Spring

Hanging unflinchingly from the branch of a willow tree, cracked by years. I swing in this warm spring breeze, such strength do I feel tethered by this art-form, sculpture carved by years of the gentle yet unyielding winds of the world. I feel the warmth emanating from my chest, down to the tips of my toes, naked to feel the grass beneath…

Walls

Walls A house is built To hold you up And hold you in Where did it begin? Walls build without windows To keep you safe from sight A floor your fear makes solid To keep you off the blight But even in the basement There’s a little yellow light The wind creaks The lightning cracks…

The Game

The Game Simulations Picking sides So we that we can all abide When the buggers come We can’t just stay inside Pawns and kings Muta ling Quad lightning And chicken wings Deep down at it’s core Just a well cloaked metaphor The games beneath the bling Oh, The way of strife It’s A way of…

Free

Free from classes, free from books Free from people’s judging looks Free from drinking, free from food Free from temporary moods Free from all obligations and chores Free from items, free from stores Free from needs, free from wants Free from letters,words and fonts Free from guilt, free from shame Free from unnecessary aims Free…

The Walking Dead (my first real poem)

The ghosts of a failed past can never gain their fill Lost their life in ages past yet they are alive still They look like us, speak the same tone Yet their words are never truly their own Just sounds lacking a will Do you know the darkness? The darkness without dreams? A place where…