Mar 31
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My future

The gentle breeze of the sea kisses my cheeks in a red glow.
My body is heavy, the weight
Of the world pulling me down.
I can hear it all, the birds in their morning call
And the wolves who howl, their cries to the moon 
Too far to be heard.

It all feels so real, yet I know that this is 
All in my head, pounding thoughts like the
Rattles of a railway station. 
I must be dreaming, be it day or night, I can’t
Snap out of it.
It's such a weird feeling, to know I’m different. 

My mind is my whole world, where the waters 
Are warm to the touch and where ice cream
Never melts. Where pancakes are served
On Saturdays, where the smell of lilacs is ever stronger.

Sometimes, I wish to rid of my mind, to act like 
My peers. It's self-defense in a way, hiding who 
I truly am while riding in someone else's shadow.
I hide myself for years, through my high school years,
Nov 05
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Autumn Breeze

The wind blows towards me with a silent cry
The leaves speaking my name as they sway
The fresh autumn breeze finds its way
Out from the sky and into my ears

The smell of the lake, rocks, and sand
Carried by the cold autumn day
My hair sways with the sound of the cars
Rushing to get home before dark

The green blades dance and the soft dirt dries
Many old lives will start anew
Away they go with the late September 
And the warm comfort of summer skies

My feet go numb with the chill of winter coming
Replacing the birds and the bees
But with all the cold and the fresh autumn breeze
Reminds me that I am still alive
Nov 05
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Three Golden Sacks

Three golden sacks hung from a tree
Upon a summer’s day
The air blew t’wards them from the sea
Causing them to sway

Then the day had come at last
For them finally be free
They came to the world like those from their past
Soon they all will see

The first to come was on the right
Her skin and face were flush
Her hair and eyes so pure and white
Her wings a coral blush

The other came with hair like wine
And blazing fire eyes
His careful features so divine
And wings that matched the skys

As they wait for wings to dry
The branch began to shake
They looked below and to the sky
And the other began to awake

As the sack began to break
Liquid seeped out the crack
The fluid seemed to be a lake
The color a rotten black

The siblings looked upon the slime
The opening growing wide
The earth had stop along with time
Nov 05
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The Stranger

I find myself looking at the sky at night
The firepit ablaze
I lay awake for hours despite
The coming of working days

The fire is low and darkness silent
My feet are sore from stones
The pain on my hands is sharp and violent
With feelings of broken bones

The snap of a twig sent my mind to wake
My eyes looked to and fro
The sight of a figure, a makeshift snake
His skin a pure white glow

“Who’s there?” I yelled, my voice a squeak 
“Show yourself to me!” 
I heard a shuffle, suttle and weak
His body down on one knee

Within the glow of the flaming ember
Came a man in black
His attire fit for a cold September
Holding a brown twine sack

“Be not afraid,” he said to me
His eyes as black as night
“I have brought some food with me
Would you like a bite?” 

He held out a biscuit within his hand
I stared and took it in haste
Mar 23
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A Letter From Your Retired Servant

(Slam Poem)

Dear god, dear creator,
dear maker of my suffering.
Do you remember me? 
Or is this some chance 
reunion to return my pain? 
I already sent that pain to you 
and now come to send it back? 
As if my love for you wasn’t 
enough, do you think it was 
just another burden to bare? 

Were all these years of pain 
and plastic smiles forced up 
by delicate needles all for not? 
Well, to you this letter, this note 
of burning anger and terrible sadness.
A letter from your retired servant. 

Dear god, I remember the day I 
learned about you, I remember 
the day I cast my glossy eyes 
to the heavens above and tried 
to see if you were looking back. 

I remember that day. It was dark 
from little puffs of smoke emitting 
the air from smelly sticks of 
incense, the floor was hard and 
wooden slithers stuck in my small 
Mar 13
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The Witch's Song

Can you hear the voices calling
They are all around you
The fairies fly and the leaves are falling 
But you’re falling too

A comet glides through the stars above us 
Oh so comely in the sky
The copper tree with its rifts full of rust
And their heinous lies. 

We will lay in the warmth
With the birds and the bees
But they wonder if you’re worn 
From the peace that you see

A nightingale sings its song of freedom
With golden bells that ring
A widowed man with his song of wisdom
Plays his withered string

In the darkness of the sea 
The golden moon shines bright
So won't you come with me
Upon its pathway of light

All the wars withdrawal 
From the black as dark as ink
'Cause think they're small
But they're bigger than they think

Under stars bright as day
We head off to skies of blue
But we move the other way
Mar 13
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The Harbinger

Once upon a time, there lived a man with crimson eyes. This man lived his lonely life in solitude, awake but unaware of the darkness that surrounded him, going about his time as all did. But this man wasn’t as ordinary as one might think, so this man was once a king. He has ruled his kingdom for many years, taking the place of his father, and his father’s father, and many generations back. He ruled with the combination of his father’s might, and his mother’s heart of gold, making him one of the most astounding rulers his kingdom has ever seen.
Mar 11
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Take Me To Another Place

Take me to another place 
So I can see another sky
I can see your pretty face
And all the birds are flying high

All my hopes are slim to none
All throughout the passing day
I wait and wait for you to come
While the children stay away

Years of darkness in this cell
With only critters coming by
No one hears me when I yell
“Why oh why can’t I?”

The chain around is tight and thick
A rash begins to form on me
If only I can make it quick
Even if I beg and plea

Your gaze if fine and heart is pure
As you look at me again
When you come I can’t be sure
But when you do I’ll see you then
Mar 11
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Flying Among Stars

The sun has cast upon the hill
Along with summer’s past
All was quiet and all was still
As if this day would last

Time and time we waited here
Trying to see the signs
For us to leave without a tear
No shivers down our spines

But then today we came and saw
The light we’ve longed to see
The golden light in burnt brown straw
Which lifted towards the sea

As we soared into the sky
In the passing night
I’ve never even questioned why
We flew into the light
Oct 09
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Blackened Somber

I came to her in burning light,
When everyone was lost.
Her mind and soul once pure and bright,
Had melting layers of frost.

My home is hidden and obscure,
My body cold and hushed.
Left alone with no known cure
With no one left to trust.

Sad, I was, and all alone,
With nothing left to lose.
I climbed upon my darkened throne
My monsters for me to choose.

As my minions lined with pain
Crept up to my feet,
The void began to fill with rain
Now soft for us to eat.

Years and years I made my mark
made her truly believe,
That she had only lived in dark
Then left to weep and grieve.

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