Back to GrayStorm clouds rolling in.My treacherous mood returns,As the room darkens.
ProvidenceA lone feather,Caught in a warm summer draft.Where will it lead me?
Incidentialsole morning glory,loops itself through the brass gate,and into mine heart.
Reflection PoolWhy will nothing hideThe jumbled distorted truthsI've come to despise?
SeashellsI feel as ifWe are two seashellsOne darkOne lightThat Fate tossed togetherOn the seashore of life
Too LateGolden sun drops low,As shadows begin to fade.I couldn't find you.
Moonlit ReflectionsThe moonlight beams upon the clouds tonightAmongst the shapes, I see the bison strongMy mind recalls this creature's bulky mightThe billow vanishes before too longCompelled to scream my words of poetryTo any open mind or willing earMy voice with fury vents my miseryAnd still the world ignores my presence hereThe bison once again do I beholdAnd do they thunder fast across the plainsIn sorrow wonder I what would unfoldShould I decide to join in their refrainAmong the multitudes, I have no placeAnd all I know is melancholy's grace.
OneI can remember exactly when i first met you.The slight crease in your face as you smiled.If one thing could say something, then that did.I can remember everything.You shaped me. Made me.We grew into each other. We fell apart with each other.I cannot remember anything without you.I can remember exactly when we first kissed.The way your lips felt soft and curious, against mine.If one thing could say something, then that did.I'd live a million miles away.Another life and world away, with you.If I know what love is, it is because of you.
Broken WordsI am nothing butA crippled heartAnd broken words,Lost forever inA dark empty room.
She smells like flowersThe young boy just wanted to hold her tight As he felt her amber hair flutter about in the breeze Looks scattered timidly, unrestrained heartbeats faded away This young adventurer finally found the fragrance he'd die for. Putrid seas of despair became Twilight's holdings Here comes victorious Dawn, hammering her flowered flag into The possessed boy's skull. This new Freedom he was blessed, Kept running through his mind as if he has lived thousands of lives.He craved her all night long, a fellow bottle in hand Waiting made his night last longer than eternal Oblivion Howling as a lost soul, until he smells her again, Beautiful hangover.The shy boy was reeked of youth's insouciance, On his fresh field
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once againI let my memories guide my lost steps,Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.As I walk along the quay,I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:She's dying by the street lamps' handsWhile the whole city asphyxiates. Reflecting my own lack of humanityOver the river's lighted surface,Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.Once again, on this breathtaking night,My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave My musical drug, my remaining salvation,Spreading a sweet poison within me andEroding the remaining happiness I still have.I plug my headphones...A grin of relief appears on my weary face,I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.These notes of violin split the immutable silence, Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
college has me worriedI sink. The world slides by.
The meaning of LoveTo love is like heaven,filled with light at the end of the tunnel.A bright sweet feeling,that is for the two of us to share.To love is like compassion,that we share forever.To love and always be loved,is the best treasure of all.To love is like a rose,so delicate and precious,To love is like a garden,of wonderful feelings for us to grow.To love is like infinity,cause there is never too much to give.But to love for me is like,being with that special person.And to love someone,is being with that specific person,and in my life that person,is You always and Forever.
For YouI don’t know how many wordsI’ve put into poems.Or how many conversationsI’ve had in my head.They’re all directed right at youThough we’ve not met.Maybe once we finally meetI’ll haul them out.Show you the lines of my heartThere on paper.And if we never actually meetThey’re all I’ll have.A life that could have been livedCharted in ink.
Your NameI wish I knew your name.The taste of itUpon my lips.The sound of itOn my breath.The feel of itIn my skin.I wish I knew your name.Could hold onto itSavor its warmth.Could shout it upInto the skies.Could sleep with itSafe in my arms.I wish I knew your name.
Whistle: A True Short StoryThree years ago, while my sister was walking home, something very strange--and disturbing--took place. Before I jump ahead of myself, however, I'm going to explain a few things.We were 12 years old at the time, out in the suburbs of Illinois. Autumn had come, making everything brisk, and foliage and rooftops turn the color of fire. We lived not too far from our elementary and junior high school, which looked something like those little red schoolhouses you see in old films. Our apartment had three floors, and the only other person we lived with was my father. We'd moved in after my mother and father divorced. Neat little shrubs and hedges surrounded our complex. The park was only a walk away. Sometimes, we'd go there to play with friends. Our area wasn't heavily populated, and very quiet and clean. Our neighbors were mainly elderly folks, who would sometimes make small talk with my father.Hardly anything out of the ordinary happened--all was well and good.Now, before you assume abso
When Death Cheats You WARNING: This contains strong language and violence. Viewer digression is advised. Read at your own risk. Everyone knows the term "cheating death": it's when you get to escape the ending of your life, or the cruelness of how it will end or just the terror itself it carries. But everyone knows that Death will eventually catch up to you. Some people can evade it for a long period of time while others may not have the best of luck. I cheated Death once, and it hasn't caught up to me... yet. Before I die; before I'm caught, I want people to know his story. Yes, his story, not mine. This isn't about me. It's about the one young man that will live a thousand lifetimes more than me. I will die soon and so will my story. His will just fade away to the point where no one will remember. So to keep his story alive, I will tell you everything he told
Faults and RegretsWords are but a lossWhen your mindIs on a wanderDreaming,Caressing fantasies -Simple fables,But do we ever learn?Love, hatred,Contrast;Muse.We may win,But we alwaysLose.Recover from mistakesRepeat, repeat,End -Endless cyclesThat areTo our routineAnd yet,What are wordsBut a lossTo wandering minds?Where they go,Where they hide -What they see,What they felt -And our museContinues,Always the sameMemory,But alwaysA differentTime ~
NostalgiaUnworthy of you,All I can hope to possess,Is this memory.