The Father of the Earth awoke,
And gave a gift to each of his sons.
The first was knowledge,
So that they might triumph.
The second was will,
So that they might rage.
The third was hope,
So that they might endure.
And his sons gazed on high to ask,
"Why?"
And the Father was silent.
For no answer could justify the pain that would be his final gift,
So that they might see what it is to be alive.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC
I wish my heart were more water than stone,
So that I could cry for your departure.
I wish my head were more glass than bone,
So you could see how much I care,
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
On severed ground, he breathes slow.
For the only thing beating in his chest is sound.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
Falling, and falling, as I always have,
I will consider a final line,
The essence of my life will search,
In the last moments I have left,
That maybe I found the words,
To describe the infinite,
Until then,
Falling, and falling, as I always have,
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
The piano was just a sound,
The drawings could never cry,
The kisses were never close enough,
And the words are never right,
The pull and drill of whispers,
Their dance inside my head,
Cold claws in cords of steel,
Reaching through the cracks in my skull,
The medium is never enough,
The emotion is an ocean of expression,
This tiny tub is too full of water,
Sinking under the raging surface,
Why so much pain,
So much blanketing loneliness,
This ache for more,
This lust for more,
To have back what was stolen,
To take what will never be mine,
To love in endless romance,
To drink in smooth recline,
Boom,
Snap,
Crack,
Break,
The ugly crooked grin,
The ***** air so thin,
The putrid water taking over me,
The sky so bleak and gone,
Where is all the love,
Where is all the peace,
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:38 AM UTC
Do recall the day we met,
The spring didn't know how bright it would be to me,
I recall I saw as I rounded the bend,
You, sitting on the little bench,
The wood was worn, and brittle broke,
You smiled and stood, to humor me,
To hug the empty soul you saw,
I do recall the day we met,
Your smell, your hair, your airy laugh,
I tried my best to move like you,
To imitate the beauty beholden to you,
But my ungraceful hands,
My coarse, curly, weeded hair,
Will never do to feel like yours,
If I do recall the day we met,
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
I often find myself staring in awe of immortal things. Though my hands haven't always been there, they have always been there for me. And though I can't fully grasp the concept, I know one day my hands will be gone. Or at least the molecules will be changed to some other form. Maybe ash, or maybe dirt. Maybe my hands will be the fuel for some tree when I die, a tree that will be cut down for paper for a guy who has enough talent to write words that actually make people cry. Maybe not. Yet somehow I feel young, a lie made true by the pain I feel in my shoulders, like the old man inside is pacing back and forth on them not at all happy with how many more decades he'll have to wait before he can finally come out saying,"Ahh...now my shoulders really hurt." I just hope my old man has cool hair when he comes, and cool hair when he dies.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
The mirror is the harshest man I've ever met.
He does not barter in lies for some sympathy,
He lives in a world of reality,
False and yet somehow more real than your own,
He does not care what you think,
He does not care about you.
His eyes are sorrow with guilt,
His hair is freedom caged in regret,
His body an outrageous lie that does not reflect the creature inside.
Why does he exist?
A feeling of empathy flows from me,
For unlike me he does not know he is not he,
He is me,
I am me,
The only I that we could be.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
Your memory is a whip my love,
It strikes my heart raw and ******
The halls of my mind ring with my screams,
The simmering steam of my emotion seeps through my skin,
Why so beautiful her fleeing grace?
Do my fingers resemble claws to you?
I never sought but to love her,
Still I sink in failure in this lonely place,
My tenebrific weather returns to hold me,
The clouds of my mind drown me, choke me in the gale,
Storms **** me, but never fast enough,
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
Lights out,
The night does not reward rebellion,
Feral creatures wait in your heart,
Lights out,
No end will raise your rotten form,
A monster is what you are,
Lights out,
You cast aside the eyes of man,
Buried your body before you ran,
Lights out,
Now close your eyes little demon,
For you dance with the devil tonight,
Lights out,
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC