Monday, December 8, 2008

Blank Verse


No te doy este regalo
de amor sincero
Porque eres una mal alma,
esta chillando en aire.

Yo Nunca te mataré,
porque soy tan debil.
Espero que salgas de mi,
o sufriré sin fin.

Abstractions From My Phone


The light glints softly off the table's lacquered surface,
the sound of turning pages.
The wood of chair legs creak as pen scratches grow fainter.
I begin to lose touch with the sensations around me.
I fall deeper into the land inhabited only by my thoughts and desires.
This place is the only reality i know,
more vibrant than the ever dull pendulum that is the living world.
Here I am at peace.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Apocalyptica - I Don't Care

Ipaling Gaze

Her face is gaunt, covered by porcelain skin.
There is something haunting in those deep gray eyes,
Something otherworldly.
Her gaze pierces the physical, is transcendent.
Those eyes will be my demise.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Meter for The Critics

The cold seeps through my weary bones,
Telling of winter come;
Giving root to darkness long,
To shadow I succumb.

No time have I for prose or rit
In dark and dreary times
The ink doth run my pen doth fail
Yet still this meter rhymes.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Meaningless Words


Their small-talk sickens me.
Endless words slip off their tainted tongues.
Their drivel suffocates my mind,
the cacophony louder than the whispers that oft visit me.
Under the pretense of politeness they prattle.
I yell to drive them from me,
that I may be in peace...

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Forgotten Memories


When I was but a child, my grandfather said to me,"Boy, wipe that morose look off your face, it will get you nowhere in this life or the next". I have taken his wisdom to heart, and thus I wear a blackened mask with the blood of small animals smeared across, to hide the shame of my countenance. No longer will i be that child, so weak...

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

This Day I Live

Again I arose from the cold sheets of my bed,
The fleeting warmth of my dreams fading in the darkness.
The drudgery of life stretches endlessly before me, and I despair.
To carry on as a drone in society's flock, mindless.
I can hardly endure to think of my place on this dark earth,
the only escape being mortal release...

Monday, December 1, 2008