This Monster

It hides inside me
But I don't push it away!
It makes and breaks me
And I can't seem to pray
To be okay
Just this one day...

Help me break this curse! I'll
stand free once I be me!
Help me escape this reality!
You'll learn I'm stronger than what you see!

It reaks of poison,
I'm just a victim,
It wants control,
I can't see anymore!
The light is fading,
I'm tired of waiting,
This monster's eating me,
And there's no way to flee...

"No one said it would be easy"

The February Winds

A blast of music came rushing through my ears as I sighed with a hum; my eyes closed and head tilting the side. I was all alone in the world or so that was how I felt, but nonetheless, the feeling gave me comfort as if I was in final peace.

A smile formed from my lips and I closed my eyes. The tune that flowed from my headphones filled me with such a soft sort of strength and I wished the complications of my life would untangle and smoothen itself into a beautiful sound such as this.

The rythm and the beat were so in sync to the beating of my own heart that I thought if the music stopped then so would I. But that didn't happen. The sound slowly faded away and I was still breathing; my heart still beating and I gave out another sigh.

My eyes blinked open. Pure silence now and nothing but that. Around me, I saw only darkness and the unclear, dulled future that lay ahead.

***I...don't really know...

It's Hell

That's right...I'm officially sick of poetry...

Along..

Along the edge
Catch my breath
The end of time
Again this rhyme
That can’t abide
By rules outside
My mind that waits
Along the gates
Of devil’s path
The evil’s wrath
Catches wind
To those who’ve sinned
Making noise
Distracting boys
Along the strands of beaten lies

Along the beach
So many reach
Deserted smiles
Through daunted miles
Of canny folks
All just jokes
To echo laughter
Along hereafter
With lost meaning
I’m intervening
No purpose greater
Than my creator
I’m stuck in between
The crosses unseen
Along the sandy silk soaked skies

Thus...

You're so much more than I thought you were
So much gore than I thought was there
It brings a smile to my face for no reason
Strange that is, I'm attracted to treason


Hahahahah...bored...so much poetry writing these days. I wonder how long I can keep going, and yet it still seems to be a lot easier for me than writing those damned short stories that I must complete eventually...

I'm running out of things to write, or rather, I'm pretty much only sticking to a certain series of topics. I'm not too sure if this is a good thing for myself? As a writer, should I not remove those limits that are binding me from the full extent of my imagination? Hmmm...probably hahahahah!

More writes later!