Category Archives: Self-doubt

The Plight of the Firstborn Son

Good afternoon, everyone! I have been so incredibly busy that I have hardly had the time to write though it is with a glad heart that I would present to you a new piece written by, and you may have guessed it, yours truly. While I hope that you enjoy it, I do hope that you don’t relate too strongly to the images it paints in your head. That would break my little old heart. Without further ado…

The Plight of the Firstborn Son

The plight of the firstborn son,

that one,

the only one,

his hazel eyes.

Reflections,

refractions,

green and gold and amber…

Nothing quite like him,

you know?

I look into his eyes,

my eyes,

seeing someone I never recognize;

someone I never fully realize.

His eyes, they change in the light.

If only it were,

that you could tell

what he’s supposed to be.

What is he supposed to be?

All alone

inside his head

through stained glass

I peek and peer.

What is this man?

A boy who sits upon a pew?

A man who lies when you already knew?

No pattern,

I don’t recognize…

There’s nothing all around.

The Banks of The River Lethe

Good afternoon, everyone. You have died. You stand here, like those heroes of old, on the banks of that sacred river Lethe. Your ascent to the heavenly realms of Paradiso now secured, you step carefully into the dark and starkly opaque water. Your sins, desires and memories washed away in sacred bliss. As a child again, you are innocent, no longer condemned, but redeemed. Welcome to the rest of forever. Without further ado…

Settling Debts

Haunting orbs

drift across the water.

They come towards me,

stealing away my light.

I am fading.

I flash and flicker;

I am the torch over which your fingers

quickly pass.

The specters

take my flame.

They wear it

and make themselves whole.

I am as the hearth

in that certain dearth

that follows November.

Swept away,

is all my heat.

Through the mist

is seen defeat.

I know why they’ve come:

The debt of one infernal sum.

I cannot pay,

I’m ashamed to say.

This will make their day.

Dollhouse

Good morning, everyone. A little post-halloweekend post for you to have a little fun with. That’s my piece for today. Without further ado…

Collector’s Edition

This boy,

he sparkles in the light.

Oh, how the night

gives him quite the fright.

Scared and alone,

he cannot condone

dialing a number…

Hearing the dial tone.

There he is!

In that box.

So filled it is

with pus and pox.

Walls of glass

so he can see

as things go by

and things go past.

All the while

this placid smile

plastered with that porcelain guile.

Won’t you just… stay a while?

There.

By the window.

He sees your face go past.

Perhaps this time

it won’t be the last?

There abounds a certain sadness

within which lies a certain badness

centered on that box of madness.

These walls of glass,

these eyes of brass,

should not this boy be like a doll,

always filled with gladness?

Shattered Glass

Good morning, everyone. Walking through an abandoned house, creaking floorboards and shattered glass fill these decrepit halls. It is not dark, nor lit either, though it is not hard to see where you are going. You know this house, but you can’t remember how. Nothing to fear, and yet you are here, stumbling through a place where all the details bleed together. No, there is nothing here. Still, you must remain. Walk these halls and find all the nothing there is to find. Please enjoy…

Unknowingly

What am I?

That question,

age old,

which bears no resolution.

It has haunted me;

oh, how it has haunted me.

Ghostly shadows

twist and twirl

in spectral pirouettes

that draw my eye

to something Other,

something else.

Concentration fails me

as consternation fills me

and I find myself at odds

with everything that knew me.

It is the broken mind,

not the broken heart,

that bring the dead to bear.

It’s been a long time since I saw light in there.

Falling Into Sleep

Good morning, everyone. Publishing another poem today. Who would’ve guessed? Today’s focus is on difficulty sleeping. Feel free to leave a comment with your experiences! I love hearing from you all. Without further ado…

Falling Into Sleep

That low and weary head

filled with all those lively things

that preclude me from my place in bed.

Sleeping doesn’t feel right.

Back and forth I’ve tossed

as shadows bark and bite.

Must I always be so lost?

I am in the forest again,

always searching,

never finding;

perhaps it’ll be this time, then?

The crunch of leaves underfoot

fills my ears,

from the fires in the distance

comes the soot.

So comes the ash

turning trees to cinder

and brush to tinder

while the dark alights upon my sash.

It feels as though I have a rash…