creighton-isiris-frost
Canadian
I can be only me. / You can be only you. / We accept this both ways and something grand occurs. / It is so unique yet so commonly spoken without merit. / The grand idea of no problem. / All that is left to do is to then accept acceptance. / / The world of written words, / A place that breeds more than fascination, wonder and imagination. / For this I am Creighton Isiris Frost. / In the world without written words I am who I have to be. / That is also me.
In Order.
Everything is good.
Everything makes sense.
Everything is calm.
In Disorder.
Everything seems bad.
Everything seems to make nonsense.
Everything seems tight.
Order - Disorder.
You cannot
Have Order
Before Disorder.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Not being able to write
Work Work Work
Try to write
No
Work Work Work
So here I give you
The best poem ever
Work Work Work
Write
Oops
Forgot where it went
**** ****
Back to work
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Oddities of nature;
Simplistic conjugation of effects,
Experiences,
Actions,
Thoughts.
One not without the other.
However simplistic,
It is rarely made aware to the consciousness of any living form that nature is odd.
Therefore our misuse of time,
Conjuring and confusing our ideas of our nature,
Would be better spent falsifying the idea of time itself.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
Such primitive creatures.
Frail bodies, weak.
Controlled by basic instincts, needs, wants, desires.
To achieve what?
A status?
How routinely disturbing.
Can we not find higher purposes?
Not meaning finding God, a god, religion to suffocate within.
Seems we are all running on a low level of being.
Bright shiny objects; what, wait, it sparkles.
We can look past, look into, look through these.
A higher purpose to being there must be.
Where is it?
Our purpose?
What is our purpose?
Refuse to believe the chief accomplishment is reproduction.
Despite what the mighty Bible states.
Reproducing a species, a race that has no idea,
A bad idea.
Watch all busily running about.
Jumping over each other and into each other.
An image of crazed monkeys fills in.
Shamefully those with some understanding are rarely heard or are shunned.
Heaven forbid another to think outside the proverbial box.
Unfortunate most of us will succumb to death without realizing there is an outside.
For those who do see it;
Wash those hands vigorously after you're done playing around.
There is more to being human.
It isn't hidden.
It isn't hard to obtain.
Look, open those eyes.
Listen with those ears.
Touch the differences.
It will smell clean, I assure you.
There is more to us than a slightly more intelligent Neanderthal.
I see it. Do you see it?
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
Know you will be well.
Know what will be
You will enjoy.
Doubt, do not follow.
Negative, then lay with sorrow.
Go to it open minded and open hearted.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Refusal to obey
Will live my way
No one will be allowed to sway
As I am me and I will stay
Not your way
My way
From now on and every day
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
Progress through life; fight, defend.
Stand ready; forward, face fear.
Battle ready; expression, stance austere.
Silence the end.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
Everything wonderful.
Everything happening.
Warned once.
Warned twice.
Warned more?
Warned and ignored happily.
A fool.
A fool foolishly ignoring the warnings.
Closer.
Closer still.
Apart, change, distancing.
Feeling pain.
Pain in feelings.
Then wonderful picks up.
Then sudden cut off.
Hurt, ignored.
Pushed away.
Set aside.
Cast aside for another?
Perhaps, perhaps not, truthfully not known.
Warnings were given that being hurt, inevitable.
The fool, heartbroken.
Nothing matters, no one cares, ignored.
Pain equal to a will of following death.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
The dead walk.
Walk in hordes and herds.
Herds of groaning masses
Masses I have avoided.
Came-to a biting.
Biting my left shin.
Shin seared in horror pain.
Pain the dead cared nor felt.
Alone I am.
Am I alone?
Alone I cleaved the dead head.
Head crumpled, bloodless.
Bloodless monsters.
Days and days pass.
Pass while pain seeps.
Seeps under dead bandages.
Bandages no longer made new.
Infection.
I found ....
Self my in closet dark.
Dark it is tonight.
To... - tonight
Tonight words hard to speak.
Thinking what?
What tonight?
Tonight, no afternoon?
Afternoon with sun?
A ramp, I drag my sleeping foot.
Foot below shin?
Shin with shoe-less foot.
Foot moves rocks and grit.
I - stopped.
Stopped by... - what?
What I speak last words.
Words sense no thoughts.
I - can't.
Can't be.
Be on, I say...
Say mumbling "dead boat."
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
My growth is slow, determined.
In time I will stand tall.
I hate winter. I love summer, the bright sun.
I feast under the sun.
My skin, my armour is thick.
When face to face, certain death,
Stand I will. To the end I fall.
Who am I?
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC