"griefed" poems
For what attracts us to the scarlet ribbon?
As they crash upon the blood stained floor?
For thou wilt struck thine enemy
Vile and desecrated
Laced in low
To rise atop the jet black stair
and to live alive forevermore
Raining down from the darkened skies
Is beauty beyond beauty beyond shining
Down from the fisherman’s sky is indifference
Vile and desecrated
To be a living hell
To rise atop the jet black stair
and to how one can ever tell
For what attracts us to the scarlet ribbon?
As they fly from metal cold and lifeless
Lift me up above thine enemy
Anguished and griefed
Craft is the plague
To rise atop the jet black stair
and again to how one can ever tell
Falling sick upon a collapsed journey
Is my love, for where art thou?
Fallen to thine enemy?
You promised
You promised
but how can one truly ever tell?
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
What I remember are many things.
Some are good, others aren't.
One day I don't remember anything at all.
I think, do, feel different.
The following day, there are these waves.
Waves of another person.
And then I remember something
What I remember is nothing good.
What I remember is my own life.
My life with joy.
My life full of grief, often made so by myself.
Sometimes I hurted others and later that day, griefed about what happened.
Not knowing how to make the change, my life past by.
My life where it was all different.
Different from others, different from the rest, other than myself.
A new opportunity is what I want.
Unfortunately to want is never to get. To want is to fight for it.
I can no longer fight, I can not fight any longer.
I keep wandering with my thoughts.
Thoughts about my past, all that I remember.
I'm trying to find another way.
I forget my memories, until I can no longer find them.
Then I walk away, away from my memories and my previous life.
I walk different this time, a very different way.
I walk the way of my future.
The future, the future is where I would fight.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC