Shallow words
Can’t escape my chest
They have nowhere to go
Open doors
Remain locked
Keeping me out
Risen Gates
I dare not enter
For fear they will fall
Hollow rooms
Imprison me
From my true desires
Heavy chains
Weigh me down
Locked onto myself
Flowing water
I dare not stray
For fear I will be washed away
Rising steps
I cannot climb
My strength for now eludes me
To the sky
I dare not look
There’s nothing there for me
And dreams
I cannot have
For fear they will be taken from me
What help
If any
Can be given to the lost?
The lifeless?
The taken?
And with whom
May I bargain
For my life?
Archive for the ‘Uncategorized’ Category
Lifeless (Taken)
Monday, March 10th, 2008Caged
Sunday, March 9th, 2008This cage will never hold me
Only let me plan escape
The room they have allowed me
Is a fatal mistake
For within it I can grow
Stronger than before
So when they do release me
The beast is to fear that much more
But fortune’s in their favor
For I’m a timid soul
And though my rage exists
It’s under my control
But beware
Do not provoke
This beast has limits
And they’re about to show.
Drop
Monday, March 3rd, 2008Do you ever had those odd thoughts that just seem to interest you, but are completely and utterly pointless? This is one those poems. I imagined droplets falling into water in darkness. That spawned this train of thought. There was no imagination during the writing, aside from how the words sounded. …oh, and I was bored.
Overprotective?
Monday, March 3rd, 2008How much is too much when it comes to protecting the person you love? I’ve come to realize that there is no answer. It depends wholly on the individual you’re protecting. Some love clingy, some love overprotective, some just want their space.
Opening
Monday, March 3rd, 2008My thoughts I place here
in such a form
that I hope it captures more
than a normal write.
I hope the rhythm
will capture the grace
or impurity of my mind.
I hope the form
will demonstrate the order of my thoughts.
I hope the words
will reproduce my feeling.
But most of all
I hope you can read my handwriting.
Shadows
Sunday, February 24th, 2008Some may call me crazy
Some may call me wise
Some may look down upon me
Some may look up high
Some may make me suffer
Some may help me heal
Some may show me hatred
Some may show me truth
Some may crush my efforts
Some may give me aid
Some may give me nightmares
Some may give me dreams
Some may laugh
Some may cry
Some may run
Some may die
Some may crush
Some may grow
Some may flood
Some may flow
Some glare
Some stare
Some punch
Some care
Some hate
Some love
Some rein
Some show
Roller Coaster Ride
Sunday, January 20th, 2008It’s rare that I release poetry, especially those that express some inner emotion. This is one of the few that I’ve written that seems fit for others to read.
Life is an Expression
Tuesday, November 20th, 2007Life has its chapters;
whatever you decide.
Whether you be the author,
or the reader of your own life,
is up to you.
But those who decide
the beginning and the end,
will soon realize that
life is an expression
of your inner personality
and deepest truths.
Even those along for the ride,
play a role in their hardships.
Plea
Wednesday, April 11th, 2007Every action you take…
Every emotion you fake…
Every dieing you wake…
Just a plea for help…
Ronan
Wednesday, January 10th, 2007Hand in hand the Ronans sleep,
Guard by guard they look and weep,
Skies of darkness fall on all,
Fires burning, life’s last call.
Held in prison, their own land,
Shown a sentence all but glad,
Past the hour children sleep,
Not to wake within this keep.
Each guards’ step would summon fear,
Actions shedding not a tear.
Soulless beasts, as we would call,
Bringing death to us all.
One by one, day and night,
Worthless courage would not fight.
Weakened bodies lay with fear,
Holding their last loved ones dear.
Such did happen until a night,
With a fire, hope did light.
Explosion cast, set us free.
Unsure of safety, we did flee.
Though hope was felt and freedom had,
Nothing saved those hurt so bad.
The mind and body, all so weak,
The Ronans’ future, very bleak.
So cast aside your horrid arms,
With spirit, let those free.
A lesson I hope you have learned,
From the horror that can be.