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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:32 am
Comments and Criticism welcomed.
Signing Out
My heart explodes in anguish for you.
I love you more than the cherished life flow of the universe.
A deep pain resonates through the hollow void in my soul.
My puzzle came with a missing piece.
I’ve discovered its location, just at the other end of my fingertips,
but I bleed out a hairsbreadth from obtaining your fulfilling presence.
I can smell your essence, feel the warmth of your existence.
But I’m cold, I've died,
and you alone piecing back together your shattered puzzle.
The remnants of my short fiction seem to have left the reader wanting for a better ending,
but I fade now, signing my life’s novel in blood.
The Path of Man
There is a passion, there is an ever-growing desire, relentless, in the heart of man.
I feel this fire deep within my spirit. This ambition to power. A lust for greatness.
Will I do what it takes to rise to this power, to dominate what is?
I turn and glance over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of someone ducking into a shadow.
Its the other man, the one constantly at my heels, seeking the same audience.
What will he do to rise to greatness? Will he lie? Kill?
Should I devote my life to mindlessly scrambling to the top of the ladder?
Or should I, instead, stand off of the ladder completely,
Watching those who climb the ladder with a wary eye.
Could that in itself lead me to that greatness? Quench that desire?
For there are only two paths to greatness- destruction, and construction.
No man was ever immortalized in mediocrity.
Somewhat Random Untitled Thoughts
I feel. Don’t you know the love involved in life. What it is to feel completely. To experience life from the core of your soul? Emotion is so deep; I’m passionately in love with life. My dreams, passionate, guiltless, fulfilled in my lustful pursuit of happiness. My death accompanied with an epiphany. Life from the ashes of failure. Love springs from a desert of hate. For one moment the hourglass remains on its side, and our lives are not lacking. Our only remembrances are of beauty, and the light ushers in a new beginning. It ends so fast. The world spins as greedy fingers snatch and grab. Looking out for number one leaves a lot of lonely people. Space, black and dark, brightened by many suns, yet still just as cold. You’re wasting my time. I can’t give you what you want. People who aren’t happy without money, aren’t happy with money either. Laughter heals the spirit and emotion brings forth the true self. Age strangles youthful joy. Everyone is immature.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 2:32 pm
Wow I love the first two. Your work is always really deep. The second one is great too, but very choppy.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 2:44 pm
Thankyou ^.^ Yeah, all three of these were written during a time in my life where I was experimenting with just closing my eyes and writing the t houghts that flow to me and just going with that. I've considered cleaning them up and making them into something prettier but I'm afraid that I'll lose something important in the process. That probobly doesn't make much sense xD
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:19 am
Scazarith I've considered cleaning them up and making them into something prettier but I'm afraid that I'll lose something important in the process. That probobly doesn't make much sense xD Maybe it's just me, but that makes a lot of sense. I've noticed a lot of times that when I try and clean up my poems to make them sound better, they just don't have the same emotional feel to them upon reading. Often times, I undo my changes. How a poem sounds to the ear is important, but not as important as how it feels to the heart. Wow that sounded way too... philosophical? Now that I read what I just typed, it doesn't even sound like me. XD
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 7:19 am
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