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Dancing Deftly In The Dark

Good morning, everyone. It’s been a tough week for me. I’ve had to make some hard decisions that I didn’t want to have to make. This is, of course, how life always is. That knowledge doesn’t seem to make it any easier. I am only a man, and a young man at that. There are many things I no longer fear; experience has helped in this regard. The things I do fear, however trivial they might seem to others, are those things that experience has never seemed to make any easier. This has been my inspiration for today’s poem. I hope your heart does not break so much reading as mine did writing. It is hard to see the light when you are dancing in the dark.

There Behind My Left-Side Shoulder

I flee away from things unseen,

so very much in darkness,

have these monsters been.

My heart flits and flutters

at the touch.

Slips and falls into the gutters,

better not take on too much.

Tear drops fall

on tattered vinyl,

only wishing that it all

would be so final.

Infernos rage at the sight

of that crumbling might

which,

once upon a tear,

may have been so dear.

This, I have certainly come to fear.

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.

Trying New Things

There’s never a time when trying new things is not exciting. Recently I’ve been trying many new things, as much as possible. I’ve started writing more short stories, or perhaps excerpts of stories based on the influences I see in the world around and the work of others. Personally I think this new one is neat-o. Be warned though, it is pretty gross. Horror warning. Please enjoy.

A Man Would Scream

What am I? Trapped in a hell that feels simultaneously my own and one created by yet another monster, I scream and cry and gasp until that last little bit of air comes out. My words are cut short; my rending howls transform, slowly, into that low, uncompromising, pitiful gurgle. Perhaps if one saw my putrid, broken form, this mass of stinking flesh and hateful decay, perhaps they might believe there is a man left within. They might believe there is something left to save. There is nothing.

I am screaming. I am screaming and yet I have no mouth, no eyes, no face. I am but a featureless mass, resigned to and constrained by a fate which an unjust God has set upon me, only that when it is wolves that descend upon you in the forest do you get to die. The soft, agonizing gurgle they hear coming from this pile of meat that once was me is both my only release and my eternal torment. I do not even know that you are there.

For all eternity, it must be remembered. Those sins which I have done. Those evils which I have wrought, piercing me over and over like a Tailor who just can’t get the patch right. There is no penance for the deeds I count among mine. I deserve this. I deserve to suffer.

Leave me be, for I am not a man.