No Name

Author's Note: No ambition or motivation or whatever. Just felt like typing something up.

This dot.
This cold,
       distant,
              tiny,
                                                                                                                              isolated,
unknown,
alone dot.

Suspended.

On this dot,

lay millions of hearts.

Millions of heartbreaks.

Millions of tears,

whoops,

deaths,

murders,

I hate you's,

I love you's,

victories,

losses,

regrets,

successes.

Millions of components.

Billions of ideas.

And not a single other place to share it with.

Billionaires and barbers and garbagemen and teachers,

going through life,

day-by-day,

saying "What if?" for some fucking peace of mind.

What if, precisely.

What if we weren't alone?

We could share ideas.

Share some beauty.

Spare the immortality,

and live like we were designed.

Well, we're not alone.

Every day,

every regret,

every idea and tear shed, 

every hug given and every funeral.

The outcome of your contribution to this place,

this minute dot suspended in an infinite loneliness...

That outcome is entirely

up

to

you.

Angst

Author's Note: This was an interesting one to write. I wanted to touch on the mindset of someone torn between hatred and apathy. I also plugged in a bunch of metal band names in because why not.
The hateful spite of a rabid dog,
A wound that'll never let me heal,
Flashbulb memories haunting me,
Illuminating all my scars,
Walking down that road again,
Chained to a ball that has no key,
I'm sorry for that which I've become,
And sorry that you know me,
The monster that I am,
Was slowly borne into me,
No whimsical rhyme,
Nor happy tunes,
Do I find pleasure in,
Just melancholic apathy,
To fill the void within.
No joyous day,
No partied nights,
Do heal the pains within,
A band-aid for a chronic ache,
That tore my mind apart.
So now I sit here sheltered and,
Protected from corporeal harm,
But somewhere lying deep inside,
An iron maiden looms,
And in that iron maiden I,
Have placed my soul within,
A thermonuclear megadeath,
To cauterize the wound.
Sitting here's a slayer of all that I have loved,
I glare at him with a hatred I didn't know I knew,
To have him glare right back at me no fury that was lost,
I walk up closer, angered now who did he think he was?
And walk into a mirror.

An Ode to Kanye West

Author's Note: Just a quirky little making-fun-of poem!

An ode to Kanye?
An ode to Yeezus!
I am the greatest,
there ever *censored* was!

Step back, Taylor,
'cause you about to get served!
I'mma let you finish,
right after my speech:

Beyonce, Beyonce,
the goddess of music,
the milestone of man,
the *censored* to rule 'em;
You deserve that award,
not no country-twangin',
picket-fence teenage girl!

You know why?
'cause I am Yeezus.
I am Kanye West.
I am the *censored* best!

And what I say
goes.

Little Fires

Author's Note: This post is about....uh fire I guess. Take it how you will.

There's a fire burning deep in me,
No lust for hate or infectious love,
A strange fire that begins rapidly,
But can wind down when I'm melancholy,
Not survival that drives me - I'd given up hope,
Or even self-hatred, though that flame won't choke,
A strange little fire that burns hot but there's no light,
Just something there to keep me in the fight,
So while I don't know what it is,
I know this much is true,
This curious, little, flame of mine,
Will just have to do.

I had to post something since we are apparently in a poetry drought.

Author's note: Hmmm.....hmmmm....well...uhh.....you know what? I don't care if you think this is about best friends, girlfriends, or heart disease. Just read it and try to enjoy. Happy finals week =)

When hearts transform

A glimpse

A flash

A second

That feels longer than anything before

An ache

A pain

A disease

That needs to stop to go on.

Penance

Author's Note: I'm fascinated with the concept of self-punishment. The fact that someone can take it upon themselves to pay a (often more severe) price for a transgression. This poem was actually backlogged for a really long time but I figured I'd make this my first post of the year! Enjoy? (I think that's what you guys do)

Penance.
Don't forgive my sins for me,
Hell is where I deserve to be,
Never understood right from wrong,
Demons plagued me all along,
But I let them in.
You know this to be true,
I'm hateful, spiteful and judgmental,
Don't care for anything,
Can't care for anything,
I hide from the world and snarl at intruders,
A rabid dog, that's never put down,
Don't understand me and comfort me,

I'll pay my dues.

IT is Back

A chokehold grip across my throat
Permits the breath of the light to enter me
So the darkness slips down as a poisonous ink
Consuming until my breath burns dead

Oh the temptation and desire to slip away
But suicide isn't in my repertoire, I'm afraid
The chills of despair slipping down my throat
The ink of denial clogging my breaths

Drink down the poison, the black silk of death
Let the drowsiness consume all that left me gleaming
Let the tears of hopelessness wash away happiness
Because I swear, there's nothing more deadly

I'll hide behind the things that conceal my eyes
Let the music drown out the things that degrade me
Dream of the haunted, lurking creatures
Ready to steal my light for their amusement

Oceanic Wick

Author's Note: Happy New Year guys. Here's a poem. I'd like to start some cool discussions regarding poetic analysis and all that jazz. So, pick a line or something. Tell me what you think it means. Ask a question. What am I saying? What do the themes and metaphors apply to? I'm excited to hear how you guys interpret this.

Brethren hearts doeth tell the wade

Seabound, Goliath steps off; then he stayed

Transfixed by kiln fired bonds that he wore

A crest, unmatched by lustrous ore

Channeling lust he would finger his sword

Fondling another realm; steadfast accord

Tradition, it sways, and blows, and goes

And generations pass, black mourning rows

Hast thou fullest armor condensed

Crumpled like leaves in the autumn fence

Port and starboard tumbling about

A shout filleting a shimmering trout

Shimmering paretic darkness about

Scattering unknown shapes

    And shadows

        And beasts

That roam in the foamy waves

A wade, nonviable, drowning trance

A merciless flood of eight legged ants

Bleakness’s colors shredded and spread thick

Tradition’s rainbow, detonation, a wick