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
-In the endless tranquil forest,
Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,
I smile; at peace with the world,
As your corpse smiles back at me...
ElenaElena followed me home
from work one night
and stayed for tea and eggs,
and all that minimum wage
and wars between the sheets
She said she was a goddess,
daughter of a carpenter
with her long red, red hair
and eyes as warm as hazel nuts
on Christmas morning.
Her hands spoke braille
across my back
and made the silence
of Sunday into a prophecy.
She left one October
just like she said she would
when the fireflies
had turned their wings to ash.
And I found revelation
in red, red wine
and cheap red, red fabric
that came off in my hands
Finding HappinessShe's burning up like a suicide note
And upon it's legacy lines
Scribed in crimson ink
Is all her little curios of happiness.
Before misery waddled up,
Knocked over her correction fluid;
Erasing all her joy in a blink.
There's a tape recorder by her side
Skipping a death tone melody;
The silence she hides inside.
Should she stop.
Wipe her days of self-pity and hate
Until she can record a new song
Upbeat to a happy tune of fate.
By her crumpled flat dress,
Glares wild, her knife and her pills,
Though the sight macabre
Only sets her heart ablaze to chills.
Serrated metal to barcode in
A reminder of all her undying pain
And the dark she kisses within.
Numb, she knocks back medicine,
Her bus stop on the highway of life.
Faltering she drops lipstick blade and
To an honest mirror she turns...
What ever happened to
The smiling girl?
What ever happened to
Her innocent future?
Tears fade to a calm stare
Which unravels a soulful grin;
A u-shape of acceptance
To new challenges she mus
lines for rae armantroutFor instance, an old oak grove
And to you, Rae, because what appears
is always the cosmic cascading bodies,
torched and tumbling,
and someone screaming evacuate-
meaning rebuild, re-haunt.
Reading about the experiment,
it became evident-
the traffic of moans,
crowds of shadows standing
in the peripheral,
a sense of expectation and dread.
This is how death comes in poems:
The last campfire in the distance goes dark.
I'm too poor to feel so middle class.My teeth still ache from the dentist,
but it doesn’t stop me from nibbling
the cheese danish I bought at Kroger
this morning, warmed by thirty
seconds in the microwave. My mug
of hot chocolate is too big, and I
drink it all. The washer is on its last
cycle; the cat is purring at my feet.
Netflix is background noise
to clacking keys, typing a transcript
of middle class morning that I’ll later
call a poem or a turning point,
wondering when I became such an adult.
to the ghosts with you, my deari came not to be kissed,
or to have myself cradled
in the curve of a throat,
but to be broken,
to be diminished
by your lack of affection
& over indulgence of sexualization.
uneducated in your intent,
found myself left entirely whole
& incapable of the fury
i had sought to sow between the
ridges of my aching ribs.
the polar opposite of translucencycradled in the echo
of a cloudburst,
the earth curls invisible fingers
about my achilles' tendon
she cries that i am not
intended for the clouds,
that my mind must not wander
between their susurrous concaves
furious with her insistence,
untether myself from the soft,
diaphonous comfort of the heavens
down into the weight of gravity.
listless green blades welcome my soles,
stimulating a tickle,
a sneeze; i never have done well
she is calling for me,
soft-tongued and crisp in her
& i am sorely tempted
i am not for the soil.
she becomes my inhale;
my alveoli shudder
beneath her force--
i am not for the air, either.
i stand beneath her onslaught
until she tires,
her molten heart beating beneath my toes;
unable to woo me with her facets,
cloaking me in one last attempt,
a final shadow.
my pores bloom
& i r
Thy Fallen AdamO father, thou hast forsaken me.
Thou hast breathed essence
Into these corpse lungs, and yet
Thou had cast me out
Into this cold black with no regret.
Why dost thou shudder so father?
Thine eyes were the first I
Bore witness to in mine blossom.
'Ere did that grace of life ebb within;
Yet thou did but blench and look
No more upon thy creation no farther.
Dost thou have stomach to embrace?
O father, I ought to have been an angel,
But alas thou hast sewn a villain's face
To hide mine internal beauty.
O father, why thou elude me of love?
Thou elude my diabolic presence
With thy Prometheus hands, and still
Thy plague am I to thou
In pestilence dire I maketh thou ill.
Where dost thou go to weep father?
Look! Even stars insult my frame
Ne'er did the celestial offer me comfort,
Yet thou would dare mock too.
Only shallow rain cries tears ever blue.
Dost thou have conscience to behold?
O father, did thou not dream me as mortal,
But I am a patchwork of nightmares old
As a mirror of thy own cruelt