"througout" poems
The night is beautiful.
You know when you look at someone and you see the dark beauty inside them,
You don't see the
Gloomy
Dark
Sad
Depressed.
You see the sparks of light througout their darkness.
Just
Like
Stars.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 6:09 AM UTC
Silence fills my ears
Silence fills my head
Silence fills my entire being
But I'm constantly drawn to it
It consumes me
Although it's not the silence itself
It's what lies within it
Im being pulled into the darkness that comes along with the peircing silence
Whatever is lurking througout the darkness and the silence is luring me in
But the darkness slowly starts to become one with me
The silnce slowly fades away as the dark over powers it
Soon enough the beautiful silence is gone and all I am left with is the darkness that will soon over power me as well
But I soon realize that there was never any silcence, only darkness
And the darkness was me.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
4/7/14
Lazily shifting through the internet on a moon milk rain day. I come across a video that relentlessly grips my attention. A man in front of a webcam holding an ice cream dream drum stick and a pocket acetylene torch. Througout the rest of this sequence the man I am watching stares into the camera without blinking, smiling, breathing, or speaking. He ignites the torch in his left hand and uses it to light the tip of the dreamy ice cream. The ice cream remains lit as a cigar. Remaining steadfast in his ridgid posture, he passes the lit cone to his dog. His dog is a female chocolate lab named Gurny of Galil-Bruce-Lee. She holds it in her mouth, but refuses to inhale. Although she does not desire to smoke this treat, she is extremely appreciative of her partner's gesture. After savouring the smokey tastey of the cone for a few minutes. She ashes it out what I think is my knee cap because it is now missing, but to me that matters least. I must see what happens. Doctors can't help me anyway. Gurny reaches into her apparently existant pockets and pulls out the cutest pair of reading glasses for dogs. She slowly approaches a desk to the right of her owner. Quickly sitting down and pulling out paper work and pens. A subtitled bark emits from her mouth that reads "Cray, where is your W-2?" The man doesn't break form. With a long sigh, Gurny shifts through the desk until she finds the paper. After flicking on an old radio, she proceeds to do his taxes, but not using an EZ form. Gurny turns to the camera and mentions that this is how a dog should thank their owner. Gurny does all the math, paper work, and double checks her math before pulling out her check book and paying what he owes to the government. My vision is fading, I'm losing too much blood. I have to hold out. This man must break before me. I will defeat him. I will have Gurny's love. But in all truth, I have nothing. Not even knees for you to make weak. I am what I have and always been. Darkness encroaching in my sight. Give in. He can't see, nor can the rest of world. I tell you what, it really isn't as cold as you think it will be.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC