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Aug 2015 · 378
Untitled
Xanthic Aug 2015
Artworks are criminals
Incarcerated in frames
Visited by those who care
May 2015 · 351
Untitled
Xanthic May 2015
My hair was black
hers was brown
My smile was stubborn
hers is flabbergasting
My eyes were grayish smoke
her was ocean green
We shouldn't be together
but we are
She was twenty-three
and i was watching her
the thorns were bleeding my hands
but despite the pain
t'was a red and lascivious rose
she gazed as i held it tight
with a wee sneer she held my hand
it took all of me
but i gave it to her
and she smiled
i never realized that a smile could give such hope
until that day
our love is quite peculiar
enchanted, you might say
we held the world
and created reality as our own
we lived apart from all else
but, there's just something beyond our comprehension
time
time upheld us
it took cover at first
we felt so infinite
but it is clear that time is not our friend
time is just too unpredictable
too impalpable
that it surpassed us
nevertheless, not our love
our love outgrew time
it is something yet to be known
we grew
we aged
and we loved
until the end of our time
May 2015 · 308
Shattered
Xanthic May 2015
I stare at the mirror and see a broken reflection
Feigning again as she hid her shattered discombobulation
Despite her dampen eyes, nobody seemed to care about her
She seemed covert and invisible
I looked farther and see her smiling
She used to be beautiful, but now she's lying
Her shattered face has gone
She was now okay
I looked closer than the first time I did
And saw what she once terribly hid
An ocean of tears
A river of tears
It was too sad to look at
I can't take it
I can't dare to look any longer
Her eyes
Her broken red eyes
Her smile has melted
Like it never truly existed
She's far too gone
Waiting
Praying
For someone's hand
For someone's help
Or maybe
Just maybe
For her moment
Her death
I wrote this poem amidst my depression. I was truly lost that time. I forgot everything that mattered most to me, and I knew that I needed to let it out. And so I did through caging it to a bunch of words where it may somehow touch those who feel the same.
Nov 2014 · 319
A War that took a second
Xanthic Nov 2014
It was summer, and I was breathing heavily
I glanced to my left, and they were walking steadily
I gazed across my row, and apprise them in fear
They're getting closer, I can feel tension, they're near

I can feel the insipidness of each soldier
I can feel them getting bolder
I can feel how badly they want to win
As the smoke grows light and thin

We ran apace to the nearest tree to hide
I can feel my heart jumping , wanting to come out from my inside
Our condition was clear, we're going to die
I didn't know what to do, so I gazed to the sky

I prayed with all my heart
For my whole body was tearing apart
I breathe in and out
And then with all I am, I came out

I swiftly raced my gun to my chest
I walked forward, to pass the test
Flabbergasted, blood were flowing here and there
This is war! Our leader declared

This is the first and hopefully not my last war
I shoot constantly, to come afar
I reached a safe haven to rest awhile
As I watch some being shot even from a mile

I wondered of how I can survive
I wondered of how to keep myself alive
I wished to hide forever, but I prefer not to
For I'd rather die than to be called timid by you

I charged toward a combatant
Boom and blam, blood was flowing from me, it was patent
I was shot from behind, and i trembled in dread
I lay down to the meadows, like it was my bed

As I was about to die, I reminisced a thought
Is this war worth to be fought?
Back to my mom, she was smiling at me
She glared at me in awe, like she was glad with what she see

I was dying and smiling simultaneously
It was enough to fight, dangerously
I did enough, I guess
There's too much I did already, too much mess

I closed my eyes, and count to three
I talked to myself and me
Asking, if I did hid, would I live?
Is this war, worth my life to give?
Nov 2014 · 336
Reality
Xanthic Nov 2014
The green grass corroborates the cold
Making the atmosphere feel cold
Waiting for the trees to be mold
Waiting for the beguiling stories to be told

All of my frivolous dreams are thrown
As I search for the stupendous unknown
They, themselves live alone
But, they bring forth chills to your bone

You'll be bedazzled as they array
As they make your feet wander astray
You'll find yourself discombobulated in the bay
As you glare at them in awe as they dance ballet

But I apprise you, keep your feet close to the ground
Keep your ears focused to the mellifluous sound
Saying, the lost are soon the found
And one day He'll be releasing all who are in bound

Watch out for the wolves hiding under the moon
Watch out! They'll be howling soon
Inveigling you with an enchanting tune
So be aware, and be immune!

One step, two steps; they're near
They're in your vicinity, waiting until it's clear
They'll be gnashing their teeth near your ear
All because you're cavalier

Fear this most, "the trumpets shall once again blow"
And the question is, do you know where you'll go?
If not, then it's time for you to know,
Heaven is real, so is hell; are you going up or maybe low?
Nov 2014 · 279
Unseen Grace
Xanthic Nov 2014
There was a star
That bloomed so far
With a word it was born
And darkness was torn

They all sing for Him
Through light or even when it's dim
Hearing mellifluous voices
Now, is time to make our choices

His grace was unseen
Like the blue in the green
But, I know it is here
No need to prove or to clear

His grace was poured
And He became my Lord
For our sake, He died
On the ground, He lied

But once again He rose
Heading to where the righteous goes
He once declared, "One day I'll be returning."
Thus, we must keep our fire burning

Be still, He said
For I rose from the dead
Worthy is He
Who proved His love for me

I was no one
For I have none
But, He loved me for me
So that I could see

He opened my eyes
And freed me from my lies
How vast is His grace
That He'd let me seek His face?
This poem is a song made by me and my friend. You may find it...short or it may seem undone but it is actually done....because the His grace was unseen part...was actually the bridge..so you are supposed to come back to that part after the ending(That He'd let me seek His face?)..
Nov 2014 · 241
Faith
Xanthic Nov 2014
When the sun fade.
Fears were made.
And now my heart
Is tearing apart

But in my crust
There is trust.
A burning spark.
In the dark.

And i know this will end.
I dont need to pretend.
Light will come.
A minute or some.

Trust is the key.
Faith made through Thee
From heaven above.
He poured out love.

He's mercy rose!
From the tip of my nose.
I saw the light!
As it killed the night!

Glory to Your Name.
Praise with no shame!
Your face i long
In Your arms i belong.

In Your Name.
I will proclaim.
I am saved!
Through His grave!!

Your voice awakens me.
In the morning, i see
Another day to sail
In Your love, that doesn't fail!
Nov 2014 · 258
A Memory to Hold
Xanthic Nov 2014
The smooth air was blowing

I was smiling without me knowing

It was winter, and I was fascinated by the air

For it was something, no one could ever bear


I decided to wander on my own

And be one with the unknown

I traveled as far as I could

And farther than I would


I saw a tree down street

That casted me, with a fast heart beat

It was the tree I don’t want to see

But I was too far to bend a knee


The tree was a memory so beautiful it won’t fade

It was a memory where laughters were made

A memory made by me and the one I love

She was the best gift I received from above


We used to lean on the tree

We used to sail beyond the sea

She came close and held my hand

And together, we shall stand


But we were both a timid flyer

Dreaming high and higher

We share our dreams together

And I could have sworn we were built to last forever


We were running and laughing simultaneously

As we take the risk, and dream dangerously

She gazed at me in awe

Her smile was perfect, not even one flaw


I could have sworn that time

We were one like a rhyme

As we dance like there’s no tomorrow

And remove each one’s sorrow


I swear, for the first time, I became brave

That I was ready enough for a tidal wave

I was willing to fight for the one I met

The one who was as mysterious as a silhouette


She was blonde; my hair was black

Though we’re different, we didn’t look back

Because we knew each other to well

Thus, we were casted in a deep spell


October 28, 1948

A time where I was about to break the wait

I was ready to tell her how beautiful she was

As I hope to finally call ourselves an “us”


I was even ready to blush

As I feel my heart rush

She was everything to me

As my heart beat rapidly


Her eyes were electric blue

And those were the one who made me new

She was meant for me

Like a fish to a sea


I waited for a day

I didn’t let my eyes go astray

For I know she’ll come

In a minute or some


5 years passed and I’m still waiting

But now my heart starts hating

She left me with no goodbye

She left me crying with her lullaby


I was standing next to the tree

Until something caught my sight, something I see

A carving from the tree’s bark

Removing all the dark


The carving says, I love you

Under it were the words, and I still do

Beside it was hole with a note

Covered with dirt as its coat


The note says, I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye

But I can’t let you watch me die

Be happy as much as you can

We’ll meet again, though I don’t know when


These words I leave to you,

I solemnly say I love you

My life might be taken away

But my love for you will only grow day by day


As I read her note

Dressed with dirt as its coat

My love for her was awaken

It was only now that I know, she was taken


And now, this I leave to you

Our love was never gone, it surpassed the blue

I may not see her blue eyes anymore

But my love for her, shall only soar

— The End —