SacrificeIt should have been me.Why did he save me, knowing he would die?I should have helped him,I shouldn't have left his side.But he gave his life for me,A coward afraid to die.Would I have done the same in his place?Just for the sake of survival?This was a hopeless battle, we lost everything.Yet he still had hope, hope to save the kingdom.But when it was lost, I saw his eyes turn dark.He lost everything he cared for, yet he kept on fighting.He no longer valued life, and saw that I did.He dove into the enemy, signalling to me."Run," He shouted, "Run as fast as you can."I did, but I was caught by the enemy.They took me prisoner, and I was executed.But the last thing I remembered,My last thought,Was the chance he gave me,Even though it was for naught.
DepressionI am one of the most painful things in lifePeople die before meAfter a hopeless battle of sufferingI corrupt every soul, Nothing is without meLarge or small, I always growUnless you're strong enough to break meWith my enemies happiness, joy, and cheerAgainst them I crumble in fearBut for now I sit in your heart,weighing down more every day,until something happy comes to mind
The Creation Chapter 1I wake up from a nap as my name is called from the intercom. "Lieutenant Morrison report to Command for briefing," followed by three other announcements calling for members of the 431st special forces."Great, another wild goose chase," I think as I comb my fur to look at least halfway presentable. I then exit my small room and run as fast as I can down the wide hallways, navigating all the familiar twists and turns.After sprinting halfway across the base I finally make it to Command. As I walk in I notice Captain Jameson, Sergeant Relm, and Lieutenant Grey, three trusted special ops soldiers and good friends. "So what's this all about? If this is our team then it's not some simple elimination mission." I ask, sitting down and putting my feet up. The commander walks in and we salute. "At ease troops. As you know, you are some of the most skilled operatives in the legion. A group was out on a mission when they picked up something strange on the radar. After further investigat
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flameAnd eagles, turning, turn to fireAsh cold, alone I lieAnd think of you.
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
You can't have it allbut you can have the glazed heat bursting from the blacktop like a brokenfire hydrant. You can have the jangle of keysswinging from your hip with each stride.You can have the tactility of leather and the graze ofbathroom mosaic tiles under a cold shower peltingbullets and when the water cuts offyou can have dry book pages. You can have happiness,though it will often be bitter, like finding a stranger’swallet full of pictures of smiling children until youreturn it to find that the couple is barren.You can have the scratches on the back of his knuckles,faded, yet raw. You can have the translucency of sheetsin the sun, silhouettes but no details,never revealing anything more than a fringe of hairand frayed laces tripping over themselves.You can drop obscenities like bombs untilthey don’t mean anything anymore. You can pull out the Monopoly boardthat broke your family. You can’t put it back together,but you can pretend the thimble is your mother and the
leavetakingi.the world is brighter wheredregs of strangers' revels remain --i keep this half-light for my own.ii.i'll stay until the wind sighs a scotch-and-smokecliché, til the Muscadet's slipped from the lipof my waywardhello.(i know you're there before you do.)iii.your night is told inpatchouli-pulse wanders; mine,in whorls of liqueur-breath. comeclose and i'll find the warpthrough the weft, the trails telling talesin synaesthesia --Platinum Blonde's been 'round and gone.iv.(-- closer, find syllables strewnin an exhale's wake; stolen from my throat-ful of careless farewells, spin and swayand beg you stay.)v.time enough for a kiss-and-never-tell, for a stumbling waltzto the dissonance of crystal-shatter odesto the summerlong i knew you --we were(n't) meant for more than this.vi.morning goes right through you,and breathes a thousand fortunes in-to shards of (our) stranger starfall.
air.he's asthmaticand when we kiss,he says itleaves him breathless,quite literally.sometimes loveis just two awkward kidsreminding each other to breathe,and sometimesthat's all you need.
As Time goes On"TimeDevours life, and creates more,Like an endless hunger,it never stops,doesn't wait for anything,benefits the fast,punishes the slow,As time goes on,The world continues"