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BEK Feb 26
Hearts will shiver
Souls will howl
They will mourn for the gentle eyes
That promised love

They will only find this
Cold cellar of darkness

Not a whisper of joy
Only the echo of melancholy
A dark
And lonely grave
BEK Feb 20
Let me sink like a smooth river stone
An illusion of solid and smooth perfection
Yet a mere chunk of matter
The result of many falls and stumbles
Years of immersion at the surface
Of a relentless and powerful stream

Displace every bit of oxygen within me
Fill my body with water
Suffocate every bit of my existence
Intoxicate every ounce of red fluid with acid
Until this burden that beats within me is defeated
The invasion that frees my soul
BEK Dec 2018
A gentle smile to shroud this lightning
My face must never forebode
This pounding thunder within my soul
While my heart is lost in melancholy eyes
BEK Nov 2018
She called me 'sunshine'
For a moment, even I was duped
The illusion of warmth filled me

But she was a liar
Or a stranger
I have yet to determine which

I am not the light that the moon reflects
I am the darkness that surrounds it
I am the darkness
BEK Nov 2018
I was like a third grader on Show and Tell day with a boring rock collection
Although it took me years to create
And much resiliency through countless voyages
I had no intention of having it on display

But you were there
A rare and unique beauty
For you, my show went on and on
I displayed parts of me, piece by piece, by piece
Hiding nothing away

"This is from the time I sat on the beach and let the waves form me."
"This is from the time I was boiling hot and shot out of the earth."
You politely asked questions at first
An "ooh" and "ah" here and there
You're kind in that way

"This is from the time I surrounded myself with lots of other broken rocks for far too long."
"These are my remains from the time I jumped off a cliff."
I forgot to practice good showmanship
Leave them wanting more
I thought, maybe if I go on, you'll stay

"This is from the time I was under enormous heat and pressure."
"This is from the time I stumbled down a gigantic mountain."
I was consumed by the hope of captivating you
Maybe there was at least one noticeable rock in my bucket
Or perhaps a chance that I have quite an impressive array

I regained my senses
The clouds of hope that had muddled my view had now cleared
I noticed I ran out of "cool" rocks
Or maybe I never had any
I realized that I lost your attention long ago anyway

You were preoccupied with thinking about how cool the magician that came before me was
I thought, "Pleh, how cool is creating illusions and disappearing just to reappear in a box somewhere in another room or making you jump through flaming hoops?"
Or maybe you were anxiously awaiting the Show and Tell Grand Finale
The kid with the adorable puppy
I guess I really can't say

I decided to end my show with a bucket full of unseen rocks
I walked back to my desk shoulders slouched
Head slumped, level with the creaky old floor
I made a wish for the magician to return to thrill you with endless spellbinding tricks
Or maybe you'd be able to go home with the kid with the puppy
How cool is geology anyway?
BEK Nov 2018
There's something incredibly southing about taking in this frigid air
Its chill flows through me
Dispelling the tired leaves of a long sweltering season
I'm left bare
An opportunity to appreciate the strength of my roots
Admire my branches
Though they be crooked, brimming with knots, and countless broken branches
Will I survive this time of reflection and blossom in time for Spring
Or cower in fear of yet another snapped limb
BEK Nov 2018
I always preferred the night
The darkness over the light
Yet I'm full of grief over the setting sun and all its might

So, I'll bury my body into this bed
My teeth aching from dread
My hands burdened with the weight of this heavy head

Until there is no trace of this sorrowful sunlight
Only the darkness adorned with graceful starlight
Then the moon will illuminate my soul and carry me into this night

— The End —