Devours 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"
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 life
People die before me
After a hopeless battle of suffering
I corrupt every soul, Nothing is without me
Large or small, I always grow
Unless you're strong enough to break me
With my enemies happiness, joy, and cheer
Against them I crumble in fear
But 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
Dream it. Do it.Dream all you can
But don’t spend all your time sleeping.
Feel all you can
But don’t spend all your time weeping.
If you see a shooting star;
Catch it and run far.
Let its burning light ignite
Your heart, mind and soul.
But also be inspiration;
And you could be
The voice of a generation.
Daydream and scheme
And look beyond
What things seem,
But also do and be;
Allow yourself restraint
As a means of being free.
Dream in reality
As well as in your sleep
And you’ll soon find
Is yours to keep.
ReflectionI want to sprinkle a piece of me
Into bit-code hoping it sticks.
But no one cares about the truth
Unless it's funny.
And I've lost sight
Of what that is;
I've been taught that it's all relative.
We're all irrelevant in the end
And so, the fire that use to burn in my heart
Is all Charcoal. And I've been trying
To see with no eyes; to drive with
But now I know I want to melt
Together people's 90 degree angles,
Until the world knows everyone's rights.
I want to melt together the distance
That separates prose and poetry;
Fact and Fiction; light and darkness.
Dead or alive?I feel numb
Is this death?
Or am I still alive?
If I'm alive
I shouldn't be
Because death is better
Than this cursed life
Ignorant WisdomThe best of us die young
We are blood and body
Mind and muddled matter
That decays from the very air
Necessary like an addiction
Our eyes are skin and sinew
Senses intaking a surface
But to the machine of faults
What is there lost to us?
The best of us are of will
As what will be passed belief
The demanding of subconscious
Edicts of the soul
Then why do they die?
Why must a will be severed
When it drives our existence
All that there is
And will ever represent us?
Why do vessels feed the muscle?
Bones hold up our legs
And a head with strong neck
That its aspirations rise?
The best of us accomplish
Tasks of a higher calibre
Like a barrel of the cannon
One volley into the stars
They undertake with all motive
And lose the unwinnable condition
For through their demarcation
Revitalize our weak hearts
The best of us die young
Because they are not us
And remind us what we should be
Through the greatest league
Of history's lessons
They sacrifice their chance to live
As watcher of the
coming of agethere are parts of me
you can still hear
on the radio;
at first, you'll mouth
the words, but you
won't be able to tell
if the static touching
your ears rests in
memory, and memory alone.
my love is not leagues deep.
you'll always be the one
to decide if i'm worth standing
in up to the ankle,
lukewarm and lapping,
or if you'd like to sleep
beneath my shores, miles
below discernible life.
the long lesions scoring
the belly of my pride
have scabbed over,
and trust me when i say
i clench my fists upon
remembering those who have
bruised me in the name
of disgust -
trust me when i say
my teeth are bared
and i am snarling,
the blood from past fears
staining my lips.
ursa minor, maybei've realized that the only reason i have ever returned here
has been because of you.
these paths we walked over and over again
still barely bare the imprint of our toes.
you've been gone for
close to forever, i know. but still
i lay here where sky meets sea and stare
at the stars you will never reach.
it's kind of saddening to see that you will never be the
infinitely remembered cancer, orion, gemini;
fame is not meant for everyone. you taught me that.
once upon a time in a land broken long ago,
you told me that the wicked never rest among the living.
with quick feet i had thought you were talking of yourself, a wanderer, runner.
now i see you only ever spoke of me.
my feet have blisters.