Poems
Below are some of the poems I have written in my past few years, enjoy!
The sun looms overhead as a strange lantern
A sturdy heat flows into the crackling sky
A peculiar gust dances around the world
A flame amidst the sky crackle and burn
The flowers bloom in a magnificent growth
The world twists throughout like a peculiar turn
The echoes of many creatures join in a proud choir
Syncing together in a budding wind
A strange traveler in the woods
A mask of joy on his face
Yet a dying flame burns in his heart
He bounces like a strange ball
Waning tears flow down his mask
As they then dry up into the budding wind
His mouth speaks in a strange, childish trance
He shares his anger, his web of lies
He speaks an unjust world,
Through a strange colored lens
Yet I already know of his cracking world
I listen, as he drifts along in the budding wind
Swirling thoughts flow as a river,
Yet I long for the carefree trees, far behind
I speak to him in a strange dusty lie
That the stars, once again glimmer upon his eye
A bird soars in the distant air
The close yet strange child was now replaced
A familiar face stood on dirt afar
His footsteps reverberate in strange paved land
A longing sadness drops down his face
This sadness gazes at the flowing trees
In a crying forest afar
Yet this strange sadness is somewhat joyous
A warm gust tumbles out of the roaring world
He speaks of many adventures
But his words drift into the waking distance
The traveler sits with a graceful swing
He stares off into the falling sky
sighing strangely in a pitiful breath
And a familiar lie falls of his tongue
A splashing teardrop, a tame goodbye
A flame blazing in the corner of his eye
The same flame budding inside the heart of
a distant child
Yet now I must know
To stay like myself
To flow along the budding wind
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Judgement
As rumbling clouds swirl in the distant sky
A livid bolt of lightning strikes
As the final judgment crashes down
The endless ocean quakes
As terrible evil opens its gaping mouth
It lets out a bellowing fright
As the grand forest kindles in flames
At last, the gavel shall strike
As the condemned is dragged away,
Shrieking cries echo the halls
The truth dawns upon a sea of faces
Yet absolute silence rings upon all
As the clock turns and rolls
Splintering wood strikes and rends
The sound of dark strikes in a corrupt tune
Yet the cacophony never ends.
2. Isolation
Within the pitch black rocks
Lies a labyrinth of locks
Yet inside crackles a distant soul
Every so often,
A small flame of light kindles in dark,
But darkness never reigned
His face is dark and sealed away,
From blazing melody that plays afar,
Terrified of it’s corrupt reality astray
his eyes fading in a shade of grey
Seeing the broken world in shattered glass
Constructing a wall of chains for the world at bay
Yet within his swirling bubbles of mind,
He was the one that was free,
And the world locked away
As the clock once again screams
Towers of locks cover the world
We think foolish of such souls
Yet what if we were truly the ones locked in chains?
3. The Striking of Midnight
The clock ticks into an endless ocean,
The slightest sounds smashed into a beating heart
The world morphing into many hues
When dusk takes hold of a far azure sky
Hues of grey envelop the land
As the distant wail is clutched in hand,`
Yet when the clock strikes midnight,
The clock turns the
same shade of light
The lively heart now down in shackles
As Lost souls ring out in a despairing song
The gilded world was never cleansed,
Yet behind a curtain of glory,
But when the gallowing midnight strikes in a sudden flash,
Bellowing laughs purge the crying land
When finally,
Can the lost souls rest?
Can the towers of chains crumble and fall?
When finally,
Will the screams of the mockingbird end?
4. Truth
The agonizing voices and the truth of this world
Surround us in a brilliant storm
Yet many turn their faces blind
Can you truly see what’s left behind
The towers and shackles and the false glory of the world
The rotting flesh away in chains
Yet we are blinded in a deadly haze,
While the world cannot see past the blinding fate
Unwavering in the face of their deadly trace
Can you truly see past the glorious air
While the clocks tick away until midnight
Mockingbirds killed and slain
Yet they are just a speck of dust,
In the ever common eye
Plunged beneath the burning drench
word upon word, I plummet deeper
The hands beneath drag me down
I gasp for air, yet I grow weaker
Wails and shrieks echo in a round
Grime filled fingers ooze onto my ankle
Covering my horrid skin
Casting a frozen shadow over my howling eyes
Tearing apart my broken skin, hate breaking into my blood
Corrupted smiles creep into my brain, hidden behind cracked masks
The hands drag me into the horrid dark
A black without light washing into a dwindling void
Choking heavily for a last dreadful breath.
Grimy bubbles oozing into lungs
Squirming like a unearthly sludge
It feels like I am alone,
Yet I want to be,
A mind paralyzed, yet burning like an brilliant storm
A lunatical smile burn into my tattered lips
I reach out, my hands filled with a grime
And latch around a pair of feet
Dragging them down into a similar world
Not the slightest glimmer in my eyes
Yet I come to my senses
Breaking free from the chains gripped ever so tightly
Bursting through the broken bodies that long so much to bring me down
Splashing into the howling air
Yet the ocean washes away into dry deathly sands