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Grant Horst Dec 2014
A cold season that brews cheer and a glacial wrath
Seeing children bundled up in the fluffy white blanket
Also playing and prancing all through the town
While the white widow weeps amidst the crowd

Everyone’s laughing and dancing around
All while my babies are taking a pound
Soon they will see once I gain more ground
The built up wrath of the frosty crown


As the weather worsens families stay inside
Sparking their fires staring outside, unaware of their demise
Sipping eggnog and cocoa, I will not be denied
Presents under the tree, I can almost hear their cries

*Every year every time they push me to the side
Not this time, for they will fear my devastating tide
My white raiders will ride all will run and hide
And succumb to the power of the great white bride
What if winter was a sentient being?
Grant Horst Dec 2014
What if there was another me?
Two sides of the same coin
Never destined to meet
Never able to see the other side
Someone who walks like me
Talks like me
Acts like me
But in a different place
What would I say if I ever met him?
Knowing me
I would probably just leave him be
Grant Horst Dec 2014
Rich fields of interest, yet to be harvested
The crop of my choice has yet to be planted
Looking inside I have an overabundance of diverse seeds
It’s up to me to plant a new one everyday
Sadly, not all grow to be a part of my world
Some ideas thrive and even drop unfamiliar fruit
Some are neglected to be trained, and soon wither
Each new seed is an experience, learning from the next
Finding new ways to grow is a tricky quest
The embodiment of my inner soul is my reflection in the natural world
And our physical body is the vessel on which we embark
Life is a journey to find the idea that will flourish
The idea that branches out and enhances all others
I’m just waiting for that one
One to change my world
One to willfully tend eternally
You can never harness them all, so take your pick
Our minds are delicate, choose what you want to grow wisely.
Grant Horst Dec 2014
Sorrows of a soggy painting
Here I am trying to cover the walls
That is stained with all the sorrows of yesterday
Looking back, sure I could’ve done things differently
But we went our own paths and I’m still indifferent
For you, I wanted to give the world
Now I’m here trying to erase the murals
That were once engraved with our smiles

Misery needs company but why me?
I’m just a lone wolf hunting for the chance to be free
I close my eyes and all I see is the fading glimpse of what we used to be

We were only two kids not a care in the world
Never one without the other, we needed each other
I would look in your eyes with you right back at mine
Beginning a new chapter not thinking about the time
Pure bliss engulfed my mind I felt so alive

But one night everything seemed to changed
You didn’t respond to my texts or my calls
Until it was too late you said “we need to talk”

Thinking about us but expecting the worst
I walked in the room and saw my heart on the table
Crushed and bruised, can this please be a fable?
I fell to my knees and couldn’t even breathe
Choked up on the idea of what we could be
Why, why did this happen to me?

Your perception of the bigger picture changed
Morphed into a brush caked with too many colors
In your new vision I was not part of the final piece
So you decided to let loose the agony of one painting
And prance along numerous pictures of those young and old
To feed your soul drowned in lust and desire
So deep you don’t know if you’re using the right tools anymore
I think my final picture is better without her, but I do miss the warmth of another
Grant Horst Dec 2014
Marvel            at the beauty the great sea provides
Unite               against the sick power which ensnares us
Teach              the evils that we don’t serve darkness
Indulge           in the sweet luxuries we've been deprived
Night              is when we strike, then take flight in the morn
Yawn              when it’s all over and set sail on our new life
I don't even know which direction we're heading anymore
Grant Horst Dec 2014
Being high just feels like a long sigh now
My cries of struggle have just become dry now
While the sly guy is flying way up in the sky now
Seeing all this success around me just fries my eyes now
I feel like not even trying like I should just die now
I'm so shy maybe I should dye myself into a spy now
The end is nigh as I reminisce it's almost my time now
You can try to deny but the hourglass is not so high now
Never really written a poem heavy with alliteration before, feedback much appreciated
Grant Horst Dec 2014
What happens when i'm trapped in my own state of mind
All these things i must decide comes down to do or die
Nothing will matter soon as time flies the situation multiplies
Now the light of hope has ceased to exist
Sitting around wondering why is now where I reside
Life is a prison we are locked inside
Death has the key to set us all free
Happiness lets us forget who we are
Allows us to sit by and gaze the stars
Pain reminds us that we are mortal
Emotions keep us from being normal
Struggle is the force we shall endure
To learn reality, and keep us in order
Thoughts are what keep us alive, even the bad ones too.
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