Poetry & Art

I’m going for a stroll tonight
Through the woods without a fright
Tired of putting up this fight
I need to escape from this life

Stars above me
Ground below
wind whispering all my dark secrets yet untold
I wander for miles
Looking up at the stars
My head teeming with voices
Who tell me a thousand lies

I take another step
To the edge of the world
As I look into the valley
I don’t feel the cold
But a strange sense of peace
For what’s about to unfold
I look up one last time
And kiss the stars goodbye
The voices now silent
As my […]

Chemicals like drugs
They feel like they come from my best friend
You think me a coward but I am a warrior
With many voices in my head
When I looked around and I reached out
I saw no alternative

And God rest, God rest our souls
And this substance is the only comfort I know
He’s been hurting for a while
Can we cut this man some slack
And let him lie down, let him lie down

Alanis Morissette, Rest

I see the scythe
wanting it to come closer
knowing my day will come
I ponder

who will mourn
who will cry
who will follow in my footsteps
and who will simply
not bat an eye

people are confusing
they say one thing
but think the other
once my friend
now a stranger

what will they do
when the farmer strikes
and takes me away

“Mother in Arms”

The world, in its glorious wonder

     Will burn down its wretched inhabitants;

Or they shall scorch themselves to ashes,

     With their infinite knowledge.

Regression to the former, renewal’s blessing.

     The naivety of our progress,

While She slowly suffers from our strife and sloth.

” Mass Extinction”

Life is passing you by,

But these people are not worth salvage.

Thus, acclimation is only by necessity,

For human contact.

Walden seems like Olympus.

Nothingness seems like Everything.

“To Starve”

I […]

But our thoughts are darker than the deepest of woods… how will the light ever, possibly get through? 

“It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.”

– Marcus Aurelius

It Looked At Me

I stood in my doorway on a day

Nothing special, nothing the same

A crack, a flash

It created a grey war above

And dampened the ground

Around

My vulnerable figure

The feelings were forming

In the pit of my stomach

I try to fight them

Where did they come from?

I asked over

And over

 I looked up at the waging war

The culprit at hand

And it looked at me too