For a star

Who shines so bright

Aren't you

a bit too dim?

For a star

Supposed to be at

My fingertips

why are you so far away?

For a star

Who should be eternal

Don't you fade

Too quickly from the night?

For a star

Who's reigned forever

Aren't you

Raining too soon from the sky ?

The familiar scent of wheat wafts

As golden seas of swaying plants writhe

Your voice plays into the wind itself

Each syllable a note of your symphony 

You pour out your woes to me and the breeze

The magnificent sun slumping down below distant hills

The tension from us both is gone

All that's left your sad sweet song

And night won't fall for yet a while

Golden orange shearing throught it all

Then it's just

The familiar scent of wheat wafting

As golden seas of swaying plants writhe

in the waning sun.

"Ma"

~~~~~

"Ma" is a word

That cannot be translated

It is emptiness,

Contrast;

But something that existence needs.

You cannot have fullness

And life

Without "ma;" 

It is like a breath of fresh air,

Like a quiet sunset.

What matters is how you interpret

That splash of cold,

Or the colours and quiet of it all;

Do you feel freedom in that breath?

Or is it sad, a sigh of regret?

Does the waning sun make something

Excited bubble up deep inside?

Or is it tinted with solemn remembrance

And a step closer to the end of everything?

"Ma" is existence in a way:

You cannot have endless bright colours

Before they start to turn grey;

You cannot have excited sounds

And beautiful music

Before they start to wear on your ears;

You cannot taste food, delicious,

Before you become sicky and weary of it;

This is simply the way of the world.

This is the essence of "ma." 

The knight wanders,

Once a glorious figure

Now diminished and dishonoured;

Once praised,

At the top of the world,

The aspiration of all in the kingdom;

Now scorned,

Cast down from the pedestal

But inside, nothing has really changed.

He is still humble,

And walks the untrodden path

Through this complicated world of connections. 

Red sunset light pours 

Over it all, as he trudged on,

Heart of steel and courage of a lion;

Beneath sun-tinted skies,

Through dusty green and yellow fields 

Over the last ancient remains of a glorious place he remembers;

But now he's all alone.

Something deep inside feels full

As the silver orb, with a shattered back sits;

Among royal purple and pitch black skies,

Hidden beneath thin wind-breaking walls;

The candle light inside, synonomous with warmth;

Winter's faded, spring's sprung;

The scent of night brings back golden memories,

And I can finally breath again,

Live with a carefree smile.

Rain falls

Yet the butterfly does not stir

Dripping off leaves

That do not sway

Saturating cracked, parched earth

Night has set in

But still nothing feels like it has changed. 

A butterfly dancer,

Spins and twirls;

But the frame is broken, 

And draped crimson unfurls; 

A puppet in her own body,

Perhaps the show was once too gaudy; 

But now her mask covers it all,

A white lie to the audience it'll soon enthrall;

Where the mirror here has shattered,

Fellow flutterers at her feet bound and tattered;

Dark moths but a pale, weak comparison

To the deep-seated, hidden despair in them. 

I thundered down to kill.

I hurt the world.

How will I come back from this?
I am I a monster or simply me?

We all have a moment in the sun.

But now I prefer the shade.

I made me who I am and I shall accept that.

"Thou shall not have statues of false gods" the Torah says. 

And that is true.

For me and you are not gods now,

Nor ever shall we be

You are you and I am me.

For all for all of eternity. 

We are humanity.

It started out as a free poem that began to rhyme! 

Tilting stairways,

Long shadowed hallways;

All is bathed in red-brown light.

Footsteps somewhere,

Always closer,

But sounds I can never outrun.

I see a shadow leap away,

It's nothing compared to the steps, though.

Those steps and strides that plague my nights

Creeping loudly, always out of sight. 

When your world falls apart

What will you do?

I will RUN, 'till my legs give out,

and FIGHT 'till there's nothing left of me

I will turn away from the world that left me behind,

I will survive alone

'I will bite my lip and hide in a world not yet broken,

for something, somewhere will survive'

i'LL LiVe oN tO sEe aNOtHeR bOriNG dAy, jUsT pAsSeD

dOiNG liTtLe tHinGs fOr tHe rEsT oF tiME 

~ I will detach, my eyes empty, nothing here matters enough,

This world is already hollow ~

>I will do my best to fix it, there is always a solution you can find,

You do your best, and I'll do mine<

What will I do?

Because my world is still falling apart;

Who knows?

Some days I'll RUN and FIGHT

Some days I'll be bitter at this cruel world 

Some days I'll hide away inside my head, knowing others'll persevere instead

Some days I'll just live on to see another day, because there's nothing else to do

Some days I'll just give up and wallow in misery

Some days I'll feel silly when I feel a peek of hope

Some days I won't do anything.

Sometimes it hurts too much and I realize

I'm not all the things I want to be

I'm still just in my broken world

And I'm still just a broken me.

"You should know"

I know, I should

"Don't you have the right to know?" 

Maybe. I... Just don't really care

"You won't last long"

You've told me so many times before

"What a mistake"

Yes. I know

I know.

I know, so stop taking it out on me

I know, so let me go. 

Grass

Tickles my sides

And makes me squirm

On the inside

and the outside 

It makes me remember years ago

And the to time I used to have

It makes me wonder

If everything is how it should be

Or if something is truly

Terribly

Wrong. 

Beep

beep

beeeep

The line

Moves up then down

Beep

beep  

beeeep

I start to really

Hate that sound

Beep

beep

beeeep 

I happen to hate everything here

Beep

beep

beeeep

Sterile whites

And blinding lights

bricked walls, and

Cramped, empty

unending halls

Wheels somewhere rolling,

the dim din of distant speech

Machines always whirring, beeping

Coarse paper and rough fabric on my skin 

And the stench of cleaning alcohol everywhere 

I don't want to be here

It hurts all over,

Everywhere;

"You're God's creation, don't complain" 

I know, you've said that a million times,

That there;

But my whole world aches

All's shrouded in dull monotony

And the only thing  I know for sure

Is that it hurts all over,

Everywhere.