This silence is deafening.
Endless rows
consecutive and parallel
with infinite gloom.
Time stretches.
Attention spans drop like flies.
Body counts rise
as heads fall
on desks

What a beautiful
Terrible feeling
Washed over me
The day I discovered
I can do anything

Where to draw
The line between
Confidence
And arrogance
Humility is so much
Simpler
A healthy self-doubt
Keeps the heart
In check

The day had come
I looked down
At myself
The body I left
Peaceful
Unlike the spirit
Standing above
Anxious
Nervous
A soft, warm hand
On my shoulder
"Don't worry,"
She said
Her voice light and assuring
"You've done so well
With what little you had
I'm very proud of you."
Then Death took my hand
And we walked
To that beautiful place
At world's
End.

It's late in the night
She wants to go for a walk
So she does. The end.

I wrote a poem
about my feelings for you,
words cannot describe.

You and I
Are like an
Economic ideal:
Perfect in theory,
But in practice
Doomed to fail
Due to that inevitable
Human element.

Here in my fortress
I gaze at the peaceful world
Through bulletproof glass.

Just so you know
Your air of nonchalance
That calm shell
You keep over
Your true emotions
Makes me want to jump
Out of a ******* window

These moments
of adolescent joy
and honest compassion
are fleeting.
Savor their presence.
Cherish their memories
and hold strong
for they are the rare fruit
of that elusive truth
that love is real.

***** wanna battle?
I will HM01 you.
Don't even try me.

This place is a vacuum.
Empty.
Void.
Physical compulsions to embrace
Nothing but air.
Memory teases,
Mocks,
Tortures
The senses.
I feel,
But can't touch.
Will alone
cannot make you real.

You are my Phantom.

I could scream all day
In my cage
Shouting all my questions
And curses
Behind sound-proof glass
My mind is a prison
That I built for myself
And this is a jailbreak

Oh, how infinitely small
And trivial I am
A single atom
A speck of dust
Within the cosmos
Vast and endless
Strange, how such powerlessness
Can be so empowering

Oh, that I were a stranger...
My name lost even to myself.
A filthy canvas of offense
And regret
Wiped clean;
All ties cut.
All debts paid
Or rather, unmade.
Nothing left but a shell,
An empty vessel
To be filled anew.
The earth would be all the better
Oh, that I were a stranger.

Human perfection is a lie.
We are animals.
Hatred and greed,
our instincts.
To love
is to evolve.

Out there,
nature plays;
the wind blows,
the tree grows,
free.
Concentration,
civilization,
obligation
seem trivial.
The only purpose
is continued existence
to thrive
from its
divine
creation.

So falls the night again in this small room,
That light of heart and joys cannot be found;
And darkness fills this place with utter gloom,
For you have left this place without a sound.
You are my sun, forced down the sky to set.
The moon, it mocks your presence with false light,
So that my need for your warmth not be met.
It smiles that cold white grin all through the night.
Yet now I smile right back into the skies,
For I am sure that soon the dawn will break.
And then, my beautiful sun, you’ll once more rise
To light my life again for our love’s sake.
Until that time, in dreams I’ll confide
To be with you, and stand by your side.

Thoughtful solitude.
Meaningful companionship.
Know yourself.
Love someone.
Look within.
Reach out.
Think.
Feel.
The constant war
of Mind and Heart