How can the world survive us?
How could it still turn without us there?
How will mountains climb to the heights?
How will the birds soar through the skies?
Will they cease to be once we're gone?
For nothing can survive without us, right?
Don't the heavens circle around us?
Won't the very universe crumble with the last of us to die?
Maybe the seas will turn to sand?
Could the forests wilt and burn?
So, they'll try to live on?
Maybe we can take it all with us?
Have we hidden the truth in veils of deceit?
Did we really make them ourselves?
It's not just part of our nature?
Then how can we change?
We should learn how to live?
And that will teach us how to die?
We'll find the answer on the other side?
Are you sure there's something after this?
Who will we see?
What will we do?
Don't you know how scared we are?
Have YOU ever seen what's there?
...I guess there's only one way to find out, huh?
I should wait for my time?
Live life to the fullest, you say?
I need to love?
Then I guess I'll try...
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
We live within a world full of glass.
Where light and sight
are strayed when they pass...
The things we see;
monsters that loom...
Twisted creatures all around me.
Razor shards sting;
gashes with each step.
Screams from the people ring.
through the pieces lives the demons face.
A terrible, ungodly sight.
Yet, it took me to a familiar place.
Just then became plain to see
the closer I came to the shard.
This is a world of mirrors
The creature is me.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 3:49 PM UTC
Light. Keeper of all become cleansed.
Ward of the worthy.
Guardian of the good.
Blanketing all with radiance.
True kindling to the soul.
But what of those without?
Those with spirits dragged throughout.
Wandering about...
Ones without eyes for the light
Who live in fright.
Clinging...to the night.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
Maybe the day
When I open my eyes
And the crumbled world
Rests beneath the skies
I'll see you.
Maybe the moment
When I speak your name
The distance closes
And you do the same
I'll know you.
Maybe the season
That breathes life anew
Breeds and blooms
And brings forth the dew
It leads to you.
Maybe the era
When time is bygone
No more twilight
And no more dawn
I'll remember you.
...Maybe the hope
That still burns true
Will let me look in those eyes
of Cerulean Blue.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
The haze caused by the Southern Fall
pales to shade cast in your heart
once bright
once beaming
now covers
it veils like the dead of night
Whatever happened to those eyes I once knew
of deep cerulean blue
that cut through the midnight air
and lit up my whole life?
Yet cold stares are all I now see
shown from you
and carried to me
when I gave you my all
made you my sky
and gave to you wings
that you needed to fly
And here mine lie
not able to spread
singed and scorched
from what I thought was my sun
Though now I know
in all of my pain
that this wasn't love
so to forever let it go
onto there let it burn.
You were never worth
what I thought of you.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
Do we strive to thrive?
or strive to only survive?
What guides the waves
to our destined shores?
Do we will it well?
Or do we disdain and abhor?
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
Rise and raise
both head and heart
name and nation
to the cause.
Futility felt
through bone and bruise
by man against Machine
Our arduous war.
Struggle and strive
for life and liberty
from dark and death
by giving your hand.
Now is the time to fight.
Roar through like boisterous levin
with steady swords anchored souls
Stand tall and shake the heavens.
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
What
can love
do to our souls
that hate
cannot?
Feed
the fires
of passion within
and burn
fear.
What
can hate
do to our eyes
that love
cannot?
Hide
with shade
the purity of life
and sully
Man.
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
There's no point in telling a story
In a world that's destined to burn
For what good will it truly do?
...what lessons will we learn?
Take up your pen
Find the fiction you must fake
The world you've made
The life you'll take
With speed of god
Through believer's breath
Glide your pen across the page
And bring about it's death
With the final act in spin
The beginning far from sight
These worlds will surely burn
By The Writer's omnipotent might
The end sees complete
And our scribe sets to leave
But OUR story isn't over
We'll make it, if you believe.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
Your heart will now fly
from the shackles of your life
to the limits of the sky
by the warmth of your love
for I knew that one day sure
you'd find your way
to something pure
the horizons you've been waiting for
and now...
I strain my sight
as I see you ascend
towards that which is your right
a freedom forevermore...
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC