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Fall is HereToday on my usual stroll
I was greeted by falling golden leaves.
The wind swept a nostalgic cold breeze,
the sensation delighted my nose.
The mixed reddish and golden leaves
came down like a light rain shower.
It seemed the they were dancing
as the wind played its whispering melody.
A cold gentle breeze, blowing past my cheeks,
caressing them as it passed by.
I took in a deep breath, relishing it.
Then ended my stroll looking at the new
fiery fall sunset patterned by the new glimmering golden eaves.
My TortureWhat does it mean when
even your mind isn’t a safe place to hide
Where dreams abandon you
leave you for dead
When nightmares tower over you
cut you, hit you, hate you, kill you
How can this happen
wasn’t living suppose to be joyful
Why does this happen
my life is meaningless
I guess it’s all my fault
All I do is cause pain
When I'm (thinking) boredI write, and keep writing,
about things that don’t have.
I never held a girl in my arms.
Although I wish everyday,
I seen love, but I can never have it.
I never felt true pain.
Never been in a hospital for a serious injury.
All I do is hope that people can share.their pain,
share with me so I can be useful and lighten the burden.
I felt happiness, but why me?
There’s millions of people that are more deserving than me.
It’s not fair.
Special PlaceIt was time to show her.
First I drove her out of the city
and into the countryside.
She kept asking where were we going,
“Just please wait.” I replied.
I drove for hours, the sun has set already.
And as the moon rose, I knew it was going
to be perfect.
“There!” I spotted the entrance of a cave.
With a puzzling look on her face,she wonder why.
I grabbed her by her hand and ran to the entrance.
Inside, a beautiful cavern, walls shivering with minerals,
a pool of water glistening like jewels, beautiful sapphire jewels.
“Why?” she asked,”why show me this beautiful place?”
“Because, you have shown me something beautiful,
so here is something beautiful in return?” I replied.
She started crying, so I held her in my arms.
She looked at me with tears on her luminous eyes,
“I love you” I told her,then kissed her.
Cold HeartCold covers the body,suppressing it.
Ice runs through the veins with such pain.
Maybe if it gets colder,maybe it won’t hurt so much.
Walls start to thicken around the heart,
Sapping it’s faith and hope, like a parasite.
Now the brain becomes cloudy.
Soon give way to icy storms and blizzards.
Colder, winters embrace stings at first,
then subsides, gaining control.
Maybe if it gets colder it will go away.
A walking glacier, hiding from other’s warmth.
Lost forever in an endless snow storm.
Forgotten HeroA brave man, now being plague
plagued by dark thoughts.
A village that used to cheer his name
now shun him.
He fought valiantly against mighty foes,
Swung his sword in the name of justice,
But what is justice to a corrupted village.
Where theft and murder are honored.
Where the weak and kind are executed,
under the name of a new king.
The hero left, which left nothing
but chaos to bloom, a hideous plant.
Those few that remember the hero,
visit him on his eternal bed.
Rest in peace.
FightingI stand in this lonely hill.
Over the horizon, you can see the fallen.
Millions of lives, the ones I slayed.
Murderer,Killer,Demon all run through my mind.
A corrupted nation, sure some are good
but most of it is rotten.
I sit here with my blade, forced to swing it.
Ending the life of soldiers, with a goal of protection.
To protect their love ones, and I stopped that.
Families lost, children crying for their parents.
I can’t even return home, where they see a monster,
While it is my country forcing me to fight.
Even if I flee, my past will follow me.
Can you hear it?The screams of thousand of people’s agony
Crying over what cruel fate they met.
That whisper in calling out for someone
Someone to help make the pain go away
Whether it be mental or physical pain,
or even worse. Both.
Can you hear it? Others don’t
They go through a day blocking out the cries.
They’re scared because what if that happens to them.
The sorrow, the mental scars along with the bruises and tears.
I can hear them,but I can’t help them.
I stand on the other side of the wall.
Crying for them, wishing it would end,
wishing the pain away.
Thank you ^-^I type some words together, making stanzas
of my thoughts on a topic.
search for definitions and spell checks.
There, I’m finished, now upload it to a website
where I have come to get my feelings out.
I post with the intent of no one reading it,
but when someone does and likes.
Joy fills me up as I see other artist compliment me.
Click,click,click, respond to those who comment.
“Thanks for the fav!”, but it doesn’t feel enough.
How can I repay those who enjoy my work.
Maybe by sending them gifts, that’s not good enough.
Maybe if I write a poem telling them, then they’ll now.
If they know that if I could meet them I would thank them
and hug them, maybe even be good friends.
How do I tell them though?
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
~days eat days
like I eat potato chips
on a couch whose
springs have thrown out
their backs no longer able
to hold even the remote up.
it sinks between the seats like
I do every lonely saturday night
or every evening I can’t quite
make it to bed, cupped with
similar back problems,
a similar sag.
I’ve begun to
take after my furniture.
"the only unattractive curve,"
a girl once said to me with a few
desirable curves herself,
"is the one a person develops
in their back.”
we dated for a month and
she called me her
hunchback of notre dome
(it’s dame, babe.)
and I called her beautiful.
and nothing else.
but somehow her leaving did nothing
to straighten my bent back but
only managed to deepen
my parenthetical stance on
those who love me
(they don’t exist).
things i cannot doi cannot sleep
and most certainly stay asleep-
with the black edged creatures
trembling at the corners
to trap me in tendrils of nightmare,
i shift too emptily for peace.
i cannot brave an appointment
i need hands to hold
this broken ship
caught in the waves with no crests.
i forget about the things i love,
but things i hate include
how i am haunted everyday
how i cannot seem
to call him by name
or directly address him-
there is no "you"
in my words,
only fear and flashbacks.
i cannot leave an unfinished crossword out of my thoughts
just like a relationship that had tapered off;
i cannot let go of things that have melted into my grip;
i cannot break a heart
Red RushWhat is this, blood?
It’s slowly dripping
I don’t remember getting cut
But here I am, bleeding
It feels nice though
Another example of me being human
It feels nice knowing I can bleed
I’m not just an emotionless robot
More and more blood
It’s starting to rush now
What is this feeling?
Is this my adrenaline kicking in
Or am I having anxiety?
Whoa, everything is getting lighter
I can hardly support myself
Where did the adrenaline go?
“Well, I guess I’m too human.”
And just like that, he fell to a small pool
Of his own blood, dead
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