Have you ever seen the way
A bushfire sets beautifully ablaze
The deepest, darkest forest trees
A melting-orange intensity
It brings about an ash of gold
Like the smothering dust of charcoal
The wildest destruction ever to see
In the eyes of a son who came from me
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 12:07 PM UTC
It’s what propels us all
Made kingdoms rise & fall
Told the grass to bend in the breeze
Caused a wrist to slit & bleed
Severed fingers, toes, & ears
Helped men conquer their fears
Influenced cowards to run & hide
Encouraged good woman to sin & lie
Butterflies so intense you could hurl
& it’s worth all the pain in the world
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Look at the happy people
Are they not all mad?
They’ll empty out their pockets
To give more, they wish they had
& they’ll do it with a smile
Because they genuinely care
May God bless the crazy people
Who give a **** when life’s not fair
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
I was too young
Too young to know
That selling your soul
Is never condoned
By the angels above
or even demons in hell
Now as a misfit
In misery, I dwell
BUT my decision was
NOT made in hast
Instead, it determined
A sweet lover's fate
& if the angels above
Cannot understand
Then this sacrifice is one
I will gladly withstand
& with no hesitation
I’d quickly defend
That in the name of love
I’d do it again…
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
The Sunflower is awfully bigheaded
For being so tall & gangly
With fiery blooms, rough around the edges
He’s quite a sight to see annually
He looks down upon all the other flowers
With his head so high in the sky
This makes the other flowers jealous
But they fail to realize the sunflower lives a lie
Because the problem with the sunflower
Is that he turns his back on the sun
Creating the misconception
That he does not need anyone
But through the circadian rhythm
His leaves continuously change
Eluding the very revelation
That the sunflower causes his own pain
So as the sun begins to set
The sunflower realizes what he’s done
He faces the darkness with much regret
Realizing he cannot live without the sun
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
The rudiments of love are vested deep within the soul. Like the bleeding sands of time, our feelings can't control--An aggregation of desire, filled by many things. The light that fuels our fire, embellishes our surroundings.
We shut our eyes but cannot sleep,
we hold our breath,
clinch our teeth.
We tremble at the slightest brush, our hearts awaken from this rush! & just when we expect the flame to yield, it torches the entire battlefield!
This leaves behind a humble scene, of ash, & smoke, & broken dreams... At which point only time can heal, but merely to form another battlefield?
I believe that we were made for more, that pain is something we should endure, that life is more than a half-filled glass, but a powerful teacher of poise & class! & I, for one, will never mistake the advantages of a lost-love fate!
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
Where does the time go
Since it so rapidly slips away
Once it's gone, it's gone for good
Leaving me wishing it had stayed
The challenge is then to endure
It's ever-lasting fleet
So cherish every moment
& Exploit every opportunity
This proves to be more difficult
When dreams dissolve in thin air
It seems freedom is more restrictive
Than others are made aware
Therefore, it takes a tenacious person
Brave enough to tackle a wall
Just when it was suppose to shatter
The wall proved it refused to fall
Equally headstrong & tormented
You vowed to forever pursue
This obsession with my confinement
Was ultimately the end of me & you
Thus, when you declared forever
it appeared to be a lie
But I realize now more clearly than ever
That it is simply the end of time
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
A child strutted down a gray gravel lane
That laid between a rose garden fenced frame
The young boy ran his fingers thru the brush
Filling the air with a strong floral musk
When suddenly, he retracted his hand with a wince
When it snagged some thorns on the rose garden fence
He cried aloud as his fingers ran red
The kind of yelp his mother did dread
So she descended from the house which they lived
To find her young son waist-deep in roses
She pucked him from the garden with care
& inquired in the first place, why he was in there
He replied to his mother, he wanted it dead
To **** the rose that had caused him to bled
She cleared her throat, smiled, then said,
“My dearest child, do not be misled. Killing the rose won’t cure your bloodshed.”
This made the boy cry even harder it seemed
He already killed the rose in a vengeful fury
His mother smoothed the tears from his cheeks
Cleared her throat & again began to speak,
“It’s ok to feel bad. It’s all apart of life. After all, what is happiness if not in contrast to strife?”
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
I looked into the eye of the crow
& all I saw was-black
I knew the beast had consciousness
Only reality he lacked...
He had a sort of pompousness
Which I think is misunderstood
Because he's filled with emptiness
He must portray that he's good
& yet I find it rather odd
Whenever I do see
A twinkle in the distance
That reminds myself of me
& I guess that's why I stick around
This dark & cold abyss
I hope one day his consciousness
Can help him find his bliss...
But I predict he'll never change
He'll never see what he can be
& just like that all my life
Will be shattered by my dreams...
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
He dusted off the old rocking chair
& asked me to have a seat
He'd tell me what he was doing there
If I'd simply take a load off my feet
I found this gesture laughable
I would rather stand!
Then listen to another word
Uttered by this despicable Man!
But His confidence eluded Him
He knew I would protest
& yet I saw Him conceal a grin
At the denial of His request!
At this point, I couldn't even move
I could barely breathe
He acknowledged my discomfort, said,
"Very well" & took the seat!
As He sat there callously,
Scoping out the room
He said He just could not believe
The daffodils won't bloom!
This absurdity helped catch my breath
I quickly snapped to interject,
**** the flowers! **** this place!"
& turned to flee with great hast!
This made Him chortle with much glee
He barked, "Silly, girl, you cannot leave! I know you've known this all along, The Cottage is where your Soul belongs!"
I felt so angry I could cry
I hit my knees & pleaded: "WHY?!
I kicked You out so long ago! Don't speak to me as if You know!"
& this is where the story twists:
He dropped His grin & stood up quick
Now, controlled by His brown eyes
Forced to hear His every lie:
"I know that we have been apart, But that's no excuse to neglect your heart, & that is why I'm here again, to protect you from yourself, My friend..."
& that's the moment I lost my mind
To hear Him call me "friend"
As if His love, I could deny!
(So, instead, I was forced to pretend)
But He already knew my tricks
We played this game before
All this time Our stubbornness
Is the very quality We adored!
So, while He tried to lecture me
I quickly stoked a match
I had laced The Cottage previously
& dropped it on a kerosine-soaked mat!
& as I laughed maniacally
at the seconds we had left
To my surprise He grinned idly
As We slowly burned to death...
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC