Poetry
Page II
Flawed Perfection
Once, there was a city made entirely of glass.
It was built below ground because the sun made things much too hot.
Everything in the city was glass, not just the buildings, but all things imaginable.
Crystal sculptures lined the streets like giant snow globes.
It was man’s greatest creation. A symbol of his continuing pursuit of perfection.
It wasn’t just a city, but a frame of mind. Inside Glass City there were no secrets. Everything was on display for all to see.
On the surface it was perfect in every way, but a city fashioned out of glass is easily broken.
Mankind’s greatest failure was his own flawed nature. A perfect city built by imperfect people
—how’s that for irony?
Society soon began to crack under the weight of their own convictions. The city collapsed and all it's people perished.
It is said that the shattered glass poured down on them like sand in an hourglass.
Anger & I
Anger & I
My anger has a name.
It’s the same as mine.
We are the same person,
anger and I.
This wave overtakes me,
controls me, and makes me
say hurtful things.
Mostly to the people
I love.
What did I say?
Why did I say that?
When will I learn to
keep my mouth shut?
I am a short fuse,
easy to ignite,
ready to explode.
Boiling red blood with
beams of blinding white.
Like an active volcano
inside me.
It builds and erupts
from my mouth in
fireballs.
I disappear when
my anger speaks.
Only to return in
the wake of his
destruction.
I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean it.
Please forgive me.
My apologies.
I’m tired of living with
my anger.
This is not what I am.
Who can tell me why
I say these things?
In The Movies
In the Movies
Summer Love,
it happens so easily
in the movies.
Boy meets girl at
The beach.
They fall in love.
Three months of
magic and then
its over.
Summer Love,
Is just that
A flash of something
Beautiful mostly
Indescribable, but
The feeling is there
And cannot be
Ignored.
I myself have never
Experienced such a
Phenomenon and
Can only look back
Affectionately at
What I’ve seen
In the movies.
Summer Love,
It lasts only one
Season, but the
Memory is never
forgotten.
Can this love be real
Or is it just something
Made up in a
Motion picture?
Forest of Decay
Forest of Decay
In the cold dead of winter
On a dark and bitter night
Found deep in the forrest
In a blizzard of white.
A graveyard of fallen leaves
Lye buried deep in the snow
And the tree limbs left bare
So that new life can grow
The branches shriek and
shake in the night as they
Reach for the sky and beg
For the warmth of sunlight.
The woods are restless
And the season is long
But the trees will survive
If the roots are strong
Only the wind can carry
wisdom from the trees
In the cold dead of winter
Or a warm summer breeze
But what can we learn
From the fallen leaves
And the wisdom that
comes from a dying tree
There's a beauty in death
That we all can embrace
To die and be reborn
In the very same place
Young & Alive
Young and Alive
We laugh loudly into the night .
Our voices travel until they fade away.
The breeze carries salt from the sea.
Waves crash and the tide rises to our toes .
An infinite stretch of ocean sits before me .
The night offers an open window to the unknown.
For a moment my mind drifts to a distant place .
I’m not quite sure where it was that I went to.
When I return to find the day is breaking.
The velvet sky now splashed with color.
Together, we sing redemption songs.
Reveling in the glory of our youth.
We try our best to hold onto the night.
But the sun does not wait for us.
In silence, we gaze at the world’s wonder.
Welcomed by the mornings in warm brace.
Our bodies make perfect shapes in the sand.
I feel the weight of gravity press upon me.
My eyes are heavy and my mind is tired.
A sudden cloud of sadness hangs over me.
Knowing that this time will soon end.
But I take comfort in the days ahead.
Memories that have yet to be made.
I’m tired, but thankful to be young and alive.
Silent Requiem
How do you find your way back in the dark?
When you don’t even know where we are.
Searching this world for some kind of truth,
But the later you learn, the sooner we lose.
Ever wonder why you feel this way?
Every day, it’s all the same.
Feeling numb is worse than pain.
Waiting for your life to change.
The same old mistakes,
They can’t be erased.
You can’t move on
With all that weight.
So here we are again stuck in one place.
Putting our lives in the hands of fate.
It’s not the first and it won’t be the last.
Can’t take it slow in a world that’s so fast.
I dreamt I saw a light at the end,
But I always end up where I began.
Over and over, every day.
An endless void of empty space.
It’s all the same.
We’ll never learn.
Touch the flame.
You’ll get burned.
Here’s a toast to all the hopeless souls,
Who are haunted by their own ghosts.
I pray you’ll find a moment of peace.
A place to rest beneath the trees.
There are some days that I still have hope.
That we'll find our way back in the dark.
I have no choice, but to carry on
Until I reach the light or die alone.
Wait for me.
Take my hand.
Don’t let go.
My dear friend.
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