1. He asked the stars last night.
    “Why do you always shine?”

    None replied

    Because they never shine forever.

    And in the morning he stopped glowing.


  2. Downwords


    Four letters a word. A single word.
    An expression so powerful. So violent. Like thunder against the night sky ripping apart the clouds stuffed full of emotion.

    So sudden
    But always expected.

    Pouring out wave after wave of violence battering the roof you call your burden of sanity until finally. It collapses and crawls into your skin.

    So heavy,
    But always heavier.

    The ground soaking it up. Like snake venom, thickening your blood and your heart. Feels as if your very soul has turned into iron snakes. Constricting.

    So tight,
    But always tighter

    Return to the dirt foul beast.
    Buried deep and protected by white fire between the gates of heaven and hell.

    Hate or Love.
    But always both.


    [Been sitting on this one for a while. Finding the right words were hard and I wasn’t very satisfied with it. Still not very satisfied… but I think I’ll just let this one go for now and come back to it for editing because i really like its message. Hope you guys like this one.]

  3. Fight or Flight

    Here we gather as one great being of purpose

    A journey towards destination

    Oh great trojan war bird infiltrating the skies

    Not our territory

    Each separate soul upon a war machine or a peace offering

    Which is which I could not know

    A man’s expression will not betray his heart under watchful gaze of strangers

  4. Looking Glass

    An unreal world that only exists in light
    Shedding its satanic skin. Drenched in fear, and sweating guts into a cresent sink.
    Emotions lit up crimson red
    Fractals, the beauty of nature striking heaven painted walls pooling onto hard tiles of thought and marble hearts.
    Never finding shielded passage from the mind.
    The wild colt rides through the glass.
    Always straight and always true
    Always towards you.


  5. There is no more fear. The roots of fear are unknowing which branch to travel. Which and why each exists and which will bloom into fruits beneficial to your will and morals. Or will you travel to the very tip of the weakest stem unable to bear the weight of your sins.

    There is no more fear. Any color scheme I choose will eventually blend together from the lightest hues into the blackest of blacks. No use for my visions here. No use for imagination. No use for fear.

  6. Afraid to look. Afraid to peek. A glance a chance and a glimmer. Of stars shining and I make my wish into the pit where all wishes fall through never to be seen again by mortal eyes. And there my faith dies along with my visions of gold and silver and bronze. The split path crossed at the same time. One mind and heart seperated into two beings both spectral, almost godlike. An immortal death. The opening of Pandoras box unleashing the most serene and beautiful storm ever to behold your eyes. Calm but always constant, the undying will and music from Newton’s Cradle. The rage of lady moon as she coaxes the waves upon the shore. This inconsequential task, a relieving sight to behold.

  7. A single file line coded into pages of existence by the mother herself.
    Who was to be, now in the present, gifted from her imagination on to her own flesh and blood on which we have each marked.
    Countless stars falling, failing. Raindrops filling oceans that never grow
    But a mothers love is never failing even as you bleed into her skin
    All her sons and daughters buried there inside wooden sins


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    Notes: 2

    Tags: poetry

    Abstract poetry

    Ingenuity cousin to insanity

    Quick blows making marks and scars upon the white canvas of your walls.
    The same blows that the wind carries between each seed planted among the great trees of history.
    Intensifying blows drumming the beat of waves engulfing the shores in shades deeper than blue.
    The same noise from inside rooms you’ve already left. A message in morse. Contained inside a glass bottle drifting in the seas of insanity.

  9. Abstract Poetry

    I took a sip of holy water and my eyes have been cleared. Noise of the world breached as the silence reaches my ears. And my mind has been cleansed from the Devils tongue. Spirit ready to leap. Instead hunger has replaced all worldly instincts. The type of hunger that will never sate, but grow more and more each day. A quest for knowledge and a journey towards wisdom. The clues, a trail of happy candies along the way to my impending starvation. Unto my irreversible extinction.

  10. When I get old and someone young offers me their seat im going to decline politely and say, “I’m old. I dont have many more steps left to take. Take a seat. You have many more to go, and you’re going to need a little rest more than I do. Trust me.”