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Train Wreck
Thunder pressing, blind torment
Lightning pulsing, gloom obscured
Fires burning, ash and smoke
Broken pieces all around
Twisted metal, rail and stock
Jagged crevice, earthen scars
Madness trailing, pain entombed
Suppressed chaos breaking free
Haunting siren, scarce too late
Panic ceding, feeling numb
Final exhale, lasting breath
Slowly finding sweet release
- 23 November, 2009
20091120
20090630
II words
two words.
all it takes.
two words.
armor evaporates.
two words.
atop the world.
two words.
emotions swirl.
two words.
said in a flash.
two words.
ripped through me like a gash.
all it takes.
two words.
armor evaporates.
two words.
atop the world.
two words.
emotions swirl.
two words.
said in a flash.
two words.
ripped through me like a gash.
20090528
Firefly (working title)
Written with the original title "Firefly" though after completing the verse, it no longer seemed as applicable as it did when I started. I may use it for future lines, if the words and rhythms come together. Also written in part because of a gentle push from a stranger... thank you... your anticipation of my next post helped open the ink gates.
Firefly (working title)
Sweetly scented wind in sun
Grass and vine sway in the breeze
Stream o'er bedrock loves to run
Leaves all giggle with the trees
Quiet still and thinking oft
Seeing worlds within his own
Fiery soul yet speaking soft
Till the need for sharper tone
Waning sun and waking moon
Stars gaze Earthward from their height
Darkness deepens none too soon
Shadows dance in failing light
Sneaking out at dusk to play
Eyes aglow in pure delight
Naught but evil be his prey
Ever will he wage this fight
- 04 June, 2009
*note to self* doesn't feel finished...
Firefly (working title)
Sweetly scented wind in sun
Grass and vine sway in the breeze
Stream o'er bedrock loves to run
Leaves all giggle with the trees
Quiet still and thinking oft
Seeing worlds within his own
Fiery soul yet speaking soft
Till the need for sharper tone
Waning sun and waking moon
Stars gaze Earthward from their height
Darkness deepens none too soon
Shadows dance in failing light
Sneaking out at dusk to play
Eyes aglow in pure delight
Naught but evil be his prey
Ever will he wage this fight
- 04 June, 2009
*note to self* doesn't feel finished...
20090325
Futures (Lover's Plea)
Written with thoughts of Ace overseas. To liquid born, from patterns formed... the future worth fighting for. A belief that war, while ugly, is necessary.
Futures (Lover's Plea)
Softly shining light below
stars still beckon across the sea
showing things I'll never see
Recalling times of years ago
Perfect past within turned grey
flowers falling and judgment binds
hidden truths take blood to find
By your side forever I'll stay
Through the blowing dirt and sand
softly is heard a lover's plea
when you're done come back to me
'Gainst the world together we'll stand
Nightmares cease replaced by love
a monster never have you been
you made the world safe again
Futures borne from patterns above
- 25 March, 2009
Futures (Lover's Plea)
Softly shining light below
stars still beckon across the sea
showing things I'll never see
Recalling times of years ago
Perfect past within turned grey
flowers falling and judgment binds
hidden truths take blood to find
By your side forever I'll stay
Through the blowing dirt and sand
softly is heard a lover's plea
when you're done come back to me
'Gainst the world together we'll stand
Nightmares cease replaced by love
a monster never have you been
you made the world safe again
Futures borne from patterns above
- 25 March, 2009
20081215
Ground
A 'read and respond' type of verse... haven't done this in much too long, but I like the way things turned out... sometimes a little inspiration is needed :)
Ground
Unsteady ground lies beneath
empty fields of sand
watching you drown by my hand
falling underneath
Illusions scream soft their lies
never knowing truth
lost in ever-loving youth
growing oft more wise
One more trip around we take
til our days of death
understanding found in breath
fairy tale in wake
I feel you still, all around
angst and love akin
it is from here we doth begin
on unsteady ground
- 15 December, 2008
Ground
Unsteady ground lies beneath
empty fields of sand
watching you drown by my hand
falling underneath
Illusions scream soft their lies
never knowing truth
lost in ever-loving youth
growing oft more wise
One more trip around we take
til our days of death
understanding found in breath
fairy tale in wake
I feel you still, all around
angst and love akin
it is from here we doth begin
on unsteady ground
- 15 December, 2008
20081213
Set Free
Not done, not right, not right now...
Set Free
This maybe-love has me crying
tears of joy and seas of sadness.
Deep within I feel like flying,
crashing, laying down and dying.
Death beckons you and calls to me
in dark of night by moon and stars.
Things as they are should never be,
no time remains to set you free.
Free from all that holds and binds you;
misery caused by one held dear.
Descending now, thoughts come unglued,
taken, twisted, perhaps abused.
Set Free
This maybe-love has me crying
tears of joy and seas of sadness.
Deep within I feel like flying,
crashing, laying down and dying.
Death beckons you and calls to me
in dark of night by moon and stars.
Things as they are should never be,
no time remains to set you free.
Free from all that holds and binds you;
misery caused by one held dear.
Descending now, thoughts come unglued,
taken, twisted, perhaps abused.
20081031
Three Days
A year ago I thought "only a year from now...."
Three Days
Three days to go
a year ago
we would have walked
a leaf-laden path
in the cold
refreshing
rejuvenating
cold
Three days to go
a year ago
I would have danced
a star-struck path
into your arms
death-dealing
soul-saving
arms
Three days to go
a year ago
you would have traced
a sand-stormed path
into my arms
non-judging
just-holding
arms
Three days to go
a year ago
we would have forged
a moon-lit path
into forever
redeeming
conceiving
forever
- 28 October, 2008
Three Days
Three days to go
a year ago
we would have walked
a leaf-laden path
in the cold
refreshing
rejuvenating
cold
Three days to go
a year ago
I would have danced
a star-struck path
into your arms
death-dealing
soul-saving
arms
Three days to go
a year ago
you would have traced
a sand-stormed path
into my arms
non-judging
just-holding
arms
Three days to go
a year ago
we would have forged
a moon-lit path
into forever
redeeming
conceiving
forever
- 28 October, 2008
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