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Xnarf 2d
It’s starting. I feel the taps.
I glance over my shoulder. No one there.
In my mind? “Hey chum, got time to spare?”
Time slipped and left the dreadful gaps.

“Hey chum, care to wake up?”
Reality calls. Eyes on us. “Help me out here?”
“Sorry chum, nothing but void.” A nervous tear.
Get up and pour some coffee in that cup.

Dear mind, we need to talk.
“Cease your violent tapping, leave me be!”
Eerily quiet, but the shadows glee.
Dim lights. Senses rest during a late night walk.

Hopeful dawn. Tell me a story, my friend.
“Look at you, chum! Paying attention!” Rising stress.
His lips move, his words roll. Tap tap. “Mind, please continue to process!”
A fleeting tale, instantly lost. I was there for you, yet absent.  

A mind deep as the universe, yet without gravity.
During daylight, always beckoned by fantasy.
My thoughts fade away, my memory fails. I swear it’s not apathy.
I try not to drift. Please bear with me, for your love is my necessity.
Sometimes, however blank the stare may be - so restless the mind can be.
These are the inner conversations that take place and the sudden realization of reality which ensues.
I wonder how many may relate?
Xnarf May 30
A primordial spark beckons consciousness to forge its way
Sensations so vivid breathing color into his gray
The spiral of change leading into ascendance of the prey
He welcomes this radiant spectrum of life to stay

Paths collide and intertwine
Follow and he swears to make you shine
Aiming for the peak where only gods dine
At grandeur’s frontier, shadows and doubts quietly align

Within his mind, a battle of virtue and vice, always in clash
Glimpses of what should be sheer happiness pass in a flash
Too occupied with the violence, the world offered him more than any hoard of cash
Help him find a way to let his weary mind refresh

It seems he wrote of this tale a hundred times before
No less expected of a man bruised at his core
He coaxes life for a dance once more
Haunted by his own ghost, he’ll never be alone on the dancefloor

Countless quests, yet the golden apple remains out of sight
Dwelling in the lust for that which brings naught but blight
He could be crowned in gold, raised to a dazzling height
He could be a rich man, if only he’d learn what is worth the fight
Xnarf May 26
An outreached hand to the depths of despair
A foreign warmth to thaw the frozen stare
The slumber breaks, the recluse now aware
You are there

Like moth to flame, a worship in bloom
Fixated. Yearning for your time to consume
All the darkness faded, that was to presume
Were it not for the demons that invaded the room

Stars aligned, brought within proximity
Hearts conspired, connected by affinity
Wired to your soul, craving for continuity
Golden opportunity squandered by insecurity

When the demons resort to intimidation
How can a fragile soul combat such confrontation?
High and mighty, they spoke of salvation
Here I crumbled in the wake of their devastation

All those nights awake, body numb, ever so tired
Endlessly looping what fate had conspired
Wishing for the strength that the moment required
All hopes and dreams once again expired

Forgotten, left to bleed along with time
Escaping the depths, an excruciating climb
Emerged, it’s clear that your path became sublime
Demons, for her sake I thank your crime

As the world was left to burn
You danced without concern
The void still whispers, aching to return
But memory arms me well to spurn

What might've been keeps me obsessing
I'd swear it's different now, but I'm just guessing
All I know is, though it's distressing
This curse of mine was your blessing.
And after all this time,
Im sorry.
Xnarf Feb 6
A rupture in silence, stolen peace
Uninviting brightness signalling my release
Unshackled, torn from where I lay
Involuntarily I enter the fray

I present thou my mere body and soul
Unbeknownst this presence shall take its toll
Overwhelmingly consumed, sworn to cherish
Inevitably destined to once again perish

Carve the canvas, paint the way
Defiant to thy bidding, led astray
Cast adrift where echoes wane
Cursed to orbit fear and pain

Wounded and struggling to retrace
Attempts to rekindle, efforts to replace
Futility lies beneath the dark glare of despair
One shall not walk this dreadful path, I swear

The forsaken now seek to guide
Where many had fallen and tried
The adept stand as stronghold where one should falter
A last and valiant attempt for fate to alter

Inexorable strife lurking from the uncharted rift
Once more, my soul I lay as gift
In brittle armor I stand before thee, ghost
And plead to take me off this tarnished coast

Sink where time no longer weighs
Fade into the quiet haze
As the echoes draw a conclusion to the trail of shattered stone
In the moment of reckoning all will be reduced to dust and bone

Now the echoes draw their final breath
All is dust, yet what defines death?
This is the first poem I ever wrote. I present you my soul.

— The End —