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Serpent King Dec 2019
Must I be bound to an endless loop of routines,
flavorless, meaningless, maddening repetition?
Can there be a way to break out,
be free, spontaneous, full of life?

I've tried my hardest, put in the time,
stared insanity in the face and kept my spirit,
yet I've seen nothing but roadblocks,
in the way of progression, in the way of my life.

I've been screaming into the oblivion,
but all I've heard back are whispers.
They insist that I give up, conform.
They want me to be like them. Dead.

I won't give up. I will be free.

And they will be sorry.
Serpent King Jan 2019
Today you've won,
You've claimed one that I hold dear,
You stand there, cloaked in black, scythe firmly in your grip,
Stained red.

You care not for fairness, for mercy,
You're an agent of the next life,
Indifference painted all over your face,
So cold.

You speak not, but your words echo loudly,
A flash of a knife across the night sky,
"Everyone has their time", but when is mine?
I'm alone.

But I don't fear you.
Serpent King Jan 2016
Today is a good day, the sky is a clear blue,
drifting away on the wind, a bright red feather can be seen,
and before my eyes, it transforms, such a beauty to behold,
for now before me is a gorgeous fiery phoenix, it's wings spread proud.

Today is a good day, the ground is soft on my bare feet,
gliding on the breeze, the phoenix speeds graciously past,
and before my eyes, it transforms, such a beauty to behold,
for now before me is a white-hot fire, burning with grace.

Today is a good day, the wind sings a blissful melody,
Fed, by the gust, the inferno burns forth,
and before my eyes, it transforms, such a beauty to behold,
for now before me is a single bright red feather, drifting away on the wind.
Serpent King May 2015
Right now as I sit,
I find my self surrounded by nothing,
No one is around, the room appears very empty,
But I know better.

Right now as I sit,
I can feel her creeping up on me,
The hairs on my neck are standing up on end,
She's near.

Right now as I sit,
I am beginning to shiver uncontrollably,
She's whispering barely audibly in my ear,

Right now as I sit,
I know I cannot help her, for I will lose myself,
She's a tempting force, revenge, but I mustn't cave,
I won't.
Serpent King Jan 2015
It was a cold winter day,
That started like any other,
Who could possibly know,
That this day would be stained red?

A man with evil in his heart,
Made dead who had given him life,
A mother's life cut short by spite,
Shots were fired.

A traveling to a place of learning,
Brought tragedy on the innocent youths,
Their families have scars that will never heal,
Shots were fired.

Bangs echoed through the hallways,
Two elder lives had already been ended,
Fear plagued the eyes of the children,
Shots were fired.

The man visited a room of many youths,
Cowering, trapped in the back of the room,
One survived, the room reeked of death.
Shots were fired.

A second room saw the attacker,
A brave hero gave her life to protect the children,
Still five children would meet their untimely ends,
Shots were fired.

Now recognizing the end,
The man took his own life through the barrel of his gun,
A disgraceful death, one wrought in hatred and disgust,
Shots were fired.

Five minutes were all it took,
The lives of many, many innocent people,
Ended violently and prematurely,
Shots were fired.
This poem is very, very late. I actually wrote it on December 15, 2012. The poem was lost, but today I found it!

Rest in peace Nancy Lanza, Dawn Hochsprung, Mary Sherlach, Rachel D'Avino, Lauren Rousseau, Anne Marie Murphy, Victoria Leigh Soto, Allison Wyatt, Ana Marquez-Greene, Avielle Richman, Benjamin Wheeler, Caroline Previdi, Catherine Hubbard, Charlotte Bacon, Chase Kowalski, Daniel Barden, Dylan Hockley, Emilie Parker, Grace Mcdonnell, Jack Pinto, James Mattioli, Jesse Lewis, Jessica Rekos, Josephine Gay, Madeleine Hsu, Noah Pozner, and Olivia Engel. My condolences to their families.
Serpent King Nov 2013
Come, he who seeks my disquiet,
Does it please you to see my total fury?
Must you enrage my soul, enflame my emotions?
You’ve awoken the volcano in me, and it writhes in waves of anger,
So be it.

Come, he who seeks my grief,
Does it give you satisfaction to see my despair?
Must you depress my heart, dampen my sentiments?
You’ve awoken the ocean in me, and it flows in waves of sadness,
So be it.

Come, he who seeks my insanity,
Does it comfort you to see my struggle?
Must you sever my mind, obliterate my senses?
You’ve awoken the cave in me, and it echoes in waves of madness.
So be it.
Serpent King Jul 2013
One day, oh one very happy day,
I will break out of this prison,
I will breathe freely and walk with purpose,
But that day, it is not today.

One day, oh one very happy day,
I will step into the world with grace,
I will live without looking over my shoulder,
But that day, it is not today.

One day, oh one very happy day,
I will leave all that ails me behind,
I will be me, not who everyone wants me to be,
But that day, it is not today.

That day is tomorrow.
Sorry for my absence guys, I've been too busy to write lately. Hopefully, I'll get more opportunities soon!
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