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.
UnappreciatedI spill my heart into a pageUnappreciated in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Using my blood as ink upon my pen
And take note of the wars I wage
Wars that I know I can't win.
But I try and try to satisfy
The many people that I love,
But sometimes I want to ask them why;
Why do they treat me so rough?
But I know the why much too well
I do not benefit them in any way,
With nothing to give, nothing to sell,
They kick and punch as they may.
HumanI believeHuman in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That you never have to be alone
And I believe
That you don't have to blend in.
By all the ways that you've grown
And I'm relieved
By all the ways that you've sinned.
You're only human
And I never expected any more
Nothing but human
With only one skin to have worn.
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.
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.
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.
I Am No FoolI am no foolI Am No Fool in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I do not follow blindly.
It is my moral rule
To reward uniquity kindly.
I am not a sheep
I have my own bad habits.
From the mainstream I leap
Like a little outcast rabbit.
But this rabbit is no fool
I like to think I'm an individual
I am a dull rock among jewels
But my quality to theirs is residual.
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.
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.