First I was a drop in your dead sea.
Next, a wave in your hurricane.
Then I was the rocks you raged against.
Now I am the clouds;
feeding you still,
but out of reach of your drowning embrace.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC
Perhaps if I could fit you in a jar,
no, a cage.
If only I could tie you down with ink to
a torn out page.
Maybe then I could forget you,
and bleed my last drop from this pen.
Maybe then I could forget you,
and let the paper suffer with you instead.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
There she sat, clutching anxiously at her crutch-shaped glass.
Staring blankly into the forest of unnamed strangers.
She is a meek flower that loses its petals from an ocean breeze,
but hand her a pen,
and she is the God of Thunder.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
I would choose it all over you, my arranged bride.
I would dance in happiness,
relish in joy,
play in laughter all over you, my lustful desire.
I would mourn in sadness,
panic in unjustified fear,
burn in bitterness all over you, my final companion.
For when I choose you, oh Death,
I have to choose you forever.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
I searched through the clouds,
Behind the crystal throne,
Beyond the ivory gates that Peter first welcomed me through.
I asked every angel I knew,
Gabriel wasn't sure,
Michael said he'd check,
And Lucifer wasn't in.
I interrupted the Almighty,
And even bothered his son.
Neither of them knew.
I've searched everywhere that eyes can see.
This must be Hell,
Because I cannot find you.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
Halfway her mind changed.
Perhaps she saw something new.
Fallen angel flew.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
The stench of a history that is not my own still floods my nostrils.
My back is collapsing under the cross of another man's making.
I am a nomad to my own identity; mutiny of religion, culture, and creed.
Too long have my eyes feasted on the decadent violence of ancient men who carried a flag I once knew.
I lust after Redemption - if I find her, I'll be sure to introduce you.
Until then though, enjoy the comforting **** in the Garden of Eden - the brothel of ignorance.
If you wish to find me, follow the path that no feet have tread yet.
Be the first to break twigs, ground, and your heart. Break it how no one has ever broken it before.
If you wish to find me, seek out the river that holds no memory of my passage. New colours upon my soul are the only evidence required to know my world is real.
If you wish to find me, first understand that the moon is always full, the Sun only shows you the parts it is willing to let you see.
A billion fond memories of a dead man will never breathe another breath into his lungs.
This is your time. Not this life, or this year - this moment.
If you cannot hold this moment as your own, you will never find one that you can.
We are a planet full of humans waiting for another to navigate.
You don't need maps or compasses, you can even make it without a plan if you've packed a strong enough purpose.
We are the living - let us erase the heritage written in lead.
We are both the author and the protagonist - let us carve beauty over the statues of the dead.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
The air tastes different out here
The stream plays the pebbles like a harp
There is no line that separates the mountain from the valley
No law that forbids the Sun from bleeding into the sky
There are no ends to the trunk
nor starts to the branch
There are no fences or walls
No corners or edges
Nothing sharp enough that it could cut my soul
I open my eyes
I'm still at my desk - chained, only by fear
My weekday tie fastened just loose enough so I can't complain I am choking
I am choking!
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
I'm a gorgeous rose, blossoming with the dawn
Tear off the petals and leave only the thorns
No one sees the tears on this clown's face
but I've cried enough to wash me from this place
Heaven awaits, heaven awaits
Cage to stage, the lines that fade
I'm the king and I'm the fool
'Entertain! '
You're so **** vain
My life is wasted on you
Oh, you smiling faces, hold your applause
The ground grows flowers to hide scars of war
With the morning Sun I will rise, to meet the
man with the gun by his side - oppressive hands
All I have to lose are my chains!
Heaven awaits, heaven awaits
Eighty-six shots fired
Eighty-six shots fired
Eighty-six shots fired into me
Eighty-six shots fired, I'm struggling to breathe
Eighty-six shots fired, my heart ceases to beat
Eighty-six shots fired, to set me free!
Rage pent-up inside of me
rusting my sanity
You'll have no pardon,
beg you please
What is this word ‘humanity'?
If I make it out this place,
I'll find out where you cowards lay
No blood will drain out from my face
As I stomp you to your ******* graves!
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
What does it mean to be human?
Forged in the hearts of the universe
A billion fragments of creation, woven into one existence
Children of the stars that envious eyes reflect
What does it mean to be human?
I am the universe
I am alone
What does it mean to find beauty?
To witness the Sun's racing photons pierce the atmosphere
with bursting lust for the horizon
The waves finding my eyes, and leaking dopamine in my brain
What does it mean to find beauty?
I am in awe
I am chemistry
What does it mean to write poetry?
To order the shapes and symbols written by dead men
in a way no one has ever seen before
A fool's attempt to have one feel what all have felt before
What does it mean to write poetry?
I am a poet
I am a liar
What does it mean to die?
To find the book continues writing
for you were not the protagonist all along
To learn this, only once you cannot learn at all
What does it mean to die?
I am alive
I am finite
What does it mean to love?
To see the finite chemicals in all the lonely liars
And to hold them close
In awe of the universal poetry that is our lives
All the same, we are all the same
I am love
If we were anything else, there would be no point
No Hope
No Life
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC