Life viewed through sunglasses
Black as the starless night
A soul hiding, black
Innocent, sheets of white
Mind, numbing pains
Creating pains anew
Façade, change of face
Easily seen through
As a Bloodhound on ice
Seeking love true
Running awkwardly forth
In attempts to woo
From heartache and rejection
To love gone awry
Heedless hopes of affection
Self-deceit and lies
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
Shadows
Reaching far
Reaching wide
Shadows
Where they come from
Remains unclear
And where they lead
Is based in fear
Clouds
Thunderheads
Bringing storms
Clouds
How long can they stretch
Far and wide, it's clear
And how much light is
Covered. We can't see
Eclipse
Bringing night
Premature
Eclipse
Short lived beauty
And terror seen
Death filled with life
With death not seen
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
The sparkling delight
of shining light.
So elusive,
how intrusive.
Marauding when not wanted
but hiding when its glory should be flaunted.
A glowing reflection of eras gone by,
once a god with a throne so high.
As the ancients crumbled,
all reverence tumbled.
Now feelings of insignificance
grow for such magnificence.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
The solemn grey skies
reflecting the soul within.
Scarred beyond recognition
from wounds inside,
suffered outside.
Trying to fix what was broken
the gloomy soul strides forth.
Seething with an anxious desire to learn
continuing onwards, but all for naught.
Silent dew drops roll
down that calm mask.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
The leaking beauty such as rebirthed life
And of the muddy earth slowly reclaimed
Persephone’s return, a dance of strife
Returning vividness, again, unmaimed
Escaping the monochromatic cell
By return of green, such luscious pigment
By Flora’s grace and by the Shepherd's bell
Revive events long free of merriment
The songbirds relearn their forgotten tunes
The bees prepare to collect flowered boons
Hibernation ending, returns routine
With warmth radiating, freely flowing
Crawling from thy shallow cave, sunlight seen
Flecked through dewdrops caught in Spider’s sewing
A land of new dawns, forgiving thieves
The fruit yet unblossomed, life is still ripe
The tree naked, still missing its leaves
Coverings absent before the first gripe
The animals hunger to end their fast
Humans hunger to remember the past
Come, serenity destroying pigment
Rend the ebony earth delicately
Spread your lovely, inebriating scent
And thus, set every fashion of life free
Free from that immaculate white prison
Free to frolic in fresh fields, unrestrained
The sun, in more wakefulness, risen
To maintain, nature’s mischievous work reined
In preparation for the coming time
The time of heat, growth, and color sublime
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
The pervading glumness of this dead air
Ideally filled with wailful tunes
As if a carnival or a fair
With lively and colorful balloons
The greyness of this noiseless strife
Quiet enough for one to hear
The rhythmic bass of life
And to come to grips with fear
Nary a caw of the crow heard,
Searching for a snack
The noises of a carrion bird
Are not enough to break this lack
Nary a thing is audible
Save the busy humming of the mind
And while the desire is laudable
Peace, noises cannot find
The life bringing silence
Spawning thoughts and ideas
In order to escape the noisy violence
And to go to a noiseless panacea
To embrace the unwanted mellow
Is to accept the mind for itself
It’s never truly quiet with you as your fellow
So long as you don’t leave your thoughts on the shelf
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
The beautiful clockwork
and mechanical silence.
Boredom broken by nature,
nature broken by violence.
As time tics by
and we feel so jaded.
The growing urge to defy,
the urge seems so faded.
Repetitive motions
fill up life.
Ancient drumbeats
leading eternal strife.
The omnipresent struggle
presents the status quo.
To break the flow or go with it?
The answer we may never know.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
The anonymous connection,
a sort of social disconnect.
A freedom of speech,
though not socially correct.
Able to find out
half the world across.
The broadest topics,
the tiniest loss
Images and moving pictures,
Different kinds of art.
Differing opinions,
pulling all apart
Learning all the facts,
the tiny and the small.
Putting it out there
visible to all.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Pop a pill a day just to crack a smile
Stare at a mirror, frown reflected back
Wipe the sleep from haggard eyes for a while
Now waiting for the phantom’s smile to crack
The daily progression of this sorrow
Bringing a lonesome and mind numbing pain
Healing slowly, today, tomorrow
A chuckle, a grin, happiness to feign
It should not take chemistry to make me
Feel something, anything but desolate
From chemistry, my mind contorted be
While senseless enough to self-isolate
The struggle for happiness, all my life
Not innocuous, fear lend to strife
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
Something dark and foreboding,
remembrance of the past.
Soliciting seamless aggression,
seemingly at last.
When vagueness eludes,
nothing seems to return.
Memories seem to delude
another chance to learn
What seemed a waterfall
is under mechanical power.
Ideas used to impress themselves,
waterfall’s a shower.
If the river is dried now,
I hope it’ll flood soon.
Sick of monotonous effort,
mind seems out of tune
A killer’s look,
and empty stare.
Convictions not so humble,
question what is fair.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC