Run, Run, Run, Faster Than The Wind
Chase Me, Find Me, Catch Me, Fix Me From Within
one upon a time, I knew who I was
my favorite color, my favorite word
I could say things unblinkingly
without conforming to the herd
but now, my means for survival
through each stressful day
is to not divulge information
in any single way
people who think they know me
merely have only met my shell
I look happy, gay, and free
when inside, I'm not actually well
I wish for closeness
I wish for them to know
the inner side of myself
the part I can't seem to show
at the same time, I'm running
what this closeness is, I couldn't say
if not heart, then it's always distance
that stops me from feeling this way
no one runs after me
no one cares to try
none have ever been able
to catch me as I run by
Run, Run, Run, Faster than The Wind
Chase Me, Find Me, Catch Me, Fix Me From Within
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 10:29 PM UTC
a beam of
light drifts
down from
in between the
leaves above. from
sky to ground the
light dances, glancing
off of branches as it
travels. fireflies shimmer in
the spaces not alighted by the
moonlight coming down from up
above in the sparkling midnight sky.
not harsh like the sky in the day time, instead
soft and friendly, gently resting upon whatever it
touches. a figure rests in the middle of a
field. the moonlight sees and
gently hugs its new visitor
as it rests upon the ground.
as always, the ground below welcomes its dear lifelong friend from the night sky.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 4:03 PM UTC
Do you know what it takes to make you?
Do you understand what you’re made of?
How far you can go, how much you can love?
Could you explain yourself off of the cuff?
If you were a gem, what would you be in the rough?
Do you know what it takes to make you?
Could you understand even for a small while
what makes you laugh, and joke, and dance, and smile?
What drives you towards showing your own style?
Just what do you think makes you so worthwhile?
Do you know what it takes to make you?
How long does it take to make you upset?
To make you wither underneath of a threat?
To make you groan with utter regret?
What does it take to damage your silhouette?
Do you know what it takes to make you?
Can you comprehend just how far you could go
Before the world defeats you with one final throw?
What loss, what hurt, what pain could you know
Before you ended by one final blow?
One final blow that would do you in.
Even something so small, it feels like sin
To admit that something to small
Could ever harm someone at all.
Because that’s all it takes at the very end;
Even though strongest man will bend
If you hurt him down to his very core.
There just wont be a man there anymore.
Broken, shattered, bent, and left in pieces
So far done, they’re utterly speachless.
With nothing to say, do, hear, or feel
Every last person will kneel.
That is the nature of the world around:
There will always be a loser in the last round.
Do you know what it takes to make you?
Your bits and pieces, your very seams.
And just what it takes to pull out your screams.
Do you know what it takes to make you?
What it takes for you to feel no more?
How long death will stay on the other side of your door?
Do you know what it takes to make you?
Make, create, give, earn,
Love, live, laugh, learn,
Want, think, plan, yearn,
Break, bend, die, burn.
Do you know what it takes to break you?
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
*The Streets Are Too Harsh For A Child Small
But Some Have No Choice, For They Have Nothing At All*
Darkness Swirling Through The Air
Rain Clouds Looming Angrily Above
A Child Sits, Never Having Known
The Simple And Pure Feeling Of Love
A Teddy Bear Held Between Small Hands
It's Fur Is All Tattered, Worn, And Torn
Half Its Stuffing Is Gone, An Eye Has Fallen Out
Just Like The Child, It Looks Forlorn
Walls Glare Down From High Above
They Are Made Up Of Hard, Cold Stone
They Are Unkind, Unmoving, Uncaring
The Child Leans Against One, With A Small Moan
A Dry, Dry Mouth, A Stomach Empty
How Is A Child To Take Care Of Themselves?
After A Long Long While, The Child Is Beaten
Into The Light, The Child Now Delves
*The Streets Are Too Harsh For A Child Small
But Some Have No Choice, For They Have Nothing At All*
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC
As I Sit Under A Tree
I Wish Only To Be Me
Into My Book I Stare
And Read 'Bout A Demon's Lair
But Always My Mother Calls Me
Back Into Reality
And I Always Say To Her
"I Wish Only To Read A Bit Further!"
Still My Beautifully Wonderful
Books Are, Oh, So Loveable
And I Always Think
I Don't Have Blood... I HAVE INK
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 9:59 AM UTC
The sun peeks to say hello
As the nocturnal moon decides to hide
From it's opposing foe
Way on the other side.
Colors dance up high
While silhouettes of birds
Dance and play in the sky
More beautiful than words.
Morning has been a time of it's own
Sine the beginning of the world itself;
It's the greatest gift men have known
More magical than wizard, centaur or elf.
Morning is Morning, and nothing else.
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 5:28 AM UTC
***
Rivers flow endlessly
Eternally joining land and sea
They flow and they fade
Drifting steadily
Roaring incoherently
In the deep channels they made
*
Glittering lights in the night sky
They shimmer and they twirl
Dancing elatedly in grace
The sun is born, and then they die
No longer now do they whirl
By light, fireflies are replaced
*
Whispering, whistling
Rustling leaves
Floating in through windows
And over the seas
The cold is then brought
In with the breeze
*
Grey appears, shimmering
On the horizon
Here comes the sun
Night is now done
Light now has won
Few shadows remain, flickering
*
Red, yellow, gold
As the coulds foretold
A great light now appears
Over the land, it lears
Purple, orange, blue
Sunrise; almost through
*
And still rivers rush
Ripple and roar
Disregarding all in the sky
And that which happens onshore
They never cared, and never will
If sunshine shines no more
***
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 5:26 AM UTC
Kitty-cat, Kitty-cat
Furry and so wonderful
Kitty-cat, Kitty-cat
Oh, they are so lovable
Kitty-cat, Kitty-cat
They are always going "Meow"
Kitty-cat, Kitty-cat
They hate to hear "Bow-wow"
Kitty-cat, Kitty-cat
With them to play is fun
Kitty-cat, Kitty-cat
And now my poem is done
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
locked
out of my house and home
locked
out of the lives of everyone else
locked
away from the contact of others
locked
away from where i can hurt them
locked
into a world of my own
locked
into a spiral of self destruction
locked
tight in a place where misery thrives
locked
thight in a place where i can't seem to die
locked
where i can never escape
locked
where the only comfort is my own blood, dripping, slowly, a vivid color in a world of gray, and my best friend, the knife, dripping silently with the color of my secret romance, waiting, waiting, for my next command. here, now, i've decided, now my friend comes closer, closer, glinting in the light of the flickering street lamp and the moon, now at my throat, it's a good feeling, painful still, all my worries, my fears, my miseries, are now dripping, steaming, slowly down my front, my head is so light, nothing matters anymore, i don't have to stand anymore pain, i'm drifting, i'm flying, i'm sailing, i'm falling, i'm sleeping. good-bye...
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
A sky so bright
With morning light
A land so dark and cold
And I wish with all my might
For the end of all our fright
And for the demons to relive their hold
For I am caught
In a a cage, wrought
Out of the hardest steel
And now I've faught
Energy, I have not
Nor a steady keel
Ranbows fill the sky above
Look! There flies a single dove!
'Tis a sight so pure
But what the demons love
Is to block the world above
For our world of sadness, there is no cure
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 6:12 PM UTC