Light in the Dark
This world is finite yet unceasing.
it keeps on spinning yet the
people do not. One day,
every person on this earth
breathing now will stop.
From the young to the old,
from the sick to the vibrant,
from the rich to the poor,
the End is the great equalizer.
The fear of death is something real,
the death of the self is a fright.
But the death of us all is a terror.
To think that it awaits every person
is a crisis that strikes the human heart.
To not exist in this plane
to not breathe a single breath,
to know it all will just stop one day,
is the horror of existential horrors.
Much like the pain of grief,
everyone deals differently,
but that's not what this is about.
This is a poem about you,
and one about me.
You are the light in the dark,
the truth in the lies,
and when I want to rip this
world in two and start anew,
I simply take a look at you and see.
Now, I don't know the truth,
and I don't have the answers,
but I can say that being with you
is like living forever.
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
Take your ships and your sailors,
to that island of the sky,
take them all to Avalon,
where the dreamers fly.
The gentle winds breeze,
the voice of a longing lover,
the want of a passing mother.
Take them all to Avalon.
The soul knows not hunger
when stopped in Avalon.
All the treats of the finer,
are common in Avalon.
When others see only sadness,
do not fall for their madness.
The light pours through the trees,
and the people know only glee.
A pristine paradise,
so tranquil and free of vice,
a home for heart and humor.
Bring all your friends to Avalon.
The grass grows glossy green,
the sky shines a cerulean sheen,
the stars sparkle in bright delight,
Avalon welcomes you tonight.
Our appeal is more than real,
so think well in passing for
when you come to Avalon,
you'll never care to leave.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Dear, I fear the end is near,
and I can't seem to recall.
Can you remind me how
we came to be, and
what will come when we
are done?
Dear, I fear I lost my name,
somewhere along the way.
and in my pocket, lies a
picture of a woman I don't know.
Of a scene from a play
that feels so far away.
Dear, I fear the world is fading,
from my memory, but I still
hear the sound of laughter
floating through the trees,
like a whisper to the wind.
Dear, I fear I'm not myself,
and to that, I'm sorry to have
let you down. I know that
I loved you once, when
I knew who you were.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
An ant becomes king,
subjects hide their heads in shame,
while the world watch on
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
I breathe artistic
the air acts as my paintbrush,
my lungs, the canvas.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
Before this story, to you, I tell.
I would ask that you listen well.
Mine is a tale that can surely stand,
from very beginning to very end.
My lover was pure, saintly, and true,
almost as if she could be seen through.
Dressed in holy whites, she glided,
and my wayward heart, she guided.
I had little to my status or name,
little of fame to entice her aim.
Yet, still she slithered by my side,
till no longer could it be denied.
I was hers and hers alone to take,
and so I went along for her sake.
Such a fate did not bother me,
for her love made us become we.
Before her, I felt like a scuttling ant,
something small, weak, and scant.
Through her, my heart made worn,
became something else: loveborn.
And so it went from day to night,
a union of souls beaming sweet light.
We lived, we laughed, we loved.
Our ardor was blessed from the sky above.
I, speaking for myself, was fit with glee,
and my mirth could fill the deepest sea.
But, in her, I began to notice doubt,
as if something in her was in a drought.
Her cheeks did not span like before,
her eyes did not gleam like the shore.
Her essence did not shine the sky,
her heart did not beam on high.
I then began to wonder and doubt,
what had caused her this bout.
Was I to blame for her behavior,
had I created my fallen savior?
I knew that I was weak: pathetic,
something to be mocked: genetic.
Was our love doomed: prophetic?
I thought and I thought: splenetic.
If I was so miserable after all,
I would give her cause to squall.
Let us cease the senseless play,
and close the curtain on today.
I met her gaze in our room,
the scene was set for her doom.
I smiled. Then the deed was done.
She was from this world gone.
And in that moment, I stopped.
Looking at her, my head dropped.
In that moment, I had to kneel,
noting she had never been more real.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
I want you, and yet you turn away,
like night's embrace, and the passing of day.
When all I want is for you to stay.
Can't we be like this forever,
you and I, in hand together?
When we part, I am severed.
Is it true what they say
that love passes one by
like red roses in the sky?
Let this not be the end,
let us love like we are young,
and die like we are old.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
Oceans below us,
planets spanning above us
We are very small
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
Could we call it love?
We had never even met
It could never be
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
Hello?
Is anyone there?
I don't guess there would be.
I've asked that 100 times,
and 100 times silence answered.
I landed on this rock...
I can't say how long now.
Rations are holding up,
but I long for something more.
I long to hear a voice
someone other than me
that speaks back when
I say the words 'hello'.
I don't need a conversationalist!
Just another human being
to listen to me. Just so
I know that I actually exist.
Lately I've been wondering
that fact. I think this solitude
is starting to eat at me.
Do I know I am real?
Won't somebody say something?
Anything at all. I'm tired of
living in an echo chamber,
my only response being me.
Where is everyone? Why won't
they say something? Are they
playing some kind of prank?
Come out, wherever you're hiding!
Just say that you hear me.
Say that you understand me.
I need someone to listen
and say that they care.
Ha. Some joke this is.
I'll keep on looking then
for that someone who can
hear me. They must be out
there on this hunk of rock.
Somewhere.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 2:49 AM UTC