Thump. Beat.Follow the sound of your heartbeat.
For there, there shall always be a rhythm.
It will not sound like any sound you have heard before.
Yet you will know every volume
As if you had been hearing the same song for every day of your life
Since you first gasped.
And the beat began.
SshRace to the beating trail of your own heart,Listen to the own sound of your feet running for the abyssful wonder of a dream,Look to the flight of your wings in your eyes that are always searching with the clouds high above, Feel the bliss of your puffing breath gasps of leaving the world of black and white to chase after a red butterfly.And Ssh as you learn to know the gentle screaming voice around you, the words the voice are you, learning not lost, but searching.
Sadness in the StormRain drops trickle down upon my eyes, my eyes that burn with a sadness and spread in the raindrops like a fire that has lost it's hold,scolding my cheeks in it's fury,
I think it has spread to my heart thus well.
Thunder sounds it's roar, and deafens the ears of the other creatures near,drowning my saddened & forgotten cries in its immortal ecstasy, so we may mask our voices together.
The lightless shadows of the forbidding clouds, plague the path I walk upon and swallow the presence I think is me in there gently dark curtains.
The lightning stretches it being across the sky to strike down fear of passers by, so that no one but the storm will brave my side.
The Wind howls through the mountains and tree's just to embody me in it's grasp, bringing with it the whispers of the world.
My path is shaded in a yellowish hue, lit by a thousand lightning bugs,they show me the way while I am lost,the path upon this floating field of gold I walk.
Imagination of Prettier DayI sit here now and stare I may, I can't imagine, A prettier day. The storm clouds are comeing & sunshine day is turning way. Moonlight is rising, the fairies they come to play, dancing & frolicking in a music you cannot hear, Poisen Ivy is becoming a flower and death is playing chess with god this hour.Checkmate they say as a dragon is saved & a man becomes a slave, Madness is strolling in the midnight hues hunting for a victim both old and new. Here comes the devil, fashioned in light,Caring with him, an invisible fright, an unwinable fight. The nymphs are drowning in there own lake, such a shame, I guess they'll be late. Mother nature is having tea with a human this eve, my oh my, what a party! Dancer and Prancer are playing pranks, while santa picks out a new pair of sleys. Sorrow and Pain, one and the same, are walking the planks for the pirate queen Shanks. Succubis is playing with all the men as they follow her in her flanks, the dead are rising and pigs are flying, a werewolf is
The Rose and It's GuardianLong ago there was a Guardian, who was told that he was to forever guard over and protect a rose.
In a grassy valley surrounded by the forest, a single tree grew in it's middle and by it the rose, and it was there the Guardian sat. In snow, In leaves, In wind, in heat... never onc
The Gentlemans Dance
A Goddess of fire and spice, the Goddess Coriander danced in the night, all who would see her would run with fright, but one gentlemen on a moonlight night, took out his hand to the lady, the Goddess, upon the broken stones, and asked her for a final dance, a single romance. The night was there music the moon there spotlight, the graves there audience and there hearts the witness's of the night the gentleman, danced with the Goddess for a single night.
Long ago in ancient times there was a Goddess that weighed the fates. She did it without mercy and cared not how they screamed when her fates dealed low. She cared not a single teardrop. That is until came the time she was to pass judgment upon a small child, a girl with fire ember hair. She had stolen bread from a market nearby and for this the goddess, cruel as she was, sentenced, and fated her to die. She expected the girl to cry, to plead for life, to fall upon her knees as death embraced her face. But she didn't! Instead she reached out her hand and touched the Goddess upon her face and smiled without disgrace as her small figure turned into the first snowflakes of winters rain. And the goddess, being the cruel fater she was, cried ice, for the first time.
Feeling for the first time so terrible and sad, she gathered the snow from which she had fated the girl and layed them into her scales, freezing in time forevermore, so they may never melt away.... and she turn hersel
Bleeding love in this heartless realm, bleeding in a body that is suppose to be cold, no love, nor hate, only time, only wait. I searched the stars a thousand times and saw nothing but flashing lights like the bright city street life, they all are the same, I am without a name. Fear and death, love and pain , hand and hand, nothing to be gained. The wish to fly, the desire to swim, the desire to be, greedy aren't we. Leaves from the cherry tree drifting through, silently, unlike you, so like me. A stare is spared but is forgotten as the bell tolls a second has passed. Future and present, past and unknown, knowledge we want , time we need. Dreams and hopes are all we have, bread and butter isn't shared, love me or hate me, the options of life. but I, for either, choose neither, I care not a single breath. stare and stare is all I shall do, but in the end, I am just You.
Moonlit Night Were have you gone, my Moonlit Night.
I am waiting here again, yet another night, under forest shadows, the midnight summer mist and forgotten wisps, surrounding me. I am waiting here for you. I cannot utter a word as the silent hours go by, the fairies and things of dream filled nights, dance around me for hope of a smile, but I only get lonelier and sadder with the sound of a wolf howl so far, so near. An illusion, that you are here. I can only speak one word of how these nights feel, but will you hear me? Or am I just an echo, never reaching. I don't know, but I do know, brother, I miss you so.
16.12.14I heard Rudy quiver
and guide lost oxygen
to his cells when he said,
"my biggest fear
is that one day
I will hear about
a black boy dying
and I won’t flinch.” and when I did
I tore open the skin beneath
these chipped nailbeds
just to remember
what loss looked like
feels like loss
our shoulders depressed
with a hundred
and thirty two voids
weighing down like anvils
carry the heaviest coffins
our feet walk unjust
soil parted by waters
we haven’t polluted yet
but our hearts,
with their social arrhythmias
and rich flutters, ache
with one vigor
one lacrymal loss
one dark sob
one fleeting life
don’t let another slip these
hold on to this steady heartbeat
and the rest only microseconds
vindicate your unjust soil, the nails
hammered into each coffin,
deaths zooming by deaf ears
hold your ears to shame
hold on to you
and i'm happy nowThis sounds kinda weird
But I’m glad- so glad that you
Pushed me aside
Because I didn’t end up behind you in line
I didn’t grow up as a pine
I grew up as an oak
And you think you’re so special because you keep your needle leaves in the winter
Because you think that keeps you warm
Because you think pines are so much better than oaks because there are more like you,
I grew up as an oak
And even though my leaves shrivel up and die
And leave me the cold and alone in the winter
My leaves come back in the spring with a new essence of life,
And I do not envy you, you who are stuck with all your mistakes, unable to shed them.
Mirror MirrorMirror Mirror on the wall
I have a problem I need to solve
How come all the vigilant eyes
Make it feel like a wound in salt
Every time I see my reflection
How come I only get more questions
Why is every piece a lie
My soul and mind at intervention
So Mirror Mirror riddle me this
How come I can’t find blissfulness
Are you really on my side
Or just a darkly false abyss
Why Bother?Why bother?
You don't feel it
Like I do
You don't say it
I have to
You don't understand
You never have
I love you..
Why does it feel like a lie?
Why do you seem like a liar..?
You don't need to forgive me
Well, that hurt.
Doesn't matter, I suppose
Why even bother..
This is hopeless..
Like everything else.
Poetry Session:My True FamilyPeople say those you live with are your family,
that is complete bullshit.
That no matter what you go through they'll be there fore you,
how many more lies will humans go around spreading?
Yes I have a family, a mother, 3 sisters and a brother.
But I was the out cast to most of them,
they even argue among each other.
I was always different from them,
I often wondered why?
But I figured it out pretty clear that they're demons in disguise.
My always said that we need to stick together,
that we're all we have.
Well mom I found another family.
I know this one won't last.
You want to know the truth,
of I honestly truly feel?
I acknowledged only the youngest in the family,
the rest of you aren't even real.
I was never happy mom,
it's putting on a mask.
Shakira you are ghetto as hell.
Even though you're no whore you don't have class.
JaQueal you're gifted in many ways,
but damn you are mean.
But with your attitude right now you'll never fulfill your dream.
Sierra, Sierra you are alway
i wake up every morning at seven-fifteen
and get dressed in five minutes.
i usually have leftovers for breakfast
but some mornings i use the excuse that i feel sick
because sometimes i'd rather feel empty.
my mother tells me that the reason why i'm single
is that i make myself look unapproachable,
as if that hasn't stopped anyone before.
she says that if i was more friendly,
i'd probably be with someone by now.
when i was 12 years old,
i came home from a long day of school,
absolutely craving some food.
as i was eating my third slice of pizza,
my brother called me a "hungry hungry hippo."
to this day, i have one or two slices at most.
i used to love wearing shorts
until i realized that fat girls aren't designed to wear shorts.
according to society's rules, i should just wear jeans,
even if it's one hundred and three out
and i'm absolutely burning up.
i write all of these poems to express my feelings
but when it comes to telling someone how i really feel
i usually freeze
LetterI wrote this
To tell you
How I feel
But looking at you
Your face is smudged
As though Depression
Took his charcoal
On the canvas of
Spots in your mind
He paints the colors
Of your heart
Stealing the rosy red
Of your blushing cheeks
Of your soul
The joy that
And every breath
A little more
Each shattered piece
Of your spirit
Burning a hole
In your mouth
Down to the
Soles of your shoes
No more lives
To revive your static heart
The bitter tasting
For you to hear
And save a
For your wrists
So that you bleed
But there’s no one
Your silent screaming
You lay here
Form on my lips
Reset.Pitter patter the sound of crying rain.
Whom else known this feeling of pain
The loneliness resides deep within my heart
A mirror of façade, I can’t tell apart.
Smiles brightly painted fake, a world of despair
A clock lay broken, beyond ones repair
Glass shatter to a thousand pieces, reflecting thy memories,
The cinematic record of life bears my treasuries.
A spark of glow shines dimly in the dark,
Welcomes me heartily with open arms
The forsaken time does not stop as the earth carries on
Who will remember me, when I’m last gone?
“time to go,” as I left the world that once was mine,
A faint drip of tears,
I wonder who….. is crying for me this time?