Forced to age
In a blink
In a flash
In the time it took to look back
The unspoken words
Sit heavy in my chest
This responsibility
I choke down
Smiling
My only regret
Taking out of my anger
The one who understands
13 August 2014
This is when i am beautiful
In the morning
Face round with sleep
Hair a greasy mess
Spilling from a stretched night
shirt
And lips tight over braces
In the evening
Eyes weary with exhaustion
Makeup smudged
Fighting to stay awake
Same tired smile
Yet unchanged by society
To old ways
I can finally breathe
Stretching without the weight
My fingers still reach to adjust
the straps
Only to find bear skin
Dazed by blinding light
Only to realize I lived in the
dark
This light I see
Had been there all along
I see my cruel mistress
Yet my heart does not call out
For I shall never return
What keeps us from our pedistal
Don’t do something
Because it’s easy
No, do it for the challenge
Never be the brightest in the
room
For what will you learn
But only how to dwindle your time
Of all the deadly sins
Lust, greed, deceit, gluttony
Perhaps sloth the worst of all
Why give in
With the finish line in sight
WWIII
When a dish falling
Sounds like the echo of a bomb
A whispered work
An order shouted
A glance becomes daggers
Where once a great councilor lead
Now dying solders run their own
Camped in what was a mighty
fortress
Now they cower in crumbling ruins
Unable to stand their ground
This constant
Battle against the unslayable
beast
Redefining fighting on the home
front
For you sleep with your enemy.
A Hidden Perfection
She does not need tight shirts
Or sky high heels
She doesn’t need push up bras
Or pounds of make up
She has subtle grace
And class
She has peaceful happiness
And a razor sharp wit
Wise beyond her years
She’s left the cocoon of petty
youth
No longer does she slip into jealous
rage
Instead maternal understanding overflows
The life you save may be your own
Take every action with heed
A butterfly’s wave of sorrow
Who knows what weight others bear
A simple work can lift one up
Or crush them to the ground
Beneath a leaden boot
A minuscule jester of love
May change someone’s world
For love is kindness’s work boots
Never overlook a foe
Nor burn a broken bridge
Underneath may shine anew
Dare I Disturb The Universe
For the first time in forever
The universe rests in my palms
Destroyed with a swift tip
Supreme power courses through my veins
Rendering others powerless
Helpless victims to my will
No great pain would I receive
No lasting problems would occur
Yet I will refrain
Even the White Dove Has More Personality
So many pine for loves embrace
Changing their soul in
desperation
Carving themselves to fit the
mold
Their only passion, society’s
Saying, thinking, only what they
ought
Uniquely black and white
No
You must live to love life
For who can cherish a blank wall
It is life who throws the paint
Her Fate Dangles Before Our Eyes
Her Dangles Fate Before Our Eyes
Behind Opaque glass
The future sits
O how I hunger for it
Its outline blurred by doubt
Chained back by the present
My fingers barely skim the
surface
Weak with want
Craving the taste upon my lips
An obsessive passion
Everyone desires the caress of
this cruel mistress
Cheating life for her embrace
Only to have her slip through outstretched
fingers
To Grow Into Something More
How is a fire to burn
Without fuel
A spark doomed to die
Never be the smartest man in the
room
For you stand in the wrong place
A spark doomed to die
Trapped in an empty tomb
A blank canvas without paint
A spark doomed to die
Eventually a brilliant mind wilts
If kept from stirring force
Or Drown In The Process
Blow after blow after blow
Draining away my smile
With each hit
The basin runs dry
Roll with the punches
Or they will knock you down
As you writhe upon the ground
It will come back with swift
kicks
Only when you cry out
Do others take notice
Sneering at your weakness
Scared to admit that they harbor their
own
Life continues to move on
Rushing by increasingly fast
So you must stand again
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