses her goodbye,
Allowing the defilement of his manliness
By the tears that roll briskly down his cheeks.

His heart melts with fear
And waxes stronger with courage,
As bullet and shelling sounds draw nearer
While being conveyed to the battlefield,
Where his doom may become inevitable.
Not knowing if his body and soul will remain united when he returns home.

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New Heaven

A new heaven forms above the cloud,
with blue standing for its new symbol of purity,
crystal clear with the face of the ocean.

Angels and demons wear black and white stripes,
And give off melodious sounds like plucked guitar strings,
While everything be atoned by God on his throne

And hell a frozen land,
It’s inhabitants match their way to the open gates of heaven,
in rags and with bruises,
But wearing a smile again on their charred faces

Ten Illustrators To Follow Now

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From sketches to digital art narratives, here’s a visual journey into the worlds of ten illustrators on WordPress.com.

Brad Young

The drawings at Brad Young Art capture life’s little moments. From pen and ink to watercolor, and gardening to food to neighborhood spots, it’s easy to get lost sifting through Brad’s mix of doodles and sketches.

"Macchiato," Brad Young Art“Macchiato,” Brad Young Art

Sarah Goodreau

Sarah Goodreau, an illustrator living in Amsterdam, has a distinct style marked with the warmth you’ll find in children’s picture books, as well as the mystery of surrealist landscapes. In addition to illustration, Sarah is interested in video and stop-motion animation.

"Oh, Geez," Sarah Goodreau“Oh, Geez,” Sarah Goodreau

Marc Taro Holmes

At Citizen Sketcher, Montreal-based artist Marc Taro Holmes chronicles his location sketching, travel drawing, and plein air painting. His work-in-progress is refreshing, from airy landscapes to spirited pieces full of movement. When viewing his work, you can picture his hand moving…

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Titanic

Bon Voyage!,
They shout out to us,
As we draw farther from them,
And plunge deeper into open waters,
In the dream ship,
That’s tinted with pride and glamorous beauty.

Smiles, chatters
and pain of separation
dampen the air.
But my heart is thrilled,
Because I smell home coming

I set my eyes on her,
And I go cold.
She becomes the robber of the day,
And my heart ceases to be mine.

At the moon’s watch,
She strikes an iceberg.
Her pride falls
As she suffers a wound,
Wherein the angry ocean forces through.

Down! ,
The ship goes sinking,
While some keep on drinking,
That they may be fearless,
When death comes ringing.

We find a wrecked wooden door still still amidst the chaos.
It can only accommodate one, so I choose the losing end.
Her hands are nested in mine
As i keep to my current position,
While getting stabbed by the cold of the ocean.

But still,
in pain,
her eyes are all I need to see,
While we stay afloat on the sea…

A life to live

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

Peom by Emily Dickinson.

The Last Of Us

If it comes to “us” and “them”,

Will we flee with greed and curse our conscience for judging us

Will we seek desperation alone and abandon “them” to become past memories

Will we become unsympathetic and inhuman for the sake of surviving alone

When it comes to “us” and “them”,

Will we watch “them” wail and cry out to us for help

Will we watch “them” turn the ground soggy with their tears

Will we stiffen our hearts and shut “them” out

When it comes to “us” and “them”,

Will we neglect the pain we feel for the sake of ignoring “them”

Will we kill the imagination of how we will feel if placed in their current predicament

Will we remeber the time when the segregation, “us” and “them” never existed

When it comes to “us” and “them”,

Will we call “them” hopeless because we have an anchor

Will we become cold-blooded and turn deaf ears to their cries.

Will we flout at them while we look them in the eyes

When it comes to “the last of us”, will we rather not fight for ourselves for the sake of saving humanity

But humanity dies the moment we stop fighting for ourselves…