There is always a worst form struggle.
No matter, how great, is our own.
It's not that the worst is one permanent.
It's in a moment, when a worse is fully grown.
It's found, in the eb and flow of our solitude.
If our worst, reigns, supreme.
Solitary in room or in thought,
Do we ascend, to that horrific being.
Honor those horror filled instances,
With memories, never to be lost.
And in our hearts, forever lend grace,
When our turn, it currently, is not.
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 1:29 AM UTC
If I were a shooting star,
Which would I be?
The shot aiming,
For some place new.
Or the flame engulfed body,
Hurling to the ground to be subdued...
Would I be the speck of mass,
That burns before reaching a home?
Or would be a greatest wish,
The your hope had long ago sewn,..
If I were a shooting star.
What would you see?
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
20 years ago I recall...
When time actually stopped.
And for a moment,
I was alone with myself.
My mind,
My body,
My heart and my soul,
Put all desires, high on a shelf.
Little blips of darkness,
Like flickering black holes,
Would sometimes...
Corrupt this peace.
But I slowly put thought,
Into who I really was.
Could I be a man...
Or just another meece.
It wasn't until,
I put foolish logic,
Onto what my life,
Was really created for.
That I sold out my moment,
Of time standing still...
And that sell out,
Made me, a *****
I've been blessed once again,
With time put on ice.
Frozen...
Standing in place.
So many more cracks,
In the world that I live.
Than the last time...
I paused, in this space.
And in the cold reflections,
I see myself.
And I wonder,
Who that person, should really be.
Each step I take forward,
Shoots crackling splinters inside,
Like walking on a frozen lake...
With ice formed so thinly.
This time, this moment,
This universe put on pause.
With shooting stars,
Mid streak in the sky.
I'll walk under them,
And we'll talk of my sin.
Hang out with wishes...
Until I love what's inside.
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC
I never really wanted control.
I simply sought to limit my exposure,
To the dangers that persist.
The people, situations,
The moments of life,
That believe peace...
Shouldn't ever, exist.
This never meant I wanted to be master,
One who holds...
All of the keys.
For the more keys in my pockets,
The more cumbersome,
Each step tends to be.
The only control I really sought after,
Was one over, only my own key.
To lock my door from all others,
Embracing isolation, who lets me be me.
But being myself to no one.
Is much like, the questions of old
Like, If no one witnesses a tree falling,
Did it truly whither, from being alone and cold...
I still have monsters...
I still bare so much sin.
And here we are now forever...
Me, myself, and I...
In a game, we shall never win.
So if life has proven me in one thing.
It is that never should I trust.
Which if you know this truth as well...
What's the answer, as it makes life...
A bust...
And here...
We...
Are...
Now...
All directions... Is death on the cusp.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
I wish I could be the one,
Written in the stories of old.
Who saw his fairest of maiden,
And collapsed, breath caught, in his soul.
Though Big Fish, I might have been,
Able to chase his sun across the world.
Poorly hooked, I did, let myself get,
And my weight began to swirl.
Until I lay beached,
And watch you drift away.
Gasping in desperation,
To try another day.
But I've looked upon my reflection,
From the little ripples that reach out to me.
The sun may be my longing,
But I must return, back into the sea.
And as the ripples pull at me,
Back to a place I can heal.
I thank this final sunset...
For reminding me, such love is real.
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 2:12 AM UTC
A day doesn't pass,
Where my thoughts aren't with you.
And I long, for the strength,
To hold the sun...
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC
With the amount of trauma,
And amount I've suffered,
For as long as I've endured, these both.
I realized long ago,
This would be healing till I die.
And I'm scared, of how long I have to go.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 7:50 PM UTC
Woke up from a dream,
Where I was a leaf,
Being passed up an ever growing tree.
From stem to stem, branch to branch, I was passed along up the tree.
And as I, this leaf ascended, being pushed along by the tree itself, everyone I loved so much, sat on branches, leaning against the trunk like Huckleberry Finn might, if he were resting in a tree.
And as I'd pass them, they'd look at me so lovingly,
Hold a hand out as if to catch me,
But no one ever actually caught and held me, the leaf, forever being pushed along up the tree.
Until I the leaf, neared the top of the tree.
And I as an old man sat in the very top branches.
Surrounded by everyone I loved.
Crying so painfully.
Reaching out to me, the leaf.
Wanting to hold me just once...
Until I passed my old man self too...
And left the tree on a breeze.
Never to see them again.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 7:55 PM UTC
You have your secrets.
Experiences, who's description, will never cross your lips.
Not to God.
The Devil.
Regardless, whatever they may know.
Keep them.
It's fine.
For you are who you are now.
And who you were...
Doesn't deserve you.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 6:48 PM UTC
I want to tell you a story,
Of a man touched by sin.
At the start of his life,
Where his soul did begin.
But we pick up at a moment,
Where his freedom is found.
By his savior in horror,
Wrapped, in black gown.
"I wish to let go,
and in you fully trust.
Do what you will...
Do what you must..."
She gave herself freely.
Knowing his soul.
Touched by his warmth,
Having snuggled in his glow.
But he was dark dressed,
Just as was she.
Pain in them both,
Raged like a tumultuous sea.
Both had long ago,
Whispered their woes.
Clasped hands in pure trust.
And swore to go where each other would go.
"Be free" her last words,
And the demon awoke.
Her laying in darkness.
Him burning with smoke.
He hovered above her,
And let loose his rage.
She lay silently...
Both linked by their faith.
Bedding was shredded,
Walls cracked and fell.
His fury split heaven,
Her fear drown out hell.
And he looked down on her,
No mark had been made.
It was as they both imagined.
The end of their days.
He tipped his head gently,
Bared teeth held in awe.
At the glowing of her heart.
And the depth of its draw.
He bit her heart gently.
Without even a thought.
Drew in all of her essence,
Until her body was stopped.
Panic arose,
"Oh god it's as I feared!"
He tried to pour her back,
But black ooze only smeared.
And then a little glimmer,
Of whom he gave his life.
Warmed deep within him.
And with her glowing faithful knife...
She carved a path,
Up into his chest.
And his glow she unburied,
For a moment they rest.
"You... my love...
Pulled me from my corpse.
Through your hellish figure,
You took the soul that was yours."
"And as I have promised,
Through the love that we share.
I claimed the soul that is mine,
So we can finally leave here."
Cloaks made of ashes,
From each others burned away husk.
Formed on their shoulders,
A reminder, of pasts touch.
Now pure of light,
Wrapped in the softness of ash.
They found freedom in trust...
And walked their days, with a laugh...
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC