Noise

The prose in my head

Is leaving me dead

In feeling, or maybe just name;

The noise all around,

The unbidden sound...

I'm quickly going insane.

I can't quite be discreet

With the roar of a busy street

Drilling into my brain.

The silence I need,

The short time to feed

On the foods of thought and pain.

Nothing left in my mind,

I left it all behind

In the time before the roar.

I seek only quiet,

My mind's simple diet

Of the calm before the storm.

Note: Notice a theme in some of these poems?

Behind the Poetry

If you look hard enough, behind my poetry you'll see some stuff I wouldn't just say normally. How I see the world, for instance, can only be grasped by reading my poetry. It's such an abstract way of thinking that the only medium is something equally abstract and artistic. There's other stuff there, too, some of which I probably don't even realize I've put in there.

Something else would be evident in all my darker poetry. I've got a side of me that's probably soulless. It's frightening, actually, to have that inside, but I think I'm used to it. Even more than these two things, if you try hard enough, you can see just how lonely I am sometimes by reading my poetry. Or is it obvious by now?

Cycle

Crying souls and bleeding stars,

But nothing I can do to help.

Gods of war like ancient Mars

Rise up and strangle me like kelp.

Not in the cycle, I'm not a tool,

Not for intents or purposes.

My time is later, I'm not a fool,

I'm not a clown in the circuses.

Is this silence just a dream,

Just an illusion so easy to break?

Smash the reverie and watch me scream,

Scream for the souls I can't save while awake.

You steal my joy and break my rhyme,

Leave me mindless, and to the side

Of Nature's cycle, of proper time;

I'll be swept away in high tide.

Make the cycle, break the cycle,

Epiphany is not at hand.

I am the master of that grand bicycle,

But time sifts away like wind with sand.

Note: I was craving solitude when I wrote this. My experience in Australia had cycles of introversion.

Arms

I'm tired of this tiredness,

Jealous of the utmost bliss

Found in a lovers' kiss.

I'm dark inside from hidden shame,

One part life to two parts blame,

As well I die without a name.

Hear me now my helpless cry,

Arms flung out to open sky,

Today is not the day I die.

Chance is broken with me here,

But no-one willing to lend an ear,

Still, what have I to fear?

Is now the time to be filled with pride?

Is now the turning of the tide?

Yes: your arms invite me inside.

NOTE: This is purely fictional. This didn't happen.

Thursday

Fun, fun. Bicycling gang had a ride (sorry, Garth, for being too late) and I swam in the Gentry Estates pool. I just got back from driving to and from Kroger. It's been a great summer so far, I say. YOU READ THIS, PLEASE POST. COMMENT ON YOUR DAY. JUST SAY ANYTHING.

Forest Demons

Can you hear the birds and the sounds they make

From the tops of the trees or a forest's lake,

Varied sounds of ancient life,

Or do you hear the demons wake?

Forest demons bring nothing but strife,

Chaos and doom like a murdered wife,

Screaming and roaring, too vicious of noise

To be welcome anywhere near this life.

A horrid sound louder than boys

Running around, throwing their toys,

Sound of help coming too late

For the poor victims the child destroys.

Death and chaos resonate,

Blood and fire in unbound hate,

Destruction and endless pain,

The darkest side of blackened Fate.

Fear and injury I gain

Hoping for mercy with the death I feign.

At the end there is no cake

When the forest demons are those who reign.

Obligatory Post

Not too much happening, really, except that I'm going to be picking up my new retainer in about a week, since I happened to break my first one the day before I left for Australia. The "imprint" or whatever they call it was not nearly as bad this time as it was in times past. Maybe the FullOn experience in Australia taught me the sufficient will and self-control to survive that. Regardless, today's been pretty good. If you are actually reading this, write something in the comments if you can. Find a way. >_>