Thursday, March 26, 2015

Solitude.

So, I wrote this poem who knows how long ago.
I found it while going through everything in my room. I'm throwing away a bunch of stuff so I'll write the poem here and get rid of the paper it's written on.
I probably wrote this in my freshman year of highschool. I'm almost done with my junior year.
--

Clusters of people
Moving as one
A single entity
Here there are none

Here I observe
Standing idly by
My gaze shifted downcast
Avoiding spiteful eyes

My complacency is noted
A permanent scowl imprinted
Hard-workingly silent
Giving no pleasant incentives

Mutters, whispers
Emanating despair
A refined taste in insults
An expert in glares

I try not to be cynical
But always, I digress
Please, spare me of your distrusting questions
I will not act in any distress

You are alone
Never forget
You chose your life
So hold no regrets.


--
..Ah. I think those were my real feelings back then.
I can clearly remember myself from before.
I still have thoughts like this sometimes.

Friday, February 6, 2015

Bandwagon

The depths of my soul are sublime
Not many exist who can climb
They act like shadows commit the crimes
Of those tarnished by mankind.

Their opinions, they change on a dime
Blinded by their own eyes
Each one of them, a mime
Covered in their makeup slime.

In every rally, they chime
Secretly covered in their own grime
Still I defend, still I'm
In the dark of me, frozen in time.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Dreams

He awoke with a start
His face face covered in sweat
But the whole room was silent
Just the thrumming of his heart

His face pressed back into the pillow
All his nightmare proven false
With the goblin, witches, and demons
And even the shadowy willow

He told himself, giving assurance
None of it was real
And as his eyes closed, he felt bone-chilling fingers
He swore he felt a presence.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

The First Time

The toddler was painting a picture
By herself, yes, on her own
She couldn't wait for it to be done
She would show everyone in her home

The girl made quite a mess
But, oh, the art was lovely
She held up her masterpiece, so proud
'Til all the colors went runny

The paints littered the floor now
Her fingers coated in red
But alas, no one would ever see it
Because both of her parents were dead.

Friday, January 16, 2015

The Price

All along, I've realized
I've led myself astray
In the chasm where my freedom lies
It's dark and black and grey

It's not a pretty sight, I know
To see all my imperfections
And any light that's here won't glow
Inside the world's infection

The chains I've built around myself
Are made of steel, unbroken
In silence I remain, undelved
And all my thoughts, unspoken.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Poetry I wrote for my English teacher xD

An echo is my middle name
In the shadows is where I live my life
For I am a whisper, not longing for fame
And I will always recede from the light

I prefer the dark colors, they provide salvation
Black, grey, and blue
And even with brights mixed in on occastion
I will remain a dismal hue

My life is a bleak one
And so I wait until I burn
Nothing do I consider "fun"
Please choose for me, a beautiful urn.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Night rolls in
Cold chills your skin
Fear creeps within
There is no solace in sin

The shudders grow profuse
Now, there is no use
Failed attempts to hang the noose
Barrages of your own self-abuse

Still the silence crawls
So dress yourself just like a doll
No one sees your pain, after all
Hide it as you fall

Despair is your only friend
Bring your pain to an end
As all the mixed emotions blend
Nothing shall amend

The light you show
Since long ago
Has been blinded by your own woe
In a box, it will stay, let it go
That peaceful box will not overflow.