Poetry

There is always a pause Before death finally comes A moment that lingers Between so very different worlds After such labor And such pain When the breathing Becomes so rapid It screeches out Screaming its way Out of your dry mouth Each breath is an effort Like no other As your lungs heave Trying to keep going Knowing you are almost there The race is almost over Your time has come As your eyes Hang open In deep empty sockets That have become As dark as a storm Watching every movement Knowing it will be your last You will ever see Hoping to find an answer To all the questions You still had left Your fingers twitch desperately Try to fix All the things left broken Your skin prickles Trying to feel All that was never known Your legs become restless Trying to run that last Stretch of the race When suddenly you hear it The noise you have been waiting for Dying for inside A soft yet urgent call So you let your muscles loosen And forget about all else There is nothing left to see Nothing left to touch All that is left broken Shall remain that way forever And the race Is finally complete As your breathing slows A smile plays On your cracked lips You know it is time to go Then the world seems to stop Standing on its toes Then the long pause And you are no more

Old bones creak As I stand Dust falls From my heavy shoulders Raining down On old wooden floors Both wood and bone Creak in protest Stand up Come now old one There is much to be done Your time hasn’t come The day still awaits The birds are still singing The flowers are blooming So drop your Cloak of age Let if fall Slip from your shoulders Once weighed down By a burden About knowledge and age Let it pool on the floor Step over it Leave it behind Stand up There is much To be done Old mistakes to fix Old friendships to mend There is time There is time Watch the sun fall And the moon rise Smell lavender Dancing in your home Welcome winter The coming storm Open your arms And scream To no one About nothing Whisper out your misery Bow to destiny It’s time to wake up Leave behind Your worries And regrets Of those you leave behind Stand up Smile at death Greet him nicely And say “I have been waiting for you” He will smile back at you And say “Stand up there is much work to be done”

There is a banshee Standing on my window sill Looking through frosted glass With eyes that always see Hollow and empty They stare onward frigidly Black as coal Burrowing into me A porcelain face Frozen forever In a horrified scream An abomination A disgrace It taps its cold fingers On my window panes Begging pleading to be let in Frozen forever in many winters It beckons sadly Trying to warn me A sign or forwarding Of ending tragically A banshee is telling me There is death On my doorstep Weeping and crying It is trying to warn me To make my ends meet Before death can ever find me It is telling me in the end There is no place left to hide When winter comes The breeze brings a whisper Of forewarned death And a child too foolish To bear heed to a banshees warning Of death on my window sill

I personally am not a fan of haikus, they don’t mean much to me, but I got bored so here are some little useless haikus of mine. Uncertainty lives In the eyes of the wicked Where sin is just sin Remember the names Of the forgotten and lost For no one else will Know your hearts true grief Behold your life’s agonies There is nothing left Don’t despair dear child Monsters bumping in the night You are not alone

This poem was based off of the legend of a river in Hades, that once you step foot into, your memories are washed away causing total forgetfulness. Be my guide To the river banks Walk with me Through darkness So I may Find the light That has been absent From my life For what feels like An eternity in darkness Hold my hand And sing to me A soft melody To sooth my raging heart Lead me to The waters edge Where memories are erased Where past are forgiven And forgotten ...

A tall tree Like a sentry guard A world full Of controversy And falling stars Yelling and screaming You tear out my hair Betrayal afoot A friend afraid To cry Shattered pieces Wings are torn Pictures of friends Ripped to pieces Wake up And smell the ashes There is blood To be had Once friends forever Are no more A promise never upheld Sadness builds another wall Forming a shell Hiding away from all

The little girl knelt Her hands together And head bowed She prayed She asked for Forgiveness She pleaded for Guidance She begged for Repentance She wept for Redemption She prayed hoping for an answer That never came She picked up her head Her soft hair falling And looked at the stars She asked silently God why don’t you answer me Yet no answer came She prayed every night For the rest of her life Waiting for that answer That never came Faithfully she returned Every night and knelt She refused to loose hope Hands together And head bowed She prayed She always listened But no word came But still she believed That he was waiting And watching over her He never did help her He never reached down To a child on her knees And said to her It is all right, you can go now You can go free He left her all alone Her parents didn’t understand Then her children didn’t understand And then her grandchild didn’t understand But she didn’t ask For their understanding Just to be heard ...

Some say the best poetry Is written spontaneously Starts with a line and grows Snaking upward to it’s full potential So here is a poem Without meaning or purpose It floats empty knowing it means nothing Each word spilled out Carelessly and without love Callously crumpled up And unfolded again A second chance at life Rising from the ashes Born again, whole and new But still it bears the scars of old Written on its skin Each scar bearing a story A note of a different life Of a different person So where will you go With new meaning and purpose Who will take you in Love you with a blind heart Giving with empty hands A person opening their soul To someone they don’t know Opening up to a new meaning Give chance a chance Trying to find light In a world of darkness A means for war In times of peace A person wondering through snow With no shoes Or intent to survive Would you give your eyes To help another open theirs Give yourself to someone new Just to see what would happen On the roll of a dice Take one last chance Stroll in the horizon Don’t look back over your shoulder There is nothing left behind you But hands that will drag you down Be free let go of them Walk on glass or through fire Just to feel who you are A kiss to a stranger You will never know A random impulse to live Or a spontaneous choice to die It all lies in your hands All you have to do is reach out Grasp onto destiny And don’t let it go Hold on tight or they will carry you away The ties are pulling but you must be strong You must not bend or break Now you must make your final choice To be spontaneous and choose As I have chosen.

Strangely enough, this poem started out being about a fox. Weird I know, some things just evolve as you write them. Come you trickster Come play with me We are so alike Know every trick In the trade Why do you hide? Oh trickster of mine Show the world your true colors Lay down your cards The games almost over Time to see The true end Why do you run? When is it you Who holds the cards The world is yours To be had Resting gently In your palm Yet here you run With your tail Between your legs Some trickster You turned out to be You who cannot Play the game We live by mercilessly Come play with me Our dying breed We’ll see who wins We who are common Must stick together For we are dying company Few and far between Feared and revered We walk the land One king left standing The tricksters are gone Exiled and discarded For fear of who we are A dying race Who always wins Come my trickster It is time to begin

I looked out the window My chin resting on my open palm The glass fogged As I peered out Cars filled with people Some lonely, some afraid, some dead inside Some looking for life, and some giving up on it Trees blending into one another Black top, yellow lines Black top, yellow lines I pulled up my sleeve And wipe away the clouds Forming on my window I watch more cars pass by In a hurry to reach nowhere Each face in the car Blank as they stare forward Eyes only on the destination Not the beauty on the way A car pulls along side us Silver and low to the ground A mom talking on the phone But in the back Sat a little girl She was looking out of her window Right at me For a moment I just stared back It felt like an eternity That our eyes were latched together In that instant I knew her I knew her whole life And I am sure she knew mine She was the daughter ignored She made her own world Because the one she had Had no place for her in it I could see her parents in her eyes Arguing, yelling She heard it all through thin walls And cried herself to sleep at night She was the odd man out Always the child in the back seat She didn’t need them Or their fickle love She had all she needed But not all she wanted She made her own way Through a treacherous life And always would I raised my hand And waved to her I smiled and nodded slightly And she did the same And our cars moved on Our worlds separated Just a moment That our worlds touched I wonder what she saw in my life What she thought Of a stranger through a car window I just sat back and smiled My mom looked over at me and smiled back “What are you smiling at?” “Nothing” I reply Because no one could understand How I understood So I keep her world a secret Locked tightly away Of a daughter ignored And a world passing by