He appeared in the dead of night,
A specter emanating the deathly ice
And he stole out from all entities, a light.
Now the world was dark and cold, a paid price.
The ebon fauna was forever a blight,
Now the night had come, and death to its right.

Swirling drops of screeching chalk
Memories left untouched.
Life unwound,
And a life better left in the ground.

As my body starts to drag,
My mind starts to wander.

Moving becomes a chore,
And listening is a bore.

I think I’ll just close my eyes,
And fall to the floor.

The wind moves like a whip,
As if making way for a storm.
The field, a dull golden amber,
Leans to one side in the fiery weather.

The wind pulls me away from myself,
Freezing my saddened body,
But releasing my tortured soul,
Pulling to the healing grounds
That I consider this field to be.

She whispered into my ear
“I find boys
Who write poetry
Really distracting.”
Then her flame went away,
Leaving me to wonder,

And forget.

As things continue to stand
In this land of the eternally ******,
theres no more room for an honest man.

I know I’m Li’l late,
My love’s just a dying shield
That shelters my hate.

Even if one thinks
That what is right
Is wrong,
There is an undeniable guilt
That follows in wake.

Scraping the blue sky,
Grazing the stoic mountain,
But far above the trees.

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.

Needles working into my throat,
As alarm bells ring through my ears.

A softly falling drop of liquid air
Dispersed into the vacuum of space.

If no place exists for me to breathe,
Then I’ll choke on the music.
I’ll end the show before the final dance,
And let the curtains close,
Bringing closure to my contract with life.

Amongst a storm,
Inside the raging current,
Iridescent light
Shines once again.

Things are going
To be all right.

An incorrect output
to the anger built up over the day.
I wish I could apologize,
but the window just may
have already closed.

I should take back what I say
once in a while.

The moon shines so brightly,
Sometimes I find myself
Looking at its beauty,
And stabbed through the heart.
An unexplainably ominous existence,
And an unrivaled luminescence.

Under the stars,
two souls become one.
Some may say
that they were star-crossed,
but I say that the stars
ran in tender parallel.

There are innumerable lines in the sky;
you may see a line cutting their fate,
but I see the lines running side by side,
and know that a red thread stitched this date.

Knowledge is power.
If it’s a sin, then I’ll be
A drug lord in hell.

The mime drowsily stumbles,
Now awakened from his dream.
All that’s left is the silky memory
Of his imagination’s devious scheme.

The silver sunset awaits his arrival,
So he gallops onwards into nightfall.

If there’s an edge above the waves,
I’ll fall fast and hard.

In my twisted world of love,
There’s no room for elegant dives.

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

Broken street lamps
Scattering luminous dust
Along the chalky sidewalk.

The particles fly
And the phantoms fall.

The light summons radiance
And the darkness casts its shadows.

There’s a helping hand
That holds me back
From doing what I desire...

Like asking for help.

I mean it’s a possible reason
For those years of a facade.

Feeling nothing;
No connection,
No emotion.

Just blank.
Only old morals
Kept me from
Arming myself
With intent to harm.

I wake up in the morning
Feeling oh so ******* fine
Wanting to carve my soul out with a knife.

Everyone sits dark and empty,
But I’m still light and so **** full of strife.

In an endless battle between my ungrateful heart and soul
I’m starting to lose sight of this god forsaken life.

Beating hearts
Lined up in parallel.
A growing passion
That will never die.
A life is gained
On a converged route,
But the separate routes
Drop in priority.

Three roads running in parallel.
Two eventually stop, leaving
One road to move until the world’s edge.

I’m but a human husk
Fill me with your emotions,
And watch me fail your expectations.

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.

Above my eyes,
Yet sitting right inside
Lie the midnight stars
Flowing like the tide.

They twinkle without bitter,
And giggle and titter.
Floating flippantly and freely
Through the night so dreamy.

Watching us from above
Just as we watch from below.
The stars signal a guiding dove,
And we follow it’s tidal flow.

The stars are there to guide us right,
So why is the night now void of their light?

Where have the stars gone?

If close hearts really do warm the cold,
May I steal your summery heart of gold?

As I sit ever so still,
I seem perfectly calm.
But on my visceral inside
Erupts a magnitude 9.

Remember,
You’re awesome.

Who you ask?

You! The person reading this.

Now don’t forget that!

What if the things I say
End up as too much?
And that line
Was long since breached.

It’s something I will regret,
But a something I can’t take back.
If words were really that easy to take back,
Why are there still wars.

All I can do is apologize
And hope that this game
Wasn’t rigged from the start.

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.

What’s lost
Shall be missed,
Held dear,
And close.

But remember:

The lost
Can be found,
The broken
Can be repaired.

The only true dead
Are the ones lost
From heart,
And mind.

I know I swear a lot,
And many think it’s ******.
Sure words have power,
But who gave them the power?

You.

And.

Me.

We gave words power,
And I gave them less power than you,
These words are ways to express myself;
Showing how things **** me off too,
Not words to used to destroy poetry.

I thank you for your time.

Have you ever felt
Like pushing down a friend
And kissing them senseless?

A regretful feeling,
As fleeting as the twilight sun,
Yet as memorable as the colors
That existed during that frame.

I still wish I acted differently,
I wish I acted without my inhibitors,
And sized my embarrassing moment,
Spending it on the floor with him.

Everyone es:
ecstatic, erratic, eh?!
Eternal ending!

When shall this fast world,
Stuck in a lasting stasis,
Start to move again?

The little widow’s weeping
Stopped my heart from beating.

The hourglass branded up on its spine,
Signaling the end of my time.

A teardrop stains my arm,
But that’s just the venom in my souls.

Starting the journey
Is far harder than the trek.
Just as finding a reason
To leave my covers
Each draining morning,
I have to strive and strain
To find a reason to start
On this journey.

The wind sneaks up on me,
And lightly caresses my body.
Hands so soft, yet so firm.

A kiss on the cheek,
And disappears once again,
Leaving me to wonder
If she ever missed me.

I call myself a writer
Yet I’ve never made another cry
With the pieces I’ve written.
I’ve seen looks of disgust,
And those of disappointment,

But how does one invoke
The emotions felt in that moment
In the hearts and minds of the literate?

I want to create tears from one’s eyes,
Let the warm water streak a path,
And then send a fearful shiver
Up their chilled spine,
And freeze those beads of water
Into spikes of ice.

Maybe a boiling rage can follow,
And dissipate those trailing tears.

But when all is said and all is done,
Others spike emotion.

I spike none.

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

A step to a wade,
Shivering water
Will always shine.
Even if the day is done,
Even if you can’t run.

Why should I speak,
If your flawless voice
resonates with the earth?
Why disrupt
The unparalleled song?
Your voice is the glassen sky,
To shatter the flow
Would surely be a crime.

How
Many
More
Words
Before
My
Denial
Turns
To
Realization?

The suppression
left an impression
on my healing heart.
A closing hole,
a dented body,
a golden reality.
Release has come,
so I'll carefully
push the envelope,
and watch it bend.

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

Cold and frozen
Inside a cage of my own.
There’s nobody out there to thaw me out,
Nobody to listen for my frostbitten shout.

Maybe I’m just a mannequin,
Singing lullabies and lies
Until my stifled cries
Reveal the real human inside.

Above the ever changing trees
Lies the ever growing tower of stone.
A swift mountain breeze,
Causes the stout wood to groan.

Like a pebble
Being blown lightly
Across a desert storm,
I was unknowingly blown
Off of the towering stone.