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Alex Courrier Feb 2016
Oxygen has this way to let us live and let us die
Generous enough to give us our first breathe
But cruel enough to give it to another
Who in time will cause nothing but harm.

Combining with the pollution that surrounds the gases
It breaks us down into opinions that are neither right nor wrong
We battle each other while we ignore its silent laughter
Tearing at each others throats as if to break the windpipe

Sirens wail over hills touching even the lands covered in shadows
While cruel beasts stay dependent on the invisible
The sound waves soar between signs upon the motorways
While the taste on your tongue torments the oxygen that it swallows

Going, leaving, left, the pupils dilate to such a degree
That they nearly reach the size of its lids
We see it as a mother, a nurturer, a monster
And the world has given it the ticket to our lives.
Alex Courrier Feb 2016
Drip, drip, drops the wax on the candlestick
As it sits upon the moss covered bridge
There to show the way to the other side
We seek its comfort, its warm embrace
The orange light shines in the dark of night
We stand there listening for the problems in the wind
But we stand back to back, always together
Never knowing the other is there
We just feel the comfort of the burning candle
As it pushes us through our lives
Alex Courrier Feb 2016
As I wonder how I can move
Faster then any other animal
Lost inside my mind
The doors just lead to cobwebbed places all the time
Where matter doesn't matter in anyway

When a boy dreams of traveling to space
He thinks of impossibilities
Life left in the past
And nothing but stars for him to grasp

The entire world watches as he flies
Left all of whom he loves behind
This step, this leap
Makes me think of how he’ll be lonely

Just one of the masses,
I stand there, thinking
I hope you reach your destination
As I watch him
Shoot across the sky.
Alex Courrier Nov 2015
This purpose I seek
Continues to elude me
All I can hear is the words
From foreign mouths
Compliments, accomplishments
But still satisfaction is far from close

Goals tossed aside
Like flood damaged novels
Except for one
Dusty, old, and unachieved
One from my childhood
Tucked away for safe keeping
Inside the hidden nook of my mind

One day, I will find a person
A person whose mind reacts
Perfectly with mine

So my journey begins anew,
But misleading pursuits led me
Far from where I needed to venture
Years it’s been, but I found a new path
One that I thought would lead me
To a delicate spring, peaceful and joyous
I still don’t know if this path is the right one
However, I continue with my hopes held high

10 miles in, now I see it
The path, it’s blocked
Preventing any passage lays a gate
Constructed fairly recently, but solid
Solid as stone and no way around it
I could turn back, choose another path
But the image of the spring is so near
My faith cannot falter
And so I wait

Sitting on the stairs leading to the gate
Listening for the chains to move
Lifting this portcullis
But what if I wait to long?
What if another arrives?
No, I must not question
I must find my use
So I continue to wait
Hoping that for once
I can continue on my journey
And for once
I can stay
Happy.

Right?
Alex Courrier Jul 2015
Despite my efforts,
I burnt the cookies.

Ate them anyway.
Alex Courrier Jun 2015
A tired old man groans
As he hand you some
Asian culture cuisine.

Riddled with spices
It tickles the little thing in the back of your throat
As you swallow the substance.

Face now flushed
Like a cluster of fire ants crawling on the hill
Calling it their home.

Home?
Where was it?
Your memory slips.

Glee storms the man’s face
As he studies your expression.

“Seems like you can’t handle such a simple thing."

Clouding your judgement, you bite your tongue
In desperate attempt to knock back the sense
That gone up and left.

However
It fails.

Numb as the lightbulbs turn into bottle-cap suns
Concealing sight
With the light that it shares.

Count as your heart stops
With eyes bloodshot
His crafted words echo
In your failing ears.
Alex Courrier Mar 2015
void draw()
{
    background(255);  
    fill(0,255,0);
    text("What­'s up?", 10, 25);
    
    fill(255,0,0);
    //text("Awful. Please I need someone. Anyone.", 10, 75);
    text("I'm fine", 10, 75);
    loop();
}
Wanted to try a completely different format. I wrote it like I would write in java with the Processing app. It is pretty much a code poem.
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