Inferno;
a fire, it burns though;
Through my soul, an enormous hole.
A desecrated knoll.
A recessed fold.
An empty bowl.
Filled with fire, a hearts desire.
Inferno;
a fire, my thoughts transpire.
My minds quagmire.
Lain on a pyre.
An empty urn.
I continue to burn.
I continue to yearn.
Conflagration, entire, time turns slow.
Eternitys chalice fills;
It spills;
It's overflown.
Forever is a day,
Infinity.
How can I know?
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 4:51 PM UTC
I am adrift in a sea of both rhymes and alliteration.
Of both lies and obliteration.
Of both ties and obligation.
I am adrift in a sea of both degradation and pain.
Of both sane and insane.
Of both space and plane.
I am adrift in a sea of both ideas and emptiness.
Of both of melancholy and happiness.
Of both empathy and cruelness.
I am adrift in a sea.
Feb 17, 2023
Feb 17, 2023 at 4:55 PM UTC
I keep trying to dig myself out but the dirt just rains down harder.
Torrential.
A hurricane of eluvial torment.
In a hole miles deep.
Can't look up.
It gets in my eyes.
My shovel is dull and deteriorating.
The handle splintered years ago.
Slivers in my palms.
Infected and festering.
My grave it seems.
I've stopped digging.
A soul released.
Sep 6, 2022
Sep 6, 2022 at 12:23 AM UTC
Polaris,
the north star,
unrivaled in her beauty,
unchallenged in her brightness.
Forever shining amongst the abyssal plain.
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 12:13 PM UTC
A bronze doe, stoic and unmoving, cast as though it were alive.
She stares at the sky in hopes to be free, yet she is frozen.
She's become frosted by the cold in which she was discarded.
Laying in the dirt, a slight smirk etched into her face, ears perked in curiosity.
Fur has been carved into her form but her legs are still bare.
Marks now pock her skin, placed upon by the sculptor.
A smooth line parts her back, from nose to tail, she's now tarnished and worn.
Her abdomen is distended. Was she starved or perhaps with child? Who is to tell?
Behind her sits a man with a cello and ale. He's plucking at the strings and playing wildly. Perhaps he was the one pulling them, orchestrating her statuesque form.
Yet there she lays, staring into yonder, hoping to be animate.
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 4:35 PM UTC
My love
buried deeply
treasure untold
forgotten perhaps
to the sands of time.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 8:09 PM UTC
Unstable and full of holes, tunneling blindly through life, on par with the moles.
Soaked in the waters of defeat, washed away was the path being lain at my feet.
Trampled on by normal life, unsuccessfully struggling through this horrid strife.
Tears, tearing into my face, eroding the surface, searing my flesh and spinning my spirit out of place. Stinging my eyes and salty to taste.
Everything seems like a waste when life continues to debase.
Sound is amplified, deafening like roaring thunder, rolling through the plains.
Light becomes unbearable and blinding. Only darkness seems to please. Darkness, it becomes a way of living.
The smallest stimulations are torturous and unforgiving.
Crackling embers, acrid smoke, the air runs thick with loss of hope.
Ablaze am I with an orange anger, a fire stoked by reckless danger.
The fire forging the iron that is my stoicism, unconsciously wrought through criticism.
Laying happily in the abyss.
Enjoying the bliss that is my mind gone a miss.
My conscious cohesion is fractured and falling,
trapped in my own thoughts and I find it appalling.
Contained by the fact that I cannot keep stalling.
Moving forward is the hardest challenge.
I'll find out if I can keep it all in balance.
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 4:24 PM UTC
All hail the dragonfly, master of the sky.
Master of the swamp.
Master of it's prey, be it orange, white or grey.
Perhaps the common whitetail, zooming all about,would choose to dress in the blues and hues of the dasher and wallow in the clout.
Don't mistake him for the damselfly, he'd rather die, he wouldn't be seen like that.
Even through the magnificence of his multifaceted eye.
All that structural coloration makes him look like a Christmas decoration.
All hail the dragonfly, master of the sky.
Master of the swamp.
Master of it's prey, I'll hail it each and every day.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
Though peaceful is the life I attempt to live, to stop the harm I must forgive.
Sitting in the shallows, dwelling on the pain I've caused, inflicted thus so with little pause.
On myself I work so hard, yet setbacks they abound, eating me from within it seems, hope it gleams, but there sits my own reality ripping at the seams, collapsing all around.
Expectations undulating beneath my feet deep within the ground, it appears they cannot be fulfilled.
I'm stuck in the mud that is my own apathy, clawing at the earth trying to be free.
The question remains, why can't I just things be?
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
I tire of seeing what I desire taunt me just out of reach.
Many a number of dreams while I slumber push me into the breach.
Feelings of dread from the thoughts in my head, unable to send them aloft.
My mind it wanes from internal pains and visions I cannot throw off.
Inwards I spiral towards total denial of emotions that seem to propel.
So slow I do creep, the pain it runs deep, traveling towards unending hell.
Exhausted I lay, my head in dismay, begging for it to all end.
When will I know?
Time, it runs slow, can someone just be a friend?
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC