Tag Archives: stars

Ein Herz aus Stahl

If only my heart were made of iron. If only my mind were made of steel. If only I could be the man in the moon, hiding away a million miles away, far from all the things that have been transgressed upon me. Enjoy the poem, friends.

The Book

A book of truths

and of lies,

bound in skin,

threaded by sinews.

Its ink is bloody

but pages paper.

May your fear never taper

and may your vision be muddy,

for your falsehoods here are written.

I only wish I could be smitten.

How the pages tell the story of my heart,

its every pump and every artery

in its every part.

Reading, you can almost hear the beating.

Oops… A paper cut.

Relaxing, Are You?

Afternoon, friends and all others. I hope you’ll all enjoy the poem today. Reading it should be like writing it, you’ll smell the sea and feel the sand, the cool shade of the tree you’re sitting under, and just, finally, be able to breathe. Without further ado…

Under a Tree

On a cloud above the rest,

not the ground we so detest,

peering down at all the ants

as gulls pirouette and dance.

Fearing there upon the shore

there might be some kind of door

to that place I’d like to go.

Much anticipation does it sew.

By the sea

there is a tree

under which I’ll sit

for just a bit,

think a while

and maybe I’ll smile.

Can’t Wait To Live It!

Afternoon, everybody! Got another fun little poem for you here. Please enjoy, friends.

Can’t Wait To Live It

It just doesn’t make any sense!

That’s all I’ve got to say.

So many times I’ll say it

in exasperation!

Wearing a dunce cap,

i ask again,

“Why doesn’t it make any sense!”

I find no answer in the empty space around me.

So why do I continue to float around in empty space,

asking questions of the stars,

stars who might never answer?

Well what else would you have me do?

I’ll float and float until I’m found

and then I’ll tell my story.

They’ll write books and songs about me!

They’ll never know the best parts of the story!

I can’t wait to live them.

Inspired By The Stars

Afternoon, friends! The stars as my muse, I have written for you a monologue, one you may find interesting. It is less of a poem but in the same format. I’d like to think it’s a part of the lore I have built up in secret, awaiting some slow release that may finally culminate in an understanding of one final work. We shall see. Please enjoy.

A Monologue

Futility at its best.

You’ve come to restore the Empire.

Your putrid little thing.

It withers and dies as we speak.

How could you ever hope to keep it alive?

It being so rife with decay and abuse.

I watched as my world was destroyed.

Burned to a crisp.

The surface turned into a most luminant molten glass

along with my family.

I will tear you apart,

piece by piece,

and show you a most vehement, vociferous suffering.

In reflection of my own.

I have hunted you for many years.

I am glad to have found you now,

on the precipice of higher achievement.

His Majesty’s last admiral.

So shall there be none more.

I come for the emperor now.

Vacation!

Hi all, my apologies for not letting you know beforehand. I left today for vacation and most likely will not be back until Sunday. I may post some writing that I do on the trip once I get back, but I will not be posting again until then. Thanks everybody for reading and sticking with me!