Isolation

There’s no one around, no one to see

It seems the world decided to let me be.

I thought I’d feel free with no one around,

No one to make those annoying sounds.

Yet now I find this silence crushing,

I can hear my heart beating, my blood rushing.

It feels like this silence will tear me apart,

My thoughts, my mind, even my heart.

I must find a way out of this silent place,

I panic, I run, from the silence I race.

Yet as far as I run there’s no one to find.

No one to save me from this place in my mind.

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Stray Thoughts

What watches us from the veil of night?

What is hiding from the touch of light?

A ghost with a past of blood and pain,

Whispering of revenge in the wind and the rain?

Is it a man condemned lying in wait,

Or the restless dead with hunger to sate?

It’s in every sound you hear,

That brushes your heart with fear.

They’re demons we have inside our minds.

Those stray thoughts we can’t seem to bind.

Mind slips

There are so many things I can’t remember.
Did they slip my mind, or did I want to forget?
I never know if I should look for them.
What if it’s too painful to hold?
Should I drop it like a burning coal into the depths?
or should I hold it tightly?
Can I make a diamond from fire?
Can I hold onto the ones that are good?
With so many things lost, where do I look first?
There are so many places for them to hide.
I think it’s best that I start now;
Start now, before I forget.

Written 12.13.2011

One Hundred Wing Beats

So after several days of not getting any writing done to post on here i decided to again post an older poem of mine. So, i hope you enjoy the read.

Divergent Thoughts

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One Hundred Wing Beats

The tiny thing made not a sound,
With one wing beat it left the ground.
It tried to make it up to the sky,
But its wings seemed not ready to fly.
The butterfly didn’t seem to care at all,
It didn’t seem bothered by the first fall.
With another wing beat it took to the air,
For a moment it flew without care.
That moment passed and down it plopped,
Still it didn’t seem bothered when it dropped.
Then came try three and four and so many more,
Each one a failed attempt to soar.
Ninety-nine tries the butterfly took
Ninety-nine times it fell with a pathetic look.
On that one final desperate try,
That butterfly gave its best to fly.
Wings caught by winds so soft,
This time the butterfly stayed aloft.
One hundred times it took to the air,
Till finally it met the skies so fair.
So fly on sweet butterfly fly forever on,
Your dreams shall carry you to that beautiful dawn.

Masks

At some level, i felt like i was talking to myself with this poem. I’ve become rather good at pretending I’m fine even if i feel dead inside, and almost anywhere i go i can adapt and adjust my demeanor to fit in just fine. It’s not really even something i do consciously anymore, I do it without really thinking about it. Anyways, enjoy the read folks.

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Masks

A new face for each situation,
Is that smile just another facade?
Like the chameleon that blends wherever it goes,
Another change of face to always fit in.
Among the masks do you still remember you,
Or have you forgotten which face is true?
Are you lost among the sea of the masses,
Have you lost grip on who you really are?
Never showing what’s inside,
You show them a smile, always a smile.

My View on Life

I was having a conversation with my sister when self improvement came up, which then led me to put words to how I look at things. It’s a rather simple view, but i felt like writing it out anyways. With that said, enjoy the read.

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My View of Life

Life is a constant struggle to improve ourselves,
Without it stagnation sets in and erodes who we are.
To stop is to accept that stagnation and rot away,
To stop is to accept the death of who could be.
Movement is what keeps us alive,
It doesn’t matter which way you go as long as you don’t stop.
It doesn’t matter if we lose progress in our movements,
As long as we’re alive we can change and improve on what we lost.
Forcing ourselves to keep moving isn’t always easy,
But we can’t afford to stop trying no matter how hard it is.

Traces of Memories

It’s been way too long since i managed to get something written up and posted on here, but i finally managed to put words on a page again. It’s rather maddening when i can’t think of anything to write. With that said, enjoy the read.

Divergent Thoughts

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Traces of Memories

Every broken dream,
Those little traces of memories.
Memories of what was,
Dreams of what could have been.
They’re still there even if they fall apart,
Drifting through the shadows of the mind till they fade away.
I still remember them even as broken as they are,
When you can’t let go of the past they will never fade.
Do they still drift in your mind,
Or have you forgotten those little things?

No Inspiration

I’ve been sitting staring at a blank word document for probably over an hour now, trying to find an idea to write and failing horridly. In the end I just wrote what, in my mind at least, equate to groaning and complaining about the problem. But never the less; it’s nice to get something written.

Enjoy the read,

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No Inspiration

There’s no spark of an idea,
No light to guide the words.
Yet still i try to get myself to write,
Doesn’t matter what it is as long as it gets done.
A story, a poem, or even a random blurb,
They all have an equal value in the white world.
So now i grind my mind against the page,
Forcing words from it without any real aim.
As long as words get put to the page,
The resulting headache is worth the pain.

The Last Sanctuary

It seems that i was correct in assuming that medication i had started was causing the writer’s block, we stopped it a few days ago and once again I’m managing to churn out some poems.  Hope you enjoy the read.

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The Last Sanctuary

All windows are shattered,
All doors broken down.
You know they’re coming for you,
Yet you don’t know why.
Nothing left to guard you,
No one there to save you.
You sit alone on the cold stone floor,
The cold floor of this broken sanctuary.

Take The Time

More idle musing on a rather simple subject, but still something that’s rather important to do in my mind.

Enjoy the read,

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Take The Time

Wait for a minute, take it slow,
The people you love, you should learn to know.
Learn to know what lies in their heart,
Learn how to keep their dreams from falling apart.
The surface you see only tells what they hold outside,
Take your time to learn the things about them they hold inside.
That glance at the surface will only get you so far,
So take your time to talk to them, learn more about who they really are.