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The eerie existence of a simple moment,
           Small and finite, yet full of pretentious meaning...
                                   Simply crossing through dimensions -
                       Almost systemiatically defining life,
           Clarity amongst a constant ibid of chaotic misdirection.
Leaving us with profound instances of life,
                                                                       death,
                                                                            love and loss...
Screams and Shouts
From In and Out
It starts Quiet then to Loud

White and black
Front and Back
I start to crack

Sunday at chapel
Monday at funeral
I miss you -being literal

Music in general
Listening to Metal
Whatching the rose petal

Fall into the grave
I must be brave
But I will visit you,from day to day
Accepting my friends death and a short discription of what has happened.....
 Apr 2013 Michael Ryan
Gary Muir
a wave swells, rises, peaks, and breaks
vanishing at a single tick of the longest hand
the next wave rises, and you forget that the first ever existed

a cloud forms, fattens, floats, and falls away
another cloud takes its place - the usual white, drifting mass
the moon continues to glow, unaffected

you are born, you grow, you love, and then you die
you and your wealth, your power, your reputation
when faced with eternity, you are nothing
but a wave in the ocean, a cloud in the sky
i do not need a savior
nor do you

there is no sacrifice to make
there is no glory to aspire to


& there is nothing admirable
about the way Jesus died

the fool never needed to
play the martyr

his death: insignificant,
the consolation: void

there is no Sin
no price to pay
Hear the symphony of the room you surround yourself with.
Have you already heard this song?

Sip your current State.
Do you like it?

How now a brown cow.
Are you even listening?

Pass your homework to the front of the class.
Were you daydreaming again?
I talk too much,
I'm gaining weight,
I bite my nails,
I'm always late.

I wear too much makeup,
No hourglass shape,
Don't have a tan,
and I procrastinate.

I have no money,
To my name,
Some say to change,
But I'll stay the same.

Although I turn things,
Upside down,
At least I smile,
More than frown.
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