It's just like life
to regret time,
Trying to find your true state of mind
for strength and comfort.
Watered eyes aren't misspent
When spent lingering on a thought,
-
Like,
that moment where you feel,
the cold of nights breath,
riding in through your window
on a chariot of stars and wintered clouds.
-
She'll find in her a soul,
the power in solitude
Her soul stands like a crucible.
Because of fear...
She'll never feel hungry,
never feel the lack of sleep,
never feel the loss of trust, because she never gives it.
She'll never die with company by her side,
comfortably.
-
Rebirth is a time for you to grow,
It isn't so corporeal at all,
Rebirth is a time to make certain everything that is understood.
A vigilance that comes with being free.
I think I have come to understand that
'woman' means strength,
Especially with brotherhood nonexistent.
-
Don't allow yourself to fall victim,
Missing a ship because of poisonous hesitation.
You've an appetite for bedroom action,
Don't throw the golden key away
Don't suffer for your regrets,
Don't disconnect an electric friendship.

N.H.

"Imagine a body of water."
She said,
"Now imagine a cup."
...
"The body of water is how you see love."
She followed,
"And the cup is how you see ***."
-
"*******."
I thought.
While I imagined a ferocious storm in the middle of a violent ocean,
And a plain, red, plastic cup.
-
A body of water is a body of water,
And a cup is a ******** cup.

N.H.

Have you seen it?
This seething,
teeming mass of maggots.
Climbing and crawling,
calling and clawing.
Just to try and reach the top,
Of some disgusting
worthless
pyramid.
To become king,
King of the filth
-
So herd-like
So insect-like
-
Like a putrid swarm
of approval seeking locusts.
Eating, using
Owning and destroying
Everything they can find.|
-
A virus
A parasite
Clinging desperately to a dying host.
-
These ancient sand-cultists
would have us die here
Starving, thirsty and cold.
But with
unification
and
order
We could set our sights
upon the stars.

N.H.

People,
prone as they may be
to the horrors of man,
are also gifted.
Gifted with the beauty of understanding,
the wonders of science, and the euphoria of awe.
We are no longer as incapable as firstborn man,
nor crawling like feudal kings.
Past now are the days of our stumbling industrial revolution.
Ascended,
we are now at full stride,
hopping and stepping forward
on the verge of a sprint.

Amazing us
with mind-blowing inventions
everyday.
Injections that provide oxygen synthesis, prolonged life without lungs.
The mystery of DNA storage on the verge of being unraveled.
The discovery of the god particle,
among countless others.
Today and now
Right now,
is the *******
of modern man with his eyes on the stars.
And it should very well restore even a little faith
in those that ever held a portion of doubt.
The future is bright.

N.H.

I can feel that Autumn inside me,
undying.
I feel the fluttering warmth within,
it reminds me of the campfire we had.
Perhaps the biggest and best fire I’d ever seen.
You could smell the ocean on the air,
laced with the bellowing smoke rising skyward in the night air.
The laughter and smiles that surrounded us.
Love,
family,
a bright future
and youth.
We were tinder and sparks,
I remember you
gripping your wine glass
shooting me with a cheeky smile,
I remember sitting
in the glow of the fire
and feeling content.

N.H.

These dreams, twisted dreams.
It begins as i’m living through an every-day,
mundane situation.
But suddenly,
abruptly
the dream forcefully collapses into a
traumatizing,
and uncontrollable horror.
Usually I am left with a complete lack of motor function,
helpless,
paralyzed.
-
The worst thing about it
is that even after waking,
I still experience this dreadful dreamworld
creeping into my waking life.
It seems as though every time I awake
from one of these torturous sessions,
several phantoms from my subconscious
surround my bed,
grasping onto my reality for longer
and longer each time.
Each time with greater desperation
before they fade away.
leaving as quickly as they came,
as I am left to lie
swimming in dread
through the dead of the night.

N.H.

I waited so long,
Eventually I got sick
I got sick of talking to myself.
I got sick of waiting,
I got sick of missing her.
I just started getting angry instead.
Angry.
Angry at myself
Angry for thinking
"she was so important."
Angry at her
for transforming
so
quickly
transforming into something
so unlike the
‘real'
her
that I had grown to love.
-
I wondered if i’d ever really met the
‘real’
her.
-
Friendship like a tree,
needs watering,
and she left me in drought.
Without apology,
without any sign of remorse or regret.
-
She
just
left.

N.H.

Friends,
like seasons
come and go,
-
lovers
die.
-
children
learn to resent.
-
brotherhoods
become nemesis.
-
I made best friends with that voice in my head.
I am always there
for
myself.

N.H.

The truth is,
that I think I gave up a long time ago.
I think a lot of us do,
we give up on that
‘dream’
you know.
That warm, glowing idea
The idea we have for what our future will be like.
You have this wonderful charlie in the chocolate factory adventure,
filled with an immense lord-of-the-rings turmoil.
A struggle
in which you somehow fight all of your fears.
Surpass all your human weakness and rise anew
like a phoenix from the ashes.
You rescue that helpless little princess
and you live forever in nursery rhymes.
-
I suppose I realized this lie,
that’s when I suppose I started
drinking,
*******,
killing
everything in sight.
I was angry.
And I still am.

N.H.

A prayer to the stars,
-
Please give me the power
to stand my ground
and render any room
a fortress impregnable.
-
Please bless me with the vitality and growth
for that I can forever evolve and adapt,
never stagnant.
But dynamic,
like the raging storm.
-
Please give me the courage,
fuel and focus
for the beast within me.
-
So that I may one day headfirst
into the blindly darkened corridors
of all the challenges I must survive.
-
Let me not have fear,
but allow me to be that which all others fear.
-
Let it be that when it comes time
to walk my darkest tunnel,
the only being within that tunnel
worthy of fear
is
me.

N.H.