Stormy

A torrent of maybes 

in an ocean of what-ifs. 

A tempest, a flurry,

a whirlwind of hopes, 

of dreams, of aspirations. 

Undermined by doubt. 

Circle

You draw a circle

It shrinks

It splits

It multiplies 

You draw another circle

It splits

It shrinks

It multiplies

You draw a line

Absence

It is in the void

where all dread resides.

Photographs

..and there we are. 

There will we be. 

Reduced to photographs.

Goodbye

It is by the weight of goodbyes that we measure the sorrows of wanting.

Solar

You live for one,

Amoungst moon and stars.

And no morning here can greet you. 

The sun does turn 

And in ardor burn

But my warmness doth not reach you.

I wanted good morrow. 

And instead got sorrow.

For my light may never meet you.

End

The end is but a more familiar beginning. This much I know.

True story

Is truth something spoken between friends Or something understood between enemies? 

Source

It all looks good on a billboard

Framed

True beauty is candid and unsettling. 

Cold hands

Yes,

Even great fires wither;

but it is always the frigid air that reminds us.

Vamp

They paint their faces

and run fearlessly into the darkness. 

Chrysopoeia

It is said it'll come around one day.

But when it comes it doesn't stay.

It lived once. (Quite in decay)

But thusly faded anyway. 

Upon itself it did consume.

But space itself became it's doom.

And thoughts of leaving always loomed.

In of itself 

This unity

Detached without impunity.

And so destined it was to be

Sadly lost to history.

True death is

the loss of memory.

So as not to reciprocate this tragedy.

Mad Love pt. 2

This mouse in a maze.

You run to a cage.

Where safety's incentive 

was how well it pays. 

You ran from a lion. 

But there's no denyin'

There's love and there's life 

and you can't have it both ways. 

Mad Love

The moon gives in to morning

like a servant in a chain.

The rhythmic dawn of wanting

Many lifetimes lived in vain. 

For what great release can harbor you?

What great reunion sought?

When blindness has come over you

and sunrise's light waits for you not. 

Mourn the Great Ouroboros

Here lies the great Ouroboros.

Who didn't see

Who didn't hear

Who didn't move or care.

Who never heard your prayers

Who wasn't really there. 

His tail in cheek

His nostrils weak.

His teeth were ground to dust.

His thoughts remain a mystery

Though his fate was surely just. 

Indifference was his legacy.

Omniscience was his curse. 

And though he died a lonely death

He swore companionship was worse.  

Ouroboros

I am the great Ouroboros. 

A ghastly dragon, I.

Unmatched I am in dreadfulness 

From my indifference shall you die.

But my teeth do gnash 

My sight unmatched

My sense of smell; pristine.

In matters of my own thoughts

My perception is quite keen.

I am the one.

The absolute.

Self-sufficient; without fail.

Of persons I know everything.

So my companion is my tail.

I am the feared Ouroboros 

No need of you have I.

For from myself I can sustain

While you eat yourselves alive.

Counter

A year unrequited.

The fascination deep

Alluring. 

Enthralling. 

Destined to seek asylum.

To eagerly reach for oblivion

 

Before the whirling birth of kinship

Where wretched lonely souls glare expectedly for salvation. 

It comes not in the form of sunlight.

It comes not in the day. 

But in the final waning moments of midnight.

Chicken

You can retire in an erratic fashion. 

Simple, obsolete contributions.

It was destiny that lay the golden egg.

Faith in you broken

Split and spilt and coagulated in open air

The growing golden friendship 

Aborted  

Unbound by silence.

Air braided between a thousand voices. 

Echoes vanish on the road to joy

And only white noise remains

That static existence. 

The only one I've ever know. 

And I'm too chicken to try again.