I woke up all alone
My throat so dry
My eyes like weighted stone
Heart so empty, I wanted to cry.
Where were you?
I needed a hand to hold
Arms for comfort
Anything to keep back that aching cold
But I received nothing of the sort.
Where were you?
In that instant I saw to my final day
Cold, barren landscape empty and unwhole
So when I disappear and fade away
It'll be your turn to ask when hollow in the soul:
Where were you?
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
Who Needs These Thoughts?
We wake up everyday,
Morning, noon, or night
And pray to keep the silence away.
For silence brings that from which we hide,
Dark corners and demons to fight,
Where in unguarded moments our minds will slide.
Who needs these thoughts?
For all the world we keep it in,
Raging storms and avalanches,
Bearing the onus like deep sin.
Inside, we kick and scream, rage and bite,
Yet outside quieter than wind on willow branches,
As we succumb to our daily rite.
Who needs these thoughts?
And when you toss and turn, hurt and ache,
When it's three in the morn
And you're still wide awake.
When your screams turn into a deaf, silent echo,
And your heart grows forlorn,
Sit beside me cause neither of us know
Who needs these thoughts.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
The Phoenix rose into the sky
And blazed so bright
The sun turned its eye.
The moon spun in delight
For finally the sun knew the taste of the night.
In fiery fury did that Phoenix fly free.
The taste of heaven its to sample,
The winds calling it to be.
Its joy was ample,
Its song beautiful in flight.
He flew unto the mountains
To taste the morning dew.
Sparkling lights from his plumage in fountains,
Little flames that rose and flew.
And everything was right.
Its indomitable spirit brought joy to the land,
Yet sorrow to the more covetous soul
That couldn't have him on hand,
And death if they could not capture their goal.
The Phoenix learned to fight.
So he faced their persecution and contumely,
Their arrows like a storm,
Their drive all consuming,
Their hate the norm,
And their numbers like a blight.
Their attacks wounded and even brought him to the ground.
But in a fiery blaze he always rose,
Reborn and not a scar to found,
Returning to the wind's currents and flows,
Outshining the daylight.
In icy lands one day he soared
When a songless tune tookwing.
He searched, adventured, the winds they roared
As he sought the owner of this tune to sing;
No one lay in sight.
The winds buffeted
And the Phoenix tossed and tumbled.
Tailspinning as the winds parleyed,
Into a valley he stumbled,
His landing narrow and tight.
In this valley lay the quarry at hand:
An ice elemental of purest blue.
She swayed and she danced and sang across the land,
Her laugh like windchimes and her voice true.
So the Phoenix let his voice alight.
The delighted elemental joined along
And they played and frolicked in joy,
Friendship made in song.
The Phoenix flighty and the elemental coy,
Raging flame temperedby cold's fierce bite.
They journeyed and traveled in wonder.
Where one dare not the other paved the way
Their compliment tore previous limits asunder
And made wonderfull each new day.
Their bond a happy fright.
But nothing lasts forever,
And shadows dwell wherever
The light shines free.
Thus came the darkness inevitably.
It stole the elemental away
Bringing an end to their play.
Then, did the Phoenix know sorrow;
Bitter, painful, dimming the light of tomorrow.
Then, did the Phoenix know anger,
With wrathful thought to linger.
And with determination did the Phoenix fly
Into the realm where darkness lie.
Once was there did battle engage
As torrents of flame flew with righteous rage.
The darkness stabbed and slew, bringing much harm
But the Phoenix rose again and again to face the swarm
And the darkness cloaked him in endless night,
Yet the Phoenix prevailed with blinding sight.
The battle won, hard fought,
As the darkness scattered did he see what he sought.
There lay his elemental fatally struck,
Phyrric victory claiming his luck.
And in the air rose a beautiful song
A sorrowful lament that played ever long.
And those who heard it wept,
Tears spilling from their eyes.
Heartache as they slept,
And sorrow in their cries.
They knew the Phoenix no longer alive,
For life doesn't exist where a broken heart may thrive.
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 6:59 AM UTC