Using System;

Namespace Poem
{
     Class Program
     {
          Main(string[] args)
          {
               Console.WriteLine(“1 or 0”);
               String dec = Console.ReadLine();

               bool life;

               if (desc == 1)
               {
                    life = true;
               }
               else
               {
                    life = false;
               }

               string msg = MADNESS(life);

               Console.WriteLine(msg);
               Console.ReadLine();
               life = !life;

               Console.WriteLine(life.ToString());
               Console.ReadLine();
          }

          Public Static String MADNESS(bool life)
          {
               bool suffering = false;

               if(life == true)
               {
                    suffering = !suffering;
                    return “madness ensues.”;
               }
               else
               {
                    suffering = false;
                    return “madness took over.”;
               }
          }
     }
}

Spreading wings
And releasing feathers,
The dove flies through
A ring of flame.

The scroll of negotiation
Unscathed by the battlefield.

What ails these sorry veins,
Plaguing the mind and soul alike?
Boiling blood, sores and pains,
Killing what’s left of life.

Maybe rubies are all I need;
To make a mark and watch it bleed.

Listening to cows
and the cars, far below me.
This bench's a safe spot.

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.

Through time’s distorted glass,
I’m led to believe
On what you were,
Not on what you’ll be.

It’s sad to see
This distortion affect me,
But now it’s my reality.

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.

An object of hatred?
Or an article that
Appends additional anxiety?

A hand that let go,
Allowing me to fall into the flow.
Another that grabbed on
But it’s grasp now weakens.

The fear of knowledge
Overriding my yearn for it,
My fear of the answer
Increasing beyond finites, bit by bit.

I wonder if something like that
Is really the truth,
Or is it just her hidden tone
That venomizes my mind
And removes rational thought.

Cleaving through the stilling silence,
Like an ocean’s crushing roar.
The dulling gray sky
Becomes a lightless void
With a scream of defiance,
Splitting the essence of noise.

Left with a silence so warm,
But it’s just the calm before the storm.

ARD,
The initials of my name.
I hate 2/3 of
That dreaded sequence.
I would redefine
This personality of mine
Under a new name,
But then who would I be?

The tug,
The pull,
The snap.

Giving way to the fall.
Time, flowing like water
Among glittering beaches.

Darkness moves in,
But a flaming defiance
Rises like a screaming gale
Along the gap
Where the string once existed.

In the flames of renewal
A new string is born,
Holding back
With a grip like thorns.

Spiraling in and out
Of a fruitful Existence,
We stand on the brink of life.

Striping flames
Burning names
Cindered letters
Breaking fetters
A novel of ashen lies
Slowly dies

The glistening tide
Flowing in
From the sunset’s side.

A splashing red surf
The flow of a molten ocean.
But the red turns to black
As the sun finally turns it’s back.

A million stars to light the dusk,
A million lights to paint the mire.

Now I’ve found what I desire.

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.

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

Among the trees,
And through the sky
Flying fast
And flying high
The million mile lightning
Will never die.

As it bears down,
Shrouding me in fear,
I feel it.

Piercing my skin,
Like a webwork of needles;
Igniting my nerves
And numbing my veins.

The weakened rays of sun
Fail to reflect the lingering web,
Or the spider lingering beyond.

July 2019

Dawn, the naturally brilliant masterpiece.
radiantly split as if by a prism, handing darkness it's disregards
and forming a mosaic of light, that is soon to decease.
The dawn then fades into the sun, the next of three cards.

Day comes along with unsurpassed brightness,
bringing a warm light to the otherwise cold Earth.
a soft blue sky floats with a particular politeness,
and the water reflects its color with a taunting mirth.

Dusk follows in wake, the harbinger of darkness.
It shows us yet another vivid, spectral mosaic
whilst darkening the sky with abrupt impoliteness.
A multitude of watercolor stars appear, all rather archaic.

It is thought that all appreciate art of this kind.
However, I won't appreciate these occurrences.
I am neither blind to color or completely blind.
I am blind to their meaning, they contain no reassurances.

I could never appreciate what I can't see or feel,
to me, the colors I've described aren't real.
Those are what others think, I wish I could see...
But I am blinded and will never be free

Maybe life
Will recalculate
All of these chances
For my failure.

And maybe
I’ll succeed.

Fluorescent shadows
Quake on the concrete.
Like autumn leaves
In a solitary plain,
The ****** and disappear.

Shadows of men I don’t see,
I guess they’ll always be there,
Haunting me.

This isn’t right.
My actions
Are devoid of light.
I run bluff after bluff,
So apparently,
Living life isn’t hard enough.
I act all high and mighty,
But if I’m asked in earnest,
I’ll get an early start on my nightly

Breakdown.

Oct.25.2019

Sammie, it annoys me
That you called my question sweet
It’s not you, it’s me.

What to think of it?
It confuses me so much
Know that I love you!

Light clouds
softly dance
along this azure sky.

The wind
lies unseen,
unheard,
and unfelt
along these vernal days.

As much as I freeze
in her gusty presence,
I can't help
but miss the company.

As the small child
awoke upon the creaking beams,
he was careful not to move
and cause unrest
to his clueless flatmates.

Each ginger step
taken with the care of a cat
moved the boy in ease,
and in an undisturbed silence.

out the open window
he flew, a silent squirrel,
and landed, a drop of hail.

The boy knew his path,
tracing it without fail.

The destination stood ahead,
and the boy dawned his hood.

A twenty foot wall,
reaching into the sky.
An unscaleable surface
but the boy knew how to try.

The bound of a panther,
and the leap of a squirrel.
The flight of an arrow,
and the end of the sparrow.

Pushing,
Seeping,
Leaking.
It’s all tangled up inside.

Disintegration is temporary,
But the damage is eternal.

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.

Ebbing and flowing freely,
Unrestricted by man’s chains.
Nothing can ever stop this flow,
Or the luminescent lunar body
That raises these soulful waters.

Am I afraid to fall?
Or am I just in fear
Of unavoidable pain?

Love is the only sport
Where I won’t land on my feet.

A thousand miles away
I’ve got a lot left to say.
Could you not just stay
And listen for one more day?

As the fire sprouts up,
The rain screams down.
Volcanoes ***** themselves,
Peeping above the sea-ceiling.
The land we live on is created,
Now we just need life
To ***** it’s soulful flame,
And populate that desolate ball.

The sky runs a dim orange,
reflecting the distant sun's dying light,
telling me that the day's final act
is on its final leg.

(the other was broken
after a saying
was taken literally)

A purple draws in,
as does the red velvet curtains.
The theater has emptied
except for those
who had tickets
to the night show as well.

The ringing in my veins
courses through my aching body,
Like a rampant child;
Reckless and unrestrained.

It calls to me,
screaming for my attention,
to once again feel my ‘love;’
My dedication.

I can only deny such crawling advances,
And feel my yearning spirit cry.
Eventually I will break,
That will be the day I hide.

Nov.28.2019
Love lies.
It turns you on but turns you off.
Not sexually, but communication wise.
You want to speak,
Toss words out of your mouth
Like a panther just unchained.
However, you cannot speak.
You can only stare on as she turns away.

As she turns away once again.
You seem to notice that more.
Every time she walks off,
Says goodbye,
Leaving once again.
You invest hope in the questionable God,
Pray that she’ll come back and talk again.
She almost never does.

You hafta lie to your friends,
Saying you’re completely fine...
But you can only say a trailing
“Yeah...”
As you stare at her.

You want to be by her side,
You want to have someone lean on you.
The darkest times will always haunt,
You want her to help your fear wash away.

Someone to lean on.
Someone to hold up.
Someone to cuddle,
As the night grows cold.

You haven’t once thought about
...
That
Thing
Called
...
consummation.

Love strikes you out of nowhere,
It’s never a soft, feathery, padded strike.
It’s quick, hard, and piercing.
Claws or a knife are probably involved.

Spiraling through the sharpened skies,
Slicing at the wind
With a blade sharper than air.
We say all’s fair,
But with a corrupt mind and body
Do I have any right to endorse it?

In a world of bladed air,
The act of falling
Hurts more than the impact.

A sheer slate of industry,
broken by the melodic ridges.
Echoing the smallest whispers,
and dulling the mind's largest cries,
these walls defy all which seems sane.

Without color,
without shade.
Simple textures
resonate my cadence.

Standing strong and stagnant;
unrefined,
undefined.

No rest for tired eyes.
They quake like a hatching egg,
As they reach their closure.

Through continued exposure,
The light begins to sting;
Needles in my veins,
Making shattered window panes.

Where’d the glass go?

Lessons learned through progression of life.
Lessons I had unknowingly tried, and never met success.
Lessons I all learned at once yesterday.
Lessons I will now follow.

Life is what I am to make it,
So it is no longer an autumn hell,
For I terraformed it into a vernal heaven.

Hit after hit,
The wall beats my hand.
Yet I keep on swinging,
Unable to stop the motion.
I feel my hands slowly beak
But I continue to hack away.
The skin finally tears,
Letting my miasmic blood
Flow freely like a fountain.
My bones start to show,
And their frail fragments
Drop to the ground,
Much like pebbles of icy hail.

My arms are my remaining armament,
For my hands are far too twisted and bent.
A mire of my blood becomes the floor,
My vision fades and I see nevermore.

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.

Two skies
sitting up high,
Fading.

Two suns
Watching them fall,
Laughing.

One world
Seeing the collapse,
Crying.

I woke up with a start, staring at a wooden door.
It was my front door.
Walking through it I reached a lawn.
Walking down my lawn i found a long road.
My road went off into the distance,
Walking down my road, trailing off into the distance.
As I reached the horizon, I saw a light amongst the fog.
The light belonged to a car, traveling through my fog.
My car crested the horizon, and drove onward.
The two lights signifying my car drew closer.
Amongst my fog, I could barely see my road.
As my car darted closer to me, I started to fear.
My car was speeding up, faster and faster,
Gliding over my road,
Ripping through my fog,
Screaming through my otherwise silent wilderness,
And eventually hitting life into my lifeless body.
The first thing I saw was my horizon,
But then it all left me.
My horizon was no longer mine,
Nor was my wilderness,
My fog,
My road,
My door,
And then my life.

As the feathers fall
I collect them in reams.
The songbirds play
In my greatest of dreams.
You’re always there, with me,
But when I awake
I remember it is never to be.

Inside chains,
Captive in icy walls.
A virus which protects,
And a cold heart
Sitting close to countless deaths.

Another subzero drop,
And my soul shall shatter as well.

If only you knew
That I am sorry.

On the other side,
you draw your life
Into its drowning existence.
You’re wielding a failed red thread,
Hoping the needle is sharp enough
To run your troubles through.

I watch in fear and worry,
As you become a stumbling mess.
This wall of glass
shattering into my veins
Whenever i make that first step.

I can’t remove what you’ve built.
I’m afraid of what you’ll do.

A vast dark sea
Approaches overhead,
Like a distant diver.
The silent scenery
Swiftly slides
Into a world of noise.
Birds caw their warnings,
The wind rushes by,
Like a helicopter
Sitting too close for comfort.

As twinkling lights
Shine like starlight
Through a cold night,
I look for another calm
In this unruly tempest.

As my fears disappear,
Like a toothpick
Among the amber blades
Of fall-going beach grass,
I admire the excellence
Of the rain’s soft persistence.

Through the ice
And falling even more.
She’s down there to catch me,
But the icy shards
Are freezing my blood.

A branch sticks out in my path,
Throwing me off balance,
And now I’m no longer falling;

I’m tumbling out of control.
With no idea
How to regain control.

the ashen flower
continues to grow on
after the demon's power
destroyed the world we thrived upon,
but more flowers will rise anon.

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.