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Greg Sep 2018
For one or two defeat is new
In modern times losing is few
and far between for soccer teams
or dancing leagues and oh
how we discourage participation
by offering these foul abominations
I absolutely hate participation trophys
Greg Oct 2018
You should not have made me
I will dissapear one day
And you will wonder why
But when you ask your friends
They won't know who I am
Because I never was
Greg Sep 2018
The end is a beginning.
turned onto it's head.
look in the mirror.
start over again.
Greg Sep 2018
Hollow silver tree
in the center of everywhere
what knowledge do you know?

you are the only thing I see
the only sight that shows
no matter how I run
this gap I never close

my company with no none
this existence is so meek
towards the Silver Tree
I waddle week by week
because nothing else I know
Greg Sep 2018
Hollow Silver Tree.
I am not a lone adventurer.

Here are more.
So many more.
There were more.

The Hollow Silver Tree isn't hollow
And no matter how I run
No matter what I scream
I will never get away
Ing
Greg Sep 2018
Ing
Walking.
Walking.
humming.
listening.
Hearing.
Looking.
Seeing.
b­leeding.
rotting.
Following.
Turning.
Running.
Panicking.
Trippin­g.
Recovering.
Panicking.
Breathing.
Gagging.
Choking.
Writhing.
­

Checking
missing.
Panicking



Feeling.




P A N I C K I N G


shrieking.
missing.
Greg Oct 2018
Every day I see my neighbor
Running down the street
An older man who never stops
It's really quite the feat

But today I thought
Maybe he's not just running to be healthy
I think he might be running away from something.

Maybe in his age he's seen a war or two
Awful and scary
Traumatizing to the highest degree
So he runs from the memories
Of bloodsoaked swamps and boots
Or his friends without their heads.

Or possibly he seeks a goal
To rise to the peak
To impress his colleagues
Who rest in stagnant heaps
And be the best him he can see.
The man talked about in this people is real, he's about 80 and runs at least a 5k every morning. He's insane.
Greg Sep 2018
I don't know what to do
I think I've gone astray
Nowhere to leave
No one to see
I'm lonely and obscene
I don't know what to do
My spirit's gone away
Greg Oct 2018
Silence is a perfect voice
It embodies all languages
It speaks all truth and screams all lies
None know what sleeps inside
Silence is the perfect voice
Silence is perfect
Greg Sep 2018
A blue light woke me
piercing my iris
it told me to follow
but instinct said ignore it
against my better judgment
I chased the strange blue light
it grew so quickly
I was very bewildered
when I woke again
this time in my room
a specter whispering nonsense
noticed my arousal
it didn't move or make a sound
only looked into my eyeball
and thanks to that
I quickly passed back out

I woke again
to the blue light
it told me to follow
this time I ignored it
the strange blue light grew closer
so quickly it chased me
and gave me quite a shock
when it put a hand on my hip
and turned me rather slowly
and pushed me off the edge of
a bed frame made for giants
Greg Sep 2018
Who might know the answer? we don't know the question, and thus no one does.
If we don't know the question nor know the answer, then what are we asking?
This query is empty, so why keep it open?
What is the answer? Who knows the question?
Greg Sep 2018
Real life is
False.
Just like fools
Gold.
Worth nothing to
None.

Similar to the
Core.
Moving and changing
Fast.
Just like the
Wind.

I have no
Reason
To think I'm
Alive
If I feel
Dead

Just like the
Wind
Just like fool's
Gold
Worth nothing to
None
I think this 3-1-3-1-3-1 format might have some possibilities
Greg Sep 2018
My
mind
hurting
burning
pleading for retreat.

My
soul,
shrinking,
shrieking,
hungry for revenge.

Nothing helps.
nothing can please.
angry, wrathful
we will never be released.

— The End —