Earth: Prologue
Things exist in the universe that you can barely imagine. Myths and legends can come to life, and fantasy can become reality. Nightmares can live, breathe, and can chase you and your fears. Death, life, war, and peace can all merge into one long,...
Poem #81: Lights
_Lights_ Something in the air breathes I can see it in the frosty air But I do not see anyone there Maybe I just have selective blindness Or maybe I've gone mad Either way, I see wafts of frosty breath Appearing at regular intervals As I walk...
Poem #76: The Hourglass
_The Hourglass_ The sounds of an hourglass Are small, but exist. Its affects upon the mouse are none indeed But the effects on man are greater For the man feels rushed and hurried To complete his task in the time allotted. He hurries to complete...
Poem #80: Ghost
_Ghost_ There is something in the air Something I cannot see I feel the passing there She has been torn away from me Someone I cannot see Listen to the reasoning Of the blissful child Running through the air blustering Where the hedge is wild...
Poem #79: Upon a Star
_Upon a Star_ Sometimes I look into the sky And wish the stars were always there To see me and reassure me Because I do Find reassurance in the stars. They twinkle and burn bright A million little lights Watching over me. Yet the sky is...
Poem #78: Toast
_Toast_ The edges are strong but weak Crumbling into tiny pieces That scatter across the plate. Red hot metal burns Its marks and its heat into The soft bread Making it harder And crumbier The soft butter Melts into each pore of wheat...
Poem #77: Carjacking Bikers
_Carjacking Bikers_ To steal from another person Is to spit on his day Laugh at his normalcy Or happiness or sadness For an entire 24 hours And he barely remembers it The next day Hopefully. Is to punch the smile from his face Take his...
Poem #75: Tapestry
_Tapestry_ "Unexpected meetings occur in a forest" Is the title of the first painting I look at in the art museum Lined up, in a row, with a bunch Of other paitings done By the same artist. The gallery isn't large, It's actually quite small,...
Poem #74: Wading
_Wading_ Going through a breakup Is like wading through a sea Of french fries Before it begins, You think it will be delightful Almost like a dream come true. It is unpleasant while you are wading And even though you like the taste Of french...
Poem #73: In Sleep
_In Sleep_ 1. A Dream When I used to dream I dreamt up a fantasy Where I was with Ms. Perfect I even daydreamed of our lives Together, side by side. The dreams faded into nothing Nothing but memories. 2. A Nightmare As I lie next to him I...
Poem #72: Our Questions
_Our Questions_ Life doesn't just give us the answers To our questions We have to wait for our minds to find the answers That it seeks. And this takes time. Time that not everyone is willing to spend On just waiting for answers to appear. Not...
Poem #71: A Snow Globe
_A Snow Globe_ Sometimes I envision the world as a snow globe Full of snow globes Each person is a little snow globe; Each with their own problems And their own personalities, Little flakes that fly through the air. Each person seems to ignore...