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 Jun 2014 WJ Niemand
Daria
Despair
 Jun 2014 WJ Niemand
Daria
You could have told me to get dressed
it didn't matter if I was a mess
That evil one could do her harm
you should have said, I would have run

Instead you stupid hopeless fool
we sat here in the dreaded gloom
and while we sat, she died from pain
the pain that came to strike again

the next time you would need some help
i will just sit here deeply calm
and even when you yell for help
i wouldn't even call my mom

This tingly, hot red feeling that I feel
Could be only true for you
there is no seal; i broke it all
and all your faults will fall on you.
There were some Mountains.
Storms raged.
Stone split.
Time wore on.
And there great heights,
were reduced to tiny Grains.
Millions of tiny Grains.
Heat and air.
And then Glass.
So much beauty.
From such beauty as before it.
And in reflection of the beauty it is gifted to.
You.
 Jun 2014 WJ Niemand
CJ Hattingh
Madness stricken they left me here
to rot in my own sanity
a lost soul
burdened to dwell within the halls
of my broken mind

this is my cross to bare
and none shall ever know
on the outside I'm just myself
but inside I died long ago.
 Jun 2014 WJ Niemand
CJ Hattingh
I am Death
We all are
We are the ones for whom the bells toll

What comes next?

Darkness
or
Soul
"The King's not I," declared the emperor.
And then he told them this:

Weak, ashamed and cowering
I wept for fear of time,
As I watched molasses passing
And the masses caught in line

Alas, a strong man knocked me hard
And it rattled in my head:
Was I perhaps the foolish one
shaking in their footsteps?

I tossed and turned and ever I yearned
to enlighten myself where I could

My knowledge was further
My presence much larger
My advice was the wiser
A beacon I was
for those with the urge
from way down below
to follow my road
and rise higher.

But even those were blown away
when I straightened my back that fateful day.
The crowds were small
As I stood up tall
Up
and
Up

Above them all.

And my superiority
Was finalized
As they robed me and adorned me
With a crown to fit my pedestal
As I did deserve such things.

But they do not call me king
For kings are gods above men
Me: I am the Emperor
A god above the kings.
I find the word emperor rather empowering, so I thought I'd side it next to king, which is majestic but just not quite the same to me.

— The End —