Angel of Ice
Heart in Ice,
cold and distant,
freeze the waters,
bring the snow,
come to me my ice angel,
trap me in your frozen cave,
you're far away now,
yet you sit right next to me,
eyes cast towards the window,
looking to the sky,
forever dreamer,
forever avoidant,
covers up fear with anger and hatred,
angel,
you are,
although you may not know it,
beauty sparkles like snowflakes around you,
child shrouded in mystery,
you sit,
quiet almost haunting,
a presence that is never acknowledged,
but always noticed,
silent like the falling snow,
angry like the bitter cold,
yet friendly,
with kindness that gives you wings,
allowing you to fly,
but fear keeps you grounded,
fallen,
in a fierce blizzard,
hidden in a blanket of white,
hopelessness makes you lost,
forever wandering the earth,
looking for the mirror of eternal reflection,
heart in ice,
soul of frost,
the fallen angel,
winter's child,
thaw your heart,
angel of ice.
written: 3/25/06
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Poetry from High School #1
Untitled
Walking happily
through the endless forest
smiling to the trees
untouched beauty
watches the light of morning
useless perfection
trapped in a dead cell
fire which burns within the soul
ending the life of the quiet forest
smoke rising into air
no longer perfect
no longer green, but burned to black ashes
still smiling
the suddenly unmasked snake
who cast her fortune to oblivion
gleaming with true happiness
now and forever telling the story of lies
the suddenness of freedom
a beautiful death.
written: 2/10/05
Walking happily
through the endless forest
smiling to the trees
untouched beauty
watches the light of morning
useless perfection
trapped in a dead cell
fire which burns within the soul
ending the life of the quiet forest
smoke rising into air
no longer perfect
no longer green, but burned to black ashes
still smiling
the suddenly unmasked snake
who cast her fortune to oblivion
gleaming with true happiness
now and forever telling the story of lies
the suddenness of freedom
a beautiful death.
written: 2/10/05
Poetry from Random College Days #5
Hybrid Forest
Run to the light one
two run from the dark
the three stop and turn
trapped somewhere in middle ground
not knowing anything
lost in a labyrinth, of ones own mind
poisoned by lies
their truth is unspoken
refusing to be revealed, in fear of a bullet to the heart
resulting is endless pain
or in a cast out scream, calling for the grim reaper
their truth is unspoken to themselves
not knowing
still stuck in that middle ground
paths are all around
but we refuse to follow the sound, of a voice calling
afraid that it's an illusion of a desperate mind
the clock ticks
for time is not forever
being stuck
scared to push forward
wastes that time
still trapped in that middle ground
it is not just the path of light and dark
right and wrong
that lie before us
it is that of which we cannot comprehend
paths made of many choices
paths made of uncertain truth
keeping us scared and still
unmoving from the middle ground
our thoughts are not our own
though we may wish to stroll down a path
we cannot
for those thoughts are made up of consequences and doubt
although we can face it
break the lock that keeps us confined in the cage of chaos
face the lies
face the truth
face the fear
perhaps it's more
that keeps stuck within the middle unable to push through
each path has one certainty
each path has one that is the same
we are stuck because it is not just doubt and lies
not just fear
and visions of pain
we stick
because that one common ground
that is laid out in all paths
is ourselves
that one common truth
is why we are stuck
why no matter how bad one wants to push forward
despite all else that holds one back
is knowing that we will encounter the doppelganger
running head first into that of which we do not want to see
until the mind works beyond the closest door
fear becoming but a notion, of something that is lost in time
we stay trapped
unable to push forward
stuck in that middle ground.
written: 12/01/06
Run to the light one
two run from the dark
the three stop and turn
trapped somewhere in middle ground
not knowing anything
lost in a labyrinth, of ones own mind
poisoned by lies
their truth is unspoken
refusing to be revealed, in fear of a bullet to the heart
resulting is endless pain
or in a cast out scream, calling for the grim reaper
their truth is unspoken to themselves
not knowing
still stuck in that middle ground
paths are all around
but we refuse to follow the sound, of a voice calling
afraid that it's an illusion of a desperate mind
the clock ticks
for time is not forever
being stuck
scared to push forward
wastes that time
still trapped in that middle ground
it is not just the path of light and dark
right and wrong
that lie before us
it is that of which we cannot comprehend
paths made of many choices
paths made of uncertain truth
keeping us scared and still
unmoving from the middle ground
our thoughts are not our own
though we may wish to stroll down a path
we cannot
for those thoughts are made up of consequences and doubt
although we can face it
break the lock that keeps us confined in the cage of chaos
face the lies
face the truth
face the fear
perhaps it's more
that keeps stuck within the middle unable to push through
each path has one certainty
each path has one that is the same
we are stuck because it is not just doubt and lies
not just fear
and visions of pain
we stick
because that one common ground
that is laid out in all paths
is ourselves
that one common truth
is why we are stuck
why no matter how bad one wants to push forward
despite all else that holds one back
is knowing that we will encounter the doppelganger
running head first into that of which we do not want to see
until the mind works beyond the closest door
fear becoming but a notion, of something that is lost in time
we stay trapped
unable to push forward
stuck in that middle ground.
written: 12/01/06
Poetry from Random College Days #4
The Fallen
Walking along the boundless sea
the dusty storm clouds gather near
to the light beyond the far reaching hand
a place of hope
a wonderland
where all is filled with danger and surprise
something to give one....meaning
on the inside
wake up
they always say
but to stay
is to stay...away
far away
from that reaching hand
that would pull one's mind from wonderland
who say
you say..not
but he and she
to run from that far off reality
but then believe
in all you see and seek
to know and to speak
but all is lost in that land
and you, I, and they
Wake Up
still in wonderland
but then the thunder cracks
Wake Up
and me, and he, and she
are here
and there
walking along the boundless sea
in the rain
with the noise and despair
but then I
look there
to find the golden teddy bears
the marshmallow clouds
and the chocolate rain
but not he, or she, or they, but me
I see
what lay ahead
and you let me....see
so then.....
to walk, I do
forward...into
the storm and I
and me
we leave
and fall into the boundless sea
to drown
in crimson ecstasy.
written: 9/20/07
Walking along the boundless sea
the dusty storm clouds gather near
to the light beyond the far reaching hand
a place of hope
a wonderland
where all is filled with danger and surprise
something to give one....meaning
on the inside
wake up
they always say
but to stay
is to stay...away
far away
from that reaching hand
that would pull one's mind from wonderland
who say
you say..not
but he and she
to run from that far off reality
but then believe
in all you see and seek
to know and to speak
but all is lost in that land
and you, I, and they
Wake Up
still in wonderland
but then the thunder cracks
Wake Up
and me, and he, and she
are here
and there
walking along the boundless sea
in the rain
with the noise and despair
but then I
look there
to find the golden teddy bears
the marshmallow clouds
and the chocolate rain
but not he, or she, or they, but me
I see
what lay ahead
and you let me....see
so then.....
to walk, I do
forward...into
the storm and I
and me
we leave
and fall into the boundless sea
to drown
in crimson ecstasy.
written: 9/20/07
Poetry from Random College Days #3
The Space Between
Control the space around you
you think,
not true
Where does the hate begin?
Is it with you?
Is it with them?
Infinite power equals endless sorrow
What are you?
An immortal being?
Is that what you think?
God of your own mind
Foolish Mortal,
God of your own insanity
silly human
Where does your reality begin?
Not with me
not with them
Twisted heart
Is your truth
inhuman thoughts
is your infinity
Stupid Human
Look Ahead,
you'll see a brick wall
Foolish Mortal
foolish man
You Control Nothing
imperfect and destructive
greedy and self-centered
That Is You
The Humanity
that is the truth
Human hatred
human hearts
Human lies
There are no gods in this world
Light doesn't mean salvation
Darkness doesn't mean evil
Stupid Humans
You Are Not Gods
foolish mortals
These are your truths
There are no longer lies to comfort you
Rulers of Denial
Merchants of Death
Humanity
Run Humans!
Fear the false Gods of this world
run humans!
Believe the false immortals
silly humans
Belief in your own fabricated lies
human
Living in your own death trap
killing your truths
Stupid humans
foolish mortals
This is us
These are your children
This is you.
written: 10/14/08
Control the space around you
you think,
not true
Where does the hate begin?
Is it with you?
Is it with them?
Infinite power equals endless sorrow
What are you?
An immortal being?
Is that what you think?
God of your own mind
Foolish Mortal,
God of your own insanity
silly human
Where does your reality begin?
Not with me
not with them
Twisted heart
Is your truth
inhuman thoughts
is your infinity
Stupid Human
Look Ahead,
you'll see a brick wall
Foolish Mortal
foolish man
You Control Nothing
imperfect and destructive
greedy and self-centered
That Is You
The Humanity
that is the truth
Human hatred
human hearts
Human lies
There are no gods in this world
Light doesn't mean salvation
Darkness doesn't mean evil
Stupid Humans
You Are Not Gods
foolish mortals
These are your truths
There are no longer lies to comfort you
Rulers of Denial
Merchants of Death
Humanity
Run Humans!
Fear the false Gods of this world
run humans!
Believe the false immortals
silly humans
Belief in your own fabricated lies
human
Living in your own death trap
killing your truths
Stupid humans
foolish mortals
This is us
These are your children
This is you.
written: 10/14/08
Poetry from Random College Days #2
The Wanderer
we are not the fantasy
the lives we live
uncertainity
i am
not what she says too
i am
who
that is unknowing
to seek far beyond the now
but we are not what we seek
she is not me
and he is she
or not
maybe
the question
an unanswered one
forgotten
in the absence of sun
i am
not what i speak
or the life i seek
then who?
you may
ask or not
and i
will never say
unanswered
for now and yesterday
but where will she stay?
under stars when the sun has gone away
that sight
i want
and fly
to fly
in that sky
and die
in the never ending sight
of that
forgotten sun
the moonless night
i am
not
what i say
or in fact the words of they
but to know
what that, the who
of which
and why
will be found
perhaps
not here
or now
but to you and all
everything
waits
for the curtain to fall
but that is no more
to stand
in the rain
looking for the sky to clear again
no
i run
into the rain
and find a place to dry again
and then
i spin
and look
and run
and stumble
and fall
and rise
not done
so i
find that
i am
not yet
but soon
yes, soon
that place
the place
where birds descend.
written: 1/04/09
we are not the fantasy
the lives we live
uncertainity
i am
not what she says too
i am
who
that is unknowing
to seek far beyond the now
but we are not what we seek
she is not me
and he is she
or not
maybe
the question
an unanswered one
forgotten
in the absence of sun
i am
not what i speak
or the life i seek
then who?
you may
ask or not
and i
will never say
unanswered
for now and yesterday
but where will she stay?
under stars when the sun has gone away
that sight
i want
and fly
to fly
in that sky
and die
in the never ending sight
of that
forgotten sun
the moonless night
i am
not
what i say
or in fact the words of they
but to know
what that, the who
of which
and why
will be found
perhaps
not here
or now
but to you and all
everything
waits
for the curtain to fall
but that is no more
to stand
in the rain
looking for the sky to clear again
no
i run
into the rain
and find a place to dry again
and then
i spin
and look
and run
and stumble
and fall
and rise
not done
so i
find that
i am
not yet
but soon
yes, soon
that place
the place
where birds descend.
written: 1/04/09
Poetry from Random College Days #1
Count Down
The noise hums
Loud in my ears
I try to cover it
Force it down
But the sound intrudes my consciousness again
Over and over
The sound grows loud
I try harder
to seek out the silence
yet I hear more sound
The shriek becomes louder still
( I must escape )
Forward I run
Footsteps hollow as I tread
The noise still resonates
An unbearable echo in my head
Flying forward
I fall through glass
I hear it no more.
written: 1/30/09
The noise hums
Loud in my ears
I try to cover it
Force it down
But the sound intrudes my consciousness again
Over and over
The sound grows loud
I try harder
to seek out the silence
yet I hear more sound
The shriek becomes louder still
( I must escape )
Forward I run
Footsteps hollow as I tread
The noise still resonates
An unbearable echo in my head
Flying forward
I fall through glass
I hear it no more.
written: 1/30/09
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