words so profound
yet in distraught unwound
all the bits of everything unfair
setting fire to a pair
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
arms wringed around my torso
as i trudged through the hustle and bustle
the sights and sounds only but muffle
panic clawing away at these muscles
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
roll of thunder
stiffle my cry
in your wrath
my solace lies
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
clutter, clink and clank
stones take form from end to end
blunder, blink and blank
ground stripped and made whole again like make-pretend
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
I tried consoling the universe when it heard of your woes
But instead it filled space with raging black holes
I tried convincing the stars to illuminate your path
But instead they dimmed, in fear of your wrath
I tried asking Saturn to bring you joy by gifting you a ring
But instead it refused, knowing that happiness to you it wouldn't bring
I tried consoling the universe when it heard of your woes
But instead we cried because for us, your love no longer grows
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
I was once a tender, little thing,
With round cheeks and rosy skin;
Who wondered the world, free of sin,
And saw the world in a rosy tint.
I was once a happy, young thing,
With a constant smile and a good heart;
Who loved the world, in cheery oblivion,
Without a doubt, even in obsidian.
Then, I saw the world,
In a suddenness, a swirl;
Of hate, deceit, and cruelty,
Of lies, trade, and trickery.
I became a doubting child,
Though, by manner, still quite mild.
I realized, though, the life I had
Was filled quite fully
With the mad.
I became a bitter man,
Grown from the hard, trying land.
I hated the world, in it's full,
And hated it's people, life, and mulled
Over the sinners, over the tides,
And about many sad things, besides.
Now, on my deathbed,
I realize the mistake I made;
It was quite a dire trade
Of loveliness and life
For resentment and strife,
And now regret is the only thing
I feel and can sing.
And now I know that my tirade
Was pointless, and really, only made
My own life more miserable,
And nothing more;
It only made my own body sore.
Perhaps, if I had known more,
Of the goodness and love
Not only the hate and war,
Then I could have rested in peace
And known the truth
Before I had ceased.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
plow in deep
into the soil of the weak
where the roots fray
and leaves shrivel away
my hands grow weary
from both our weights i carried
down. down. down.
you left me to drown
from both our weights i carried
my heart grows weary
and my being starts to decay
for my core has been slayed
my voice grows weak
as i plow in deep
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
a gentle and quiet ruin
spread out into the abyss
weightless and withered thin
where something feels amiss
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
I.
You came upon me so suddenly--
a tornado,
a burst of energy--
I couldn't help but be swept up by
your pull
You tore me up
chewed me up
and spit me out
after spinning me around
mercilessly;
the circumlocution
making me dizzy
I had absolutely
nothing left.
I gave you everything
I had--
my heart and soul--
****** up by your vortex
never to be seen again
But it was my fault too,
I was too
curious, too anxious;
I dove in your storm too quickly
After all,
I'm just a
stormchaser
looking for
company
in the
oddest of places.
II.
A new, different storm
approaching--
barreling through,
electric--
full of
life
Surrounded by my new storm
impossible to
escape its presence
but I'm not worried:
choosing to stay
by it
After all,
I'm just a
stormchaser
looking for
company
in the
oddest of places
Clouds are
rolling in,
this beautiful storm
coming my way.
Only thing I have to say is
"Bring on the rain."
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC