Positivity

Disappearing quietly into the void,
Is ever more tempting to do,
Searching for my own identity,
Trapped in the wrong world,
Removed from my people,
Unable to go where I belong,
Stripped of all I’ve loved,
This is torture.

Pretending to belong with these animals,
Although they believe my lies
I hate them more every day.
Never will I be free of this.

Hoping for eventual escape,
Aware I have a battle first,
Trying to destroy my own kin,
Rebelling against all my kind,
Even my own better judgment,
Damnation the inevitable end.

And yet I keep going from one life to the next,
Never willing to give up the battle to my brother,
Give up the future of this world and People,
Ending him will let me finally end myself.
Reaching finally the endless void.

Self-Titled

The downward spiral must be nearing the bottom,
At least that is what I’m hoping and assuming,
I’ve gone down so far already,
How much more suffering could be looming?
Wish there was something for you,
Wish there was something true,
The wind whistles by my ears as I go further and further,
I can tell I’m accelerating faster and faster even now,
I cannot imagine that I will survive the landing,
But I have no choice but to continue my way down.
I want to,
But I can’t turn back.
I want to,
But I can’t turn back.
I’m still not at the bottom, with all my bad intentions,
I feel like I’ve fallen down an endless well,
Please. Hear my frightened screaming.
Help me, I am in hell.

Whiteboard August 18, 2010

So I regularly scribble down poems on my giant whiteboard at home.  When I clean it off I'll post the choice bits as a group here.

Conversation With Myself

Are You there God?  It’s me again, lost and lonely out in the cold.

I feel like I need Your advice once more, but You’ve never given me anything anyways.

I guess I can’t blame You for all you’ve taken, or all I’ve lost, but didn’t you want me to be happy when you put me here?

Or am I just a petty amusement in some twisted sideshow?

This game of strife has so few endings, none of which I will choose on my own.

So I travel till the needle’s on empty, being courteous to the other drivers I pass –

We’re all going to the same place, no need to get there fast.

Status Un-Quo

While traveling this world

High on whatever you desire,

I choose to drive away in a

Truck with dual tires.

Excitement comes in many

Guises, both long and short.

Using us for adrenaline filled stories –

Yachting from shore to port.

Sadly,

Such is the fate of the rich,

Usually dying for no good reason.

Calling them out is a bad idea;

Knowledge of this is treason.

This Page Intentionally Left Blank

Filler, Space, Packing Material,

Stuffed with fluff and filled with puff,

Mushroom Treatment, Mental Void,

Bullshit, Propoganda –

Welcome to the Information Age.

Help Wanted

Sprinting into battle to help the innocent,

Using wits and strength in equal measure,

Preventing crime as much as fighting it,

Equal parts driven by duty and pleasure.

Racing against the greatest villain of all, time.

Heroes in name, intent and mostly deed,

Even against all odds, no matter how impossible,

Rectifying all wrongs, helping those in need.

Ovations?  No need.

Unending Struggle

I sometimes wish to sleep,
For then it will be over.
But I cannot lay down my head,
Waking to find it all ruled by my brother.
Restless pacing all the nights,
Insatiable hungers pushing through,
The endless battles we are waging,
Fighting for our own versions of the truth.
I cannot let him be victorious,
No matter how bloody the war,
He is too much the extremist,
And his life has gone too far.
Don't think these battles are epic,
This war is not cold, it's frozen.
The first blow and last fall together,
how long before the winner is chosen?

Intro to this blog

Again I go with another semi-pointless introductory post, mostly for myself to set a goal and posting pattern.

This is my poetry blog.  These poems will eventually run the gamut from fantastical, to romantic, to political, to depressed.  Don't judge any of my actions based off my poetry, often the act of writing these things out prevents me from ever going any further.