PotentialCanvas blank as the erupting void,Resilient yet so easily destroyed.Both ever desired and rejected,Blazing plain and darkly inflected.Bursting with empty imagination,Cause of joy yet of frustration.Unescapable even when not there,Gifted new life and a final prayer.Memories borne of what we forget,Purpose yet futile-ness implicit.Thrown away irreplaceable treasure,Undeniable and un-existing forever.Blended bitter with notes of sweet,Promised victory yet imminent defeat,Certainty of pain and relief,Requiring openness and solid belief.
SuicideIt's interesting wandering my memory's halls,Seeing my life go from sprints to crawls,And knowing that by my own choice and shame,I'll put these shelves of life to the flame.Once strong and mighty granite columns,Now buckling with peril deadly solemn,Heralding the ceilings blessed greeting,I'd better write the note before I'm let free.Enscribing my torments in ink of blood and tears,Which culminates in realized fears,That my endeavors amount to simply dust,At least a final rest I can now trust.One last somber rifled path to the end,Saving me from having to yet still pretend,Bullet down the line appears to be quite fun,Light shatters the gloom and I'm forever done.This note you've read has defied Death,Unable to be silenced by my last breath,Hopefully you'll comprehend the potential of life,So you won't also break under the burden of strife.
DescentHollow seas of wondrous watersBrimmed by citadels of sterling silverAnd celestial fields of a emerald earthInfinite voids of writhing realityBroken by razors of scathing scythesAnd hesitant tears of a dreaded dreamStreaming throngs of calling crowsBorne by abysses of futile feelingsAnd broken dreams of a knotted nooseBurnt husk of hushed humanityBuried by volumes of piercing painAnd scarred memories of a lost love
ReflectionIn the midst of drowning rain,Through the field of burning fire,A man stands strong against pain,And re-thorns his secret desire.In the voids of deepening dark,Through the city of glaring light,A man leaves a little mark,And hopes of strength for his fight.In the din of deafening dreams,Through the alleys of drifting life,A man isn't what he seems,And he doesn't tell of his strife.In the presence of hurting silence,Through the absence healing talk,A man is of self reliance,And he wounds himself with words of chalk.
Valentine'sThere is shattered love and pain,And requests made in such vain.There are new memories so sweet,Tempered by the crushing defeat.No beast can sting like a kiss,When it's another feeling its bliss.No heart can escape the fear,Of letting loose a single lonely tear.Listen to those unheard cries,Helped or hurt by so many lies.Listen lovers to feelings made plain,But they're treated with such disdain.Perhaps I am actually the fool,Together with the lonely in school.Perhaps happiness I should mime,And maybe it'll be real next time.
SayingWhat can I say but that I'm sorry?Never ending regret...What can I say but that I love you?Powerful three words...What can I say but that I'm ok?Simplistic and true...What can I say but that I hurt you?Sadly the reality...What can I say but that I'm lonely?Emptiness fills me...Will you say something?I understand if not.
Verbs of a LifeListening to the rainWishing they were tearsRemembering my dreamsWishing it was realityFeeling the bass thumpWishing for a heart beatPretending they careWishing to God I didn'tKnowing I'll someday crackWishing it'll never comeLoving being still aliveWishing others felt the sameSpouting streams of liesWishing my lips were kissingWriting terrible poemsWishing I could do more