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Steven Sanchez Oct 2014
I am no longer the battlefield
The rapture is in my hands
I am the space between rain drops
I am the air, the sea, and land
I am the dragon that exhaled
The smoke to make the clouds
No longer do I dredge through sands
Adorned in burial shroud
I am time and I have created all that I see
Right now is forever
And with a blink I can erase history
As though yesterday was never

I am an illusion
All that is you claim to see
Is only there if you perceive it to be
But it isn’t there and nor are you
Becoming less aware
Only my sight can make you whole
You are not the flesh you wear
I was conceived inside a dream
I am the new creator
Creating dreams you cannot see
Because I am saving them for later

The rapture is in my child’s tears
Frozen in a broken heart
The softest and most fragile things
Can tear my inner worlds apart
There is still life here in still-life
When we wake, the sand turns into stone again
The flame’s becoming cold again
And you cannot breathe under water
Only because you don’t believe you can
I am eternal and I have found home
Where each second lasts for hours
And forever never counts past one
Time ticks in the bloom of a flower
Learn to measure life by moments
Not by dollars or by minutes
When life begins at every breath
The past becomes irrelevant.
This is an excerpt from "The Acid Oasis: The Journal of Adrian Blackraven" by Steven Sanchez.
Steven Sanchez Jan 2015
She’s a monstrosity
A fire in my sky
More now than she used to be
All my rivers running dry
Defying gravity although
She claims to have created
I am the earth and she… Is all I never knew I hated
In my head, a crescendo
“Shut up, shut down, take a seat, not a sound”
Trying to make myself just
Shut up, shut out, and take my place under the ground
This summer started like a poison
Seeping slowly as I let it take control
A tiny pill and one small breath
Is all it took to swallow me whole
It started like a drum,
A quiet pounding in my chest
A steady tempo as I gasp
To take each shallow breath
It started like a storm and heavy throbbing in my brain
Taste metal on my tongue
With every drop of acid rain
It crashed inside me like a virus,
A nightmare under sedation
And from me took my voice,
Eyes in and out of focus
Losing myself, I feel the change
Her smile pulls me back,
But still the pain remains
Losing myself, learning how to hate
Myself… letting go of my restraint
Cut the noose that holds me up
Freedom is just a fall away
Keep cutting because now I know
That I cannot make her stay
This summer began in flames,
A fire to light the dark
It will all end in rain,
A flood to drown my heart
There is no escape; I’ve no place to run
The fire now cowers behind dark clouds
My life to come undone
When did forever end?
How was it that I missed the boat?
The sky is falling fast and I cannot keep the sun afloat.
This is an excerpt from "The Acid Oasis: The Journal of Adrian Blackraven" by Steven Sanchez.

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