Darkness, Climbing, pulling void. Questions with no answers, Clawing at the soul. Nails ripping, Entering, Gripping, Crushing the heart. Fills the body. Tears, Strips the soul, Widening the hole Of doubt And emptiness. Possess the being. Darkness.
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Him
He is the sea and I am the shore. He flows as wild and free as the white-capped waves and I, as confined and unmoving as the stagnant land He is the sky and I am the earth. He soars as swiftly and unpredictably as the mischevious wind and I, as compact and caged asContinue reading “Him”
who
who will stop this eneding circle of joy and pain of love and brokenness of peace and chaos of life? who?
Why
why am i doing this torturing myself until i am brittle burning combusting all because i can’t stop.
Dead Poets Society
First there was the new kid Thoughtful, logical, and shy. He dreamt of a sweaty toothed madman His YAWP rang through the sky Next there was his roommate The passionate, dreaming Puck. He tried to live his dream, but His father kept him stuck Then there was the lover, Persistent, brave, and kind. He readContinue reading “Dead Poets Society”
Only
Never be young again Never grow old Never be here again Never be gone Never forgotten Only remembered
Pain
Pain In her eyes He cracks a joke She doesn’t hear He tells her to live She wants to die He dries her tears She buries her pain She left him But she will never leave him He buries his pain She dries his tears He wants to die She tells him to live HeContinue reading “Pain”
Alone
Dark night Long fall Cold slap Relief.
REFLECTION
I asked my reflection what his name was I wondered if he could see the way But he didn’t respond Just kept staring at the pond His mouth forming every word that I say I asked my reflection for an answer To the questions that I would never say But he didn’t respond His faceContinue reading “REFLECTION”
Owl
in the dark, soft feathers small head, large eyes turning who? who? and I sit, thinking who? this unending question of existence echoed by all of nature who? and as I sit I am submerged into the dark into the soft “who?” and when I come up I am alone but fulfilled peacefully contemplating who?
Veritas 