Tag Archives: love

Pillars in the Sand

Good morning, everyone! I have literally just written today’s poem. In class. Not paying much attention. I am a terrible student. I am a much better writer. Without further ado, please enjoy.

Sad Little Architect

Does it feel the way it always felt?

The way those certain words were spelt,

it feels…

Something is in all the wrong places.

Only You

are in its graces.

Built upon pillars of smoke and shadow,

this castle stands before fields most fallow.

Searching for the light of Apollo

or something meaningful to follow.

Lacking guidance,

meaning

and feeling

has left me unduly reeling.

Hallowed stones might sink beneath the sands,

ushered on by hallowed hands.

It is hard to recognize these lands.

Not a single thing which you have built still stands. 

Flitting on Forgotten Wings

Good morning, everyone! I have for you today a piece which I have freshly written, so freshly, in fact, that it still smells of warm ink and the sweat of my hands. Like warm bread, I would hope that you enjoy what I’ve managed to bake up for you today. Without further ado…

Perception of the Mass

To die upon your crossed arms,

a fall from grace so fed by charms

would be so sweet and free from harms.

It would not be

that Pontius Pilate

determines my fate,

for such a thing

now seems so trite.

Willful masters know their place,

looking in the mirror

and finding their face.

Do you not harm,

but simply farm

that sorrow which you carefully guard.

In the eyes of a dog

is reflected one ghastly visage

of one most malevolent demagogue.

Make your choice,

knowing all the while

that what you do

matters to you.

Thinking About Forever

Good afternoon, everybody. I’m having a pretty good day today. The things I thought were hard have turned out to be easy, and the things I thought would be easy became the trivial. I will spend the rest of today enjoying the beautiful sun and some time off. I hope the rest of your day, however, will be spent reading all of my wonderful poems. In that regard, I have for you a new development! Please enjoy my latest work. Without further ado…

Infinity

I thought I knew what it was to be cherished,

cared for,

doted on.

I thought I knew what it was to be loved

and I would have died for but a whisper of that

one,

single

idea.

How in my own peculiar way I expected that it would always be so.

But alas,

never was it meant to be.

It was my studying of the minutiae of this great and terrible array of feelings that led me to a single, forlorn conclusion.

I will state it thusly:

There is no such thing as infinity. The train will always hit you when you’re lying on the tracks.

It Is Written

Good afternoon, everyone. I’ve got a pretty cool little story today that I think you’ll love. Let me know what you think in the comments below. Without further ado…

Our Will Be Done

Penance? Penance. For a crime I did not commit. Why then? The sin of being born? Original and pervasive as it is throughout my bones, my nerves, my veins. Why is it I, he who requests to not be named, that must suffer the transgressions of others?

For there in their brilliance and shine is it done. The light. Seen through these eyes of mine, filtered through a red haze. Have you ever been so angry? Have you ever felt this rage?

Thy will be done, Lord. It is You, that one who hath wrought such pain and suffering. One who hath shown such endless indignation in the face of your children who, tired of your inaction, sought the help and the praise of other Gods. Perhaps, ones who might listen. Perhaps, ones who might act.

This is a world succumbed to sin, though the fault lies not with its people, but the God who chose to abandon them. A God who decided that his children were no longer worth saving. We are already in a Hell created by indecision and thoughtlessness.

It is not I who will repent when the day is done, for these crimes are not mine. They are yours, Lord. It is not we who must repent for you, but you who must sacrifice for your children. Our will be done, lest you lose your place on your golden throne.

Before The Morning Comes

Good morning, friends and all. I have not been especially prolific as of late, but I hope that means the quality of my work is increasing. Please enjoy the poem today. I like it quite a bit.

Shut Eyelids

Oh darling,

my love,

it is not you that i love any longer,

but a refraction, a mirror image,

one mark of a great love lost and gone away,

but one that I see and make real every time I close my eyes still.

You are not the one that haunts my dreams.

You are not the one who stalks my memories,

the one who flits and flutters under shut eyelids.

You are not that one.

Now they are gone,

forever lost to those greats engines that grind the sands of time.

I only wish that when it was you,

in that body of yours,

that you had decided to stay.

It could not be so.

Cannot be so.

Forever lost,

to I and yourself,

that love of ours

that made me so sad.