The other

The Other in the mirror 
For a while 
I have been caught in another realm entirely 
And she is drifting… 
But she calls to me 
In muffled darkness 
She says 
You are not seeing clearly 
She says 
You are walking as if in a dream 
Only half there 
Call it love 
But are you living? 
Memories of independent dreams 
Can no longer be reached 
The landscape of my mind 
Has since then dramatically changed 
But the Other in the mirror keeps looking back 
And reminds me constantly. 
She says 
Brace Yourself 
For the day 
When you will fly away 
When you will have to live again 
Brace yourself 
Because though you think you have weakened 
You will learn to become me 
Once again


When poetry speaks

As the whippoorwill,
In a breathless void,

I reach for my quill,
And from it, if you will,
Come the words I’ve sought to avoid.

Fleeing and broken
From the lips when spoken,
Yet through the pen only proof

That poetry flows
From the source of the soul
And speaketh a tongue called truth.

Look Inside

You shouldn’t be afraid 
of what is to come 
You should be afraid 
of what you’ll become 

Your silence is what 
keeps you forbidden 
From your kingdom 
that is hidden 

Let your thoughts 
express your colors 
Soon it’ll spread 
from one to another

Tik tok goes the clock on the wall

Ironically, i wrote this during, and about my english class..

Tik tok goes the clock on the wall
I think i’m right and i speak for us all
this class in pointless, boring, and dull
Tik tok, goes the clock on the wall
In and out, heavinly breathing, half the class in unwakeably sleeping
Tik tok goes the clock on the wall
Across the room what ailes us all is the tap tap tapping of a pencil against the wall
Crick crack i popped my back and i lack the patience to sit through
This who what did what teachers shpiel
Tell me kids how’d it make you feel?
Tik tok goes the clock on the wall
Rabble rabble, her coninuous babble causes pain to the brain like a knee to the gravel
She’s wrapping up, we’re almost done, soom we’ll all be outside in the sun
Running. laughing, having fun
But untill that bell has finally rung
We sit and listen, to this classroom symphony
And stare in awe, at the tik toking clock on the wall

Darkness be my friend tonight

Darkness be my friend tonight 
Although I walk in your Darkness 
May Peace and Love 
Be my guiding Light 

 Darkness Be my pillow 
Allow me to lay my head down 
And let me sleep in the coolness of your shadow
In the silence of your deep Devine 
When things go wrong 
And life turns rough 
And no one is thinking of me, 
I close my eyes, 
Open my heart 
You’re the angel that I see 
Darkness be my friend tonight 

Page to be Turned

Floating in an ethereal bliss,
eyes closed to the sound of night.
Falling stars dance around me and miss,
illuminating the etches of my mind in light.
Wrapped in rainbow clouds in the mist,
comes a vision so clear.
Images of destroyed cities glists,
shattering my peace with replacing fear.
Time stands still and the air tightens,
standing among stagnant life that remains.
Senses tingle and heighten,
as the decay poisons the heinous plane.
The darkened sky is a glow,
thousands of twinkling light.
Crashing thunder bellows,
as a sea of mushroom clouds foretell the plight.
Hit by a tsunami of inferno,
matter breaks apart.
Incinerating… even internal,
who knows when this will start….
Jerked back to the ethereal sight,
from a vision so painful it burned.
Is this fate? or our plight?
Is it time for our page to be turned??

Dear Paper

Dear Paper,
I am writing this letter on you,
knowing you will receive it.

With the coming of technology their
will be less intercourse between us then
there ever has. I will be 
left to rust and you will yellow with age.
We will become the forgotten tools 
Of man
Your Pen Pal