Abandoned.I sit within the confines of my cellAbandoned. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Disregarded, unworthy of even Hell
They keep me alive but only barely
And only talk enough to scare me
While I wait for wounds to heal
They peek in by the window sill
And fake a smile for all to see
But I know what they think of me
I hear their words behind thin walls
To hear them laugh at how I crawl
Misjudged and hated, that's all I am
Even God will not help this lamb.
In My Own AshesIn the long forgotten sands at the end of the WorldsIn My Own Ashes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By the sea where the long forgotten souls swirled
Beneath the long forgotten sky of long forgotten memories,
I saw my own face, staring back and shimmering.
Standing in my own ashes, long forgotten but existing
No longer fighting and no longer resisting;
I've long forgotten every reason to be
Lost in this oh-so long forgotten memory.
Remember to forget and forget to have forgotten
All things lost, every little thing rotten,
Frozen somewhere between logic and belief
Lost somewhere outside happiness or grief.
Standing in my own ashes, though never knowing why
Never knowing how I lived, never knowing how I died;
I go down and float in the sea of long forgotten souls
Long forgotten among these long forgotten shoals.
Death by IgnoranceDeath truly comes to those who are shunnedDeath by Ignorance in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lying, restless, in societal sleep
Death comes truly and not as a stun;
And with this death, nobody weeps.
Death comes truly to those forgotten
Lost between memory and care
Death comes truly to those begotten
In hatred's burning snare.
But above these both, Death comes the most-
And it comes so without warning;
To the rejects and outcast, it comes as a ghost,
To welcome their day each morning.
Hymn of the Master PoetsTwisting their virgin words into terrorHymn of the Master Poets in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
These men and boys who call themselves poets
I cast them down with the power of my voice!
Leaving them but ashes beneath the noise.
My words will carry the death and the doom
Spreading the blood from room to room
I'll end them all and their horrible words!
I'll see to it that they never give birth.
An end to the generation, corrupted by lies!
Their intelligence and wit shall not suffice
My punctuation is perfect, my words are precise,
My power alone shall give birth to demise!
And when it has ended, and when we're alone
We poets of power shall not grieve for the dead
Nor shall their names be engraved in stone
For we are the chosen, we live in their stead.
Apathetic PrayerAll of us are just fools, and we will be saved anyways.Apathetic Prayer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yes, but saved by whom? It is not for I to say.
I will not prove or disprove a God this day
Simply a man I am, with a price in life to pay
But I will not spend time on my knees to pray.
But though I throw my religious words to the wind
It does not mean that my will does not bend
If in need, perhaps a prayer I will send
But to pray without need is to break and not mend.
I live life as I will and I will as I please
Enjoying every moment of life, living so free
So now I throw my religious words to the trees
For I do not need them; Carry them off with the breeze.
The Soldier's Letter To HomeI write this from my death bedThe Soldier's Letter To Home in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My eyes fading in the light
Drowned in crimson red,
Drowned in shaking fright.
The enemy has won
The war now has ended
And though killed by my son
May his sins be ammended.
For this is Civil War
I cannot change the tide
So from you I implore
Do what is right.
Bury me somewhere nice
Near, and fair to look at
And forgive my son his sins;
For in war, no one wins.
Alone In The CrowdHelp me shed this cloak of confusionAlone In The Crowd in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And take me back to my home,
I'm tired of this seclusion
Slamming lies into all I've known.
I'm counting eternal hours
Numbers in nocturnal sleep.
The glass in which we shower
Can't hold back what you keep.
I want you to help me dream
And show me how to act.
From a river, into a stream;
What is it that I lack?
The gleam of your necklace
Reflects all of my want.
Is it because I was reckless?
Is it me that they haunt?
Ushered into an unwanted grave
Bound in chains, drowned in steel.
I was made into a social slave
And died as if I were not real.
Just Another FoolI've been waiting for signs of GodJust Another Fool in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is this world where isolation bears hope
Can I survive His smiting rod
In light that I am of true evil?
Fearing not the man for he does not exist
I am oh-so stubborn in this quest
If you say yes, then I will say no;
Condemned but so unlike the rest.
Ashes to ashes, but dust won't be dust
If you go there then I will go back
This belief so old though it bears no rust
I am determined to find my resolute.
Shall I say I was wrong if I were right?
Will I be smote and burned in the light?
I think not, instead I will lay in the night
My eyes eaten out by the worms.
But if I am wrong and I do find a Christ
Have no mercy on me, for I am malign.
Though I quested long this man to find
In the end I cannot say I did not expect to die.
I Am HereWhisper to me your secretsI Am Here in Free Verse More Like This
Every unintended lie
All the ill-repeated rumors
The answer to every 'why'.
Scream at me your worries
Fill my ear with your tears
Speak to me from my shoulder,
Because for you, I am here.
Dying Lover's MemoryYou and I have fallen from graceDying Lover's Memory in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Broken in this forgotten place
Dead or dying, it makes no matter
I lie now and watch my own soul shatter.
I close my eyes and try to think
Piecing together the missing link
Remembering every little thing said;
Lying in this puddle of red.
Looking to you, remembering love
Watching you sleep, graceful as a dove
And though I slowly go insane
I remember the memories which will remain.