TomorrowThe back of the bench digs into my back a little as I lean into it. I tilt my head back and stare up into the canvas of the night sky. The stars flickering like stones in a river of ebony; I reach my hand up to try to pluck one from its bed. My empty hand stares back at me as I draw it back in. I exhale slowly, my breath steaming against the evening’s chill. My path forward is dimly lit by the sparse street lights. Groaning against my burdens, I push myself up from the bench and begin the journey home.Only the muffled echoes of my trampling feet reverberate in the barren streets. Here and there, the dim lights of people’s homes cut back against the encroaching night. It’s only a short walk back to the main street, but I take my time. Lately, my life has been nothing but a coursing river, blatantly surging through its course. Now it seems like everything has come to a crashing halt. I tap a cigarette out of the pack I pulled from my pocket. Putting it to my lips, I ta
EdgeThe edge of the blade is scratching in the back of my mindAnd I’ve not got the strength to fight it for long.As I sit in this midnight, betwixt sun and moon,With a waning outlook for brighter horizons.I’ve lodged myself in tomorrow’s regretsWhilst I wallow in self depravityFor I’m no better the king than the fool,Alone in this world I cannot abdicate.
Thoughts AloneIt looks like a feather and weighs as much as a mountainCrushing me with its delicate embraceTwisting me in spirals of the deepest bluesLocked in a confine of my own designUnder these amber suns and periwinkle skiesLeft to wander between the shadows of giantsI’m lost to memories and footnotesJust a rewound shade in the VCRYour dial-up tone rings in the silenceAnd the operators hung up on meI’ll find no solace in this digital embraceBut this sensual world is no home to meSo let the tape run to its endAnd don’t rewind what has passed
Universe in a Rabbit HoleI torture myself with your visage,Just to remember that I’m alive.I saw galaxies in your burning eyes,While you only saw my passing ghost.I remember laughing at all those corny jokesBut now the laughter only brings tears.As I watch you from this escapable distanceShare your smiles with someone new.I want to explore a new universe,One where I never let myself fallDown this rabbit hole of attractionDown, down, down...
PathwaysThe bells have rung, the day is doneYou walk this road, a lonely one.Upon the cracks and broken stoneThese feet of yours will take you home.The silent sun is resting now,And the stars begin to shine.That music singing in your earsWill heal that broken heart one day.And the demons you kicked outAre as silhouettes on this winding road.These shadows of a different you,A darker past that's coming through.The road ahead is silent,Through this dreary countryside.Where the passing lights are blinding,And the night sky shines with memory.
Snap Freeze I could never remember a time that I felt so cold. Even the deepest winter didn’t chill me like this. It hit me so hard my heart stopped for a moment. I just stood there, looking on as you slowly melted into the horizon. They say that pain burns you at its worst; but this, well… this felt like a snap freeze. It was mid-June that day… I waited for you at the café just around the corner from your house. The sky was awash in gray and white, like it knew what was going to happen. I waited at the café for hours but you never showed up. I called your cell but it went straight to voicemail. A million thoughts raced through my mind that day, a million ways that everything had fallen apart. It started raining when I finally left. It was slow and steady, neither angry nor cold. I made my way towards your house. I can still remember the flowers that we planted in the beds just off your front door. Their deep hues of blue and pink still hold the same meani
An Ode to Autumn LoveThe wind plays gently with Autumn's first falland the sun kisses a lucid blue sky.My mind wanders back a way,to a place in time not so long ago.It rained that day with a thunderous rapport,the world was awash in black and grays.As I traveled through this bleak and dreary worldMy heart ached with longing, my mind bitter, cold.I'm wakened from my deep forlorn thoughtsby a delicate touch, a wistful look.Yet, when my eyes meet with yours, my enchantress,a thousand storms could not displace me.Through the stars I've traveled, awake and in dream,seen the wealth of beauty they hold.They cannot compare to your fairy-like grace,here on this earth, here in this moment.On this altar of granite and stonewe stand as one, hand in hand.Where before the stars of this heavenly sky;an ancient vow we shall exchange.No longer do I dwell in the past's dark, dreary days,where only the pain of loss remains.Here, in love, under this lucid blue skyPlaying with Autumn's first fall we shal
Memoirs of HomeThere’s a house on the hill, against the horizon,That’s weathered and battered as time only knows.A family once lived there, behind those walls,Joyful and loving as any family could be.Now, only the mice live behinds its cracked plaster.The yard was once kept with a loving touchGnarled trees and ramshackle shrubs only remain.In the garden are roses of such vibrant hues,A trace of the days now nearly forgot.Her halls once echoed with jubilant laughter,Where only the winds sad song is now heard.Some pictures still hang in crooked, shattered frames.Quick glimpses into memories left lingering in time.Left behind as a epitaph to better days.Her roof collapsed in a spot or two,Rafters peeking out like skeletal fingers.On the eastern wall a palisade of ivy growsShielding the wall as the sun bears down.Sometimes, if you look on as the suns time knells,You may see a girl watching from a window.Her hair is braided and tied up with bows,A quiet look of melancholy
UntitledHere we stand; an impasse for you and me.Lost in letters written by shaking handsBattling hearts to clouded to see,Unable to believe the truth in front of us.Long have we sought this dreary road,Traveled by others greater than we.Yet we stray, swayed by promises of betterWhen the best is set before us.Under crescent moon and wolf song,Wandering through the darknessSearching for the light in firefliesWhen it burns in our love’s embrace.Yet, fate seems to enjoy our lamentTied, yet separate, as puppets of flesh.Forever to dance in this twisted opera.Together… but perpetually apart.
Ender's GameI've barely livedAnd lived too muchI've done great thingsWithout a touchI've destroyed a speciesIn a gameThen in realityTo their worlds we cameI kill with empathyMy understanding too greatI know how they thinkI know their deaths dateI hate who I amFor saving our livesBut that's why I did itSo we could still striveThey've made me a killerBut I'm no beastI don't want to harmI just want peaceMy mind's become a martyrYet the greatest living of allI understand tacticsBut not beauty's blunt callI was the futureNow I'm the pastI almost lost sanityI gained friends to lastMy name is EnderAnd this is my gameI'm only 11 right nowBut I have no child's brain
The Defense of Gawain (Fragment 1)He brushed his wavy hair from his pale faceJust like his horse was shaking off the fliesWhile following behind. Their limping paceWas slow, although the city rang with criesSurprised from friends who thought that he was dead--But still his head slumped down, and still his eyesAnd clammy cheeks were flushed with streaking red,Though they were running, dashing to his side.And then his young brother, half-laughing, said,"Oh god, I thought--you know we thought you died?That awful task--you left, you rode away--And then did not come back. Oh, how I cried!I thought you died. On last year's new-year's dayA year since you had left, they all agreedYou must have failed your quest, but I said nay--I knew my brother Gawain would succeedAlthough it seemed to all impossible.But you did not come back, and I concedeI thought you died." And then his voice sunk lowFrom where it had been shouting in delight,And then he said: "But brother, may I know--Your hair is snarled, unkempt--yo
An Undertale PoemOnce upon a time there wasA war between two factions.Two races that were differentIn appearance and actions.Humans were the stronger.The monsters fate was tragic.Sealed away underground withThe strongest of magic.The war was lostTo human history.But monsters never forgotThe source of their misery.Atop Mt. Ebott,A human did stray.A place where others didVanish, so they would sayThe child was there,Perhaps for more than just fun.But as they stumbled down a hole,That's where this story's begun.The rest of this tale,Is now up to you.To be cruel or be kind?A hard choice it's true.Whatever your choice, fromThe beginning to end,Above all else,Stay determined.
Captain James Pleiades HawkinsTraveling through the skiesBeing brave and boldHe keeps his ship safe from piratesThat long to steal jewels and gold.His fleet of sturdy galleonsAll in service to the QueenFlow in such alignmentsThey command attention to be seen.Pirates try to flee from himKnowing his great skill in combatThat should they ever come to face himThey'd be dead in minutes flatHis crew admires their captainThey think he's the finest to set sailSeeing his intolerance to crueltyTo friendly space whalesWhen people ask how Jim became this wayHe smiles and lets them know"I owe it to an old cyborgThat once called me 'Jimbo'"
SuicideThere once was a girl who hated the world because of the pain within. On the outside she appeared just fine. But her sanity was wearing thin. Pain and hate and guilt were hidden deep inside her mind. But it grew and increasingly she broke down from time to time. No one knew of her burdens since she hid them very well. No one would've ever guessed that soon she'd say her last farewell. Her family expected too much from her and spoke in an indifferent and hypocritical way. She felt worthless and useless and stupid and ashamed. It was the same cycle every day. Her friends provided little comfort for they were all rather opinionated. Their disregard to her when she tried to speak out left her lonely and suffocated. The only person that she believed she loved was manipulative and played games with her head. His unpredictable schizophrenic nature ofte
Logic In Wonderland"We're all mad Here!"Yes.Well, if you're mad Thereand I'm Here as wellthat means I'm mad too!And if Here is Thereand that is Everywhere,then one would thinkthat includes you!I'm mad,you're mad,we're all madHERE.And if Everywhere is Anywherethat makes the whole worldThereand if Here is There or Anywhere,that would make the whole world mad too!It's a mad, mad placewhen Everyone is mad.It's a funny, funny placein this crazy landbut if the world is madand we are too,Here, There, Anywhereeven to Timbuktu,and if the whole world is madand thinks the same,then that would meanno one is madeveryone is just very,very sane.
TWLOHA PoemOur hearts are heavy and light.We laugh and scream and sing.The world’s alive tonightAnd you can’t feel a thing.Our memories make us smile,Yet we suffer and yearn and ache.Still, it helps for just awhileFor those visions are hard to break.Now we want to follow youTo the dark, where there’s no sorrow.But we know you didn’t want us toAnd we must greet tomorrow.The sun is rising in its place,It’s bold and bright and new.But my eyes will never find your faceAnd I don’t know what to do.I feel such empty, bitter pain;The world will never be right.Whisper over and over and over again...Our hearts are heavy and light.
Snow QueenShall I find thee all in ice ensnared,the tree boughs stripped, the blossoms bared,trapped in a wet and wintry grave -the blight of snow and hoarfrost shared?They brought you here, their souls enslaved.The altar where your minions prayed -a brilliant diadem of ice,the offering that your cold heart craved.They linger here whilst you enticetheir frozen limbs as sacrifice.Their wizened hands by you declaredthe chosen few who paid your price
Rouge the BatThey call me a slutA bitchAnd a whoreThey don't look into my heart,My soulThey only see what they wantBut somedaySomewayI'll be flying in the freedom.
All AloneI'm sitting in my four walled roomThey're closing in, like an ancient tombI feel like I'm wasting time for twoWhen all I want is me and you