You wandered through misery and silence
for half your lifetime,
feeling every change in the wind
and the pain of the world around.
You were lost and didn't want to be found.
There was no salvation within;
so you gave up on false idols
of joy and light.
Aching and broken, you closed your eyes.
The world disappeared,
your mind grew louder,
And you gave up.
Or so you thought.
You expected an end
and received a beginning.
I'll wait a lifetime for you to catch up
and meet the new you.
You'll be ok again.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
Troublesome author,
we are suffering subjects;
we didn't pray for this.
Why create the day
when the sun is so gloomy?
Our own light is ******
You demand our love.
Such a horrid creator;
love isn't ours to give.
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
Red tides crash ashore,
pulled in by a new moon.
Madness flows in.
The mind is a sharp blade,
and is keen on its desires.
All senses slowly sink
straight to the ocean floor.
The current sweeps everything away;
tiring the mind and body.
Thoughts give in to incoherence,
letting those destructive obsessions in.
Finally, they accept that red tides
are their only solace.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
Two voices screaming in my head.
One full of indignant righteousness,
the other begging for its morbid desires.
The rythmic yelling beats against my chest;
every word constricts my breath,
choking any reason in my mind.
Neither voice seems to ring true,
leading me further into a pit of self doubt.
Which one is the liar?
The fear in my heart wells
at the thought of both being truthful.
I fall deeper and deeper into myself.
I try to silence them both, shutting myself down.
but in the end, no matter where I turn,
they're everywhere I try to run.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
consume
rot
the parasite
and the host
eat, eat
feast on decay
eat, eat, eat
i'll feed you, parasite
eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
consume me
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
Your crown will roll,
your castle will fall;
crumbling,
crumbling.
The towers, the turrets,
the windows, the walls;
tumbling,
tumbling.
The king is dead.
Long live the liar.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
On this sacred day,
they await a Savior:
a light for the shadows,
and warmth for the long nights.
Days and days they sit
in the very same holy spot,
praying for the change.
Winter slowly creeps in,
shaking the zealous to their core.
Faith, a fickle candle,
can't stand the gentle breeze.
The wick becomes chilled,
the flame extinguished,
and the weak begin to flee.
Those faithful to the Sun
scorn those who leave the holy site.
Even as the light dies
and the world grows cold,
here they sit patiently.
Unfortunately for them,
darkness still comes to those
loyal to the day.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
Dawn breaks across the sky,
with shadows dancing on the pavement.
The air, heavy and warm, remains still,
and the trees and their leaves sleep
until their inevitable wither.
The world is somber and silent,
yet whispers of the living
linger in the grass.
All seems calm, yet collapsing,
as the sun starts to fall,
and the shadows flee back
into the darkness.
My sight blurs
and life fades
into static
everything is
falling apart
yet no creature
is disturbed
all is
calm
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
Earth below my feet and sky over my head:
I can tread this entire earth,
and visit every destination,
yet end up nowhere.
Give me all the world's riches,
gold, silver, platinum;
print me papers of power.
Still my greed will never be satisfied.
Give me an ideal form;
The body of a god
hollow without divinity.
I'll find each imperfection.
Give me control;
bend everything to my will.
My life in my hands,
and I'll still be too weak to hold it.
Even with the earth below my feet,
I'll always refuse to walk.
Truly, theres nothing more pathetic
than a blessed beggar.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
A prisoner on death row, sighing contendedly.
No one was ever sure of his crimes,
but his sentence was clear from the start.
His cell was always absurd,
his life always a mystery.
But now he finds peace.
He has nothing except what he knows;
and what he knows is his end.
It isn't much,
yet it's more than anyone free
has ever had.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC