Do you know why
The sun has yet to fall?

Will you retry
When you are left to crawl?

Inside your eyes
A light shines down the hall.

Now look in mine,
You’ll find no light at all.


Are you to fly
When I fly from fear?

Hey, please don’t die
So just persevere

No, please don’t cry
I won’t leave you here.

Give life a try
‘Cause I hold you dear

Feeling the waves
Fleeing beachside,
Reaching oceanbound.
With feet planted in the ground,
But you’re nowhere to be found
My heart leapt forward
To save that which had drowned
Yet it was too late
You came to comfort,
My worldly hate.

Repulsive figures
Glaring from the sidelines.
Living on a lost road,
Looking sidelong at a toad.
The arrow fades to blue
and I’m looking at you,
Yes, both of you.

A selfish desire lead me astray,
I wanted to help her in any way,
But I think I’m really just gay.
He looked at me when others looked away,
He has always helped make my day.

But it disgustates my narrowed mind
To think I’d like a dude in this kind.

An indecisive bi,
At least I should try
To make a **** decision...
Before my arm feels division.

What’s all the hubbub
Just a worse influenza
Overbuying food...

I’m fine
But People say
I’m not fine
And I know they’re wrong
Two wrongs aren’t a right

Wonderful
Isn’t
It

Off of the precipice
I triumphantly march
Through my expectations

I could never be better
As I am now
I know this fully well.

A soul caught in the past,
A planet covered in cables
Was never meant to last.

Fly the flags half mast,
And wait for it to pass.
Love flies up in a flume,
But why will these flowers
Never bloom?

Love
Lies
Little thoughts
Lingering doubts
Living in a lovey drought.

Love escalating, but
Lies pervading through
Little cracks
Lingering of a broken foundation,
Living in this silkily scripted silence,

And hiding from the moonlight.

Do we really know
Where our soul shall go
After we decide to die,
And let our phantasm fly?

Or is our hurt cry
Another futile try?
Do those who pass us by
Suffer from the same lie?

A bushel of sweet berries
Wait upon their willowed branch
For the ghosts to come for them

The rains will come and drench,
The sun will march and shine,
But the sky will never change it’s hue.

Sweet berries wait for two ghosts
They’re no different than you.

Sparks fly
Ashes fall
Coals simmer
A crumbling wall.

Torches flicker
Down a lamplit hall.
The fuel dies down,
And a new man stands above all.

Nausea shot through a syringe,
Filling me with surreal senses.
I must not stop,
I must not shudder,
I will not pause,
I will not falter.
There is no place
For a burden,
No space
For dead weight.

I am not a burden,
So
“I feel fine.”

The rivers are never too deep,
The chasms never too wide.
My bones are made of sinking lead,
Yet I hold myself with this broken pride,
Knowing that I’m on over my head.

I’m under the torrent,
Swept in the current.
Falling through a chasm,
Seeing death’s phantasm.

Words stabbing as swords,
But who cares?
It’s all under floorboards.

“Why must we fight?”
Asked the boy
With the tear-filled countenance.

“Because we are told so”
Responded the woman
After a dense pause.

“Then there is no question,”
Stated the man.
And with tearless eyes,
He went to take his father’s place.

Time, time is a valuable thing;
We never see our seconds sliced
By an archangel’s bladed wing

I’m sitting in a nowhere,
No life, no sense of flair.

Life bustles all around,
But it’s all a monotone mound,
There’s no variation to be found.

New places,
New spaces,
And new paces
Is the basis
For a mind in stasis.

So i might stop this mope,
And put a wayward hope
Into a little elope.

I’m taking a break from poetry.
I’ve been forcing myself to write lately,
And it hasn’t been fun.
I’ll still read some poetry,
But I probably won’t be posting much.
Only when an idea is to vivid not to write,
I will post it.

I’ll be back to posting at some point.
It could be tomorrow,
It could be next March,
I have no clue.
But I will be back.

Flickering lamps,
Dimming circles.

Lights running low,
Damp pavement
Reflecting their soft glow.

A muggy alleyway
With another at its end.
Another alleyway,
Where the light has stiffened.

No,
You don’t belong
In this head of mine
I think it’s time
For you
To politely...
*******!

Today is not the day
For you to take over
And ruin me in every way.
I don’t need another thumbprint
To litter these pages of mine.

Why
Do
I
Enjoy
Yuri
Manga
So
Much
These
Days

Betwixt these sheets,
I lie, ablaze.
In this blanket maze,
I run, deathless.
Hidden in vulnerable darkness,
I protect, ardently.
On my stomach, lying low,
I regret, somberly so.

Surprises
Come
From
The
Most
Unanticipated
Places
At
Times,
Man.

At the value of nothing,
Zero is a dead cold end,
Or the mark of new beginnings.

It all depends
On the arithmetic
That you choose
To use.

What palette of inks
Has the world dyed itself
With on this day?

A collection of yellows
Painted the canvas
Of a plain and woods
During the setting sun.

A collection of greens
Littered the pines,
And finished the color
On the grass and moss.

A splash of red
To cover that setting fireball

A sheet of blue
And a touch of violet
To dribble on our night sky,
Which we will now
Litter with the deceitful stars!

Reigning down upon my body
Like an emotionless hammer,
Swinging hard and fast,
Leaving nothing untouched,
Leaving my love to be amassed.

Every word
Every phrase
Every line
Every time
I pull a blank.

My mind is writing
From a odd feeling state
But it’s power is dwindling
And my drowsiness is kindling
For a inferno yet to come.

A cloak was drawn over his shoulders,
And set aflame, flickering in the passing wind.
He grabbed his mask of flame,
And set out to take in his name.

A house was on fire,
And death needed to take those lives,
Quenching the water
That flowed from their eyes.

How could I show you the door
When you’re the one
that picked my heart up off the floor?

A star so bright
I could not hold my gaze,
She brought to much light,
And my mind’s in a daze

He put my mind in a fight
And set my logic a’blaze.
Now I’m lost on what is right
Because of this love filled haze.

Love is a maze,
Both she and he
proved this fact to me.

“Twenty men had tried to take him,
Twenty men had made a slip.
Twenty-one would be the ranger
With a big iron on his hip”

From the song “Big Iron” by Marty Robbins

On a night like last I sat fearing,
Looking at the wall, almost peering.
The depths in each crack seemed endless,
It’s volume etched into my remembrance.

A certain feeling aroused a subtle gleaming.
In this darkness, our darkness began teeming.
In that moment, my lungs stopped the rhythmic breathing,
And my life swiftly ended by a tiny widow’s scheming.

No words come to mind,
None spin through my head.
Their sparking shine
Has turned to a dull sheen,
And I cannot form a line.

I am left inside of this slump,
And my mind cannot think,
So now it cannot gaze
Or even drink
The wine of my knowledge.

A fever courses through my veins,
And I’m feeling lightheaded
The world continues to spin
But I’m standing still
Wondering to myself
Am I sick with love?

All I can do is stand and hope
That my brain is just on elope.
But sometimes I can feel, and know,
That I’m just a **** dope.

Lips brush softly
As a passing breeze
Carries a feather.
She’s leaving again,
But not forever.

A sudden silent hit
Comes to greet me
When I least expect it.

The wind swallows us
In her eternal grace,
So I try in haste
To be her home base.

Stop.
Right.
There.
If I’m getting involved,
Give me a reason to care.

I can help with matters
Pertaining to your mind,
But I am not so kind
All of the time.

Softly in
Swiftly out.
Control each expansion
Of these quivering lungs.

Fire’s spreading through my mind,
Life has turned me oh so blind,
If this world could be less kind...
I would be dead, free of this bind.

Looking at an untouched daisy,
I can feel my mind grow hazy.
My limbs are growing ever so lazy
And I’m falling in again. I must be crazy.

When I read those messages
I can’t help but laugh
In my vast contempt
At the figure you represent.

You boast a similarity to him
Reminding me of my blunder
That sent my mind and heart asunder.
I do not hate you or him,
Far from that fact.
I hate myself,
For my awful tact.

This duality
Of my vicariously divine
Mental principality
Divides an entire world
Between the realm
Of heaven and hell.
Opening a foreign door,
seeing no more

Everything is ok.
Each deft stroke,
Each ruby bead
Dropped off a ****,
Each strike of lightning,
Or each flaming kiss.

It’s all ok.
Nothing is wrong with this.
Don’t tell me otherwise.

Numerous simmering stars
Slip into the sky nightly,
Shining a a light on our paths,
Guiding us with their truths.
In conjunction with our luna,
They create the immaculate sky.

It is the stars that shine so true,
That uproot the light of night,
And create our sky so blue.
It is these stars
That lie to you.

Slashing through
The silver visage
Of a golden dream.
Snapped open
With the clap of a book
That cleanly split an
Eternally unified sky,
And resonated through
This stagnant planet.

Sitting,
An article of stagnance,
With a heavily dusted window,
And a soul in heavy fragments.
Looking at you through the glass,
Wondering what has come to pass.
I’ve been here forever,
But nobody stays forever.
Now forever feels like home,
And I’ve turned up alone
After you vanished from my head
And filled my mind with lead.

The line between heaven and hell,
A line moving to and fro
With each silent toll
Of the otherworldly bell.

A motionless ball set to roll,
Time tells of stagnant control;
Neither will consume the other whole.

Sitting in a throne of flame
Wondering what I could gain
By setting my mind alight,
Kindling my eyes with fire so bright.

Sending me flying off into
My world of unsurpassed vibrance,
Seeing if my will holds true
Through tests of strength and stance.

Off the precipice I fly,
Soaring yet higher into the sky.
A new world awaits my mind,
But for now, I’m soaring free and blind.

Do you ever wish
On what peeves you most
To just dissipate?

I wish that I wasn’t so late
In learning when someone
Chooses to be filled with salt
And infectious contempt.

A warning system
Would be a nice addition
To this life of mine!

If life gives you lemons,
Why would you make lemonade?
They taste perfectly fine
On their own.
Maybe a spoonful of sugar
Might help the sour feelings
Rinse from your mind though.

It seems to always be those
Who weigh on you the most
That will impressively impose
On the thoughts you host.

Those times
Where you don’t want it to end
Will always end, for time will flow...

Regretfully so.

Watch as we rise
And gain this sky
As the worldly prize.

Beyond these coals
Lies the resolution.
Strengthen your feet
Or grow your wings.
It’s time to fly,
Not to die.

Forming together
As if in a curt whisper,
The gnarled shadows
Poke and ****
At the glimmering snow.

The moonlight
Politely beckoning the wind
To provide these shadows delight.

They giggle in the nip and tickle
Of the seemingly stagnant breeze,
But they bore of its humor
As the wind’s imposing air
Dissipates with growing unconfidence.

The snow’s silky silver sheen
Is shaded by the gnarled green.
The moon’s reflectant piercing light
Prevades this stagnantly silent night.