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Poetry?

First off, most living poets suck, I might be no different, except most of mine are mercifully short.  They are usually slivers, where I peel all words away except for the core.  I have felt these, and use the words that suit me.  Mayhap they'll suit you.

The children gaze up at me with emptry eyes, I keep myself from spilling my spoiled dreams on them.

The day crashes into a wall, leaving us all in the dark.

Between silver fork tines, I see them.

My mind races, my eyes dart, I find the sincerity of death, the loneliness of life, the freedom of birth, and the slavery of time.

Your hands press against my face, squeezing out a tear.

I stood at cliff's edge surveyed the valley a tear down my face arms limp at my sides bottom lip trembling I fell to my knees Tried to cry out voiceless lamentation she was gone I sat crying world's weight had caught up to me new burden on my shoulders Why stand again? surrender to grief Eyes close breath in The world would go on as would I the best part of us had died with her.

A voracious insatiable void tears eternal at my innards.  Wanting but one thing, an indemnity offered to the most vile of man, blessing bestowed upon seemingly anyone.

Many complain of being trapped in the darkness, crying for help.  I imagine the light can be every bit as confining.

Angels always at my sides, the young emperor of a land that is no longer, looking unthinkingly forward.  Looking for the wind goddess bride.  Looking for reason.  Looking for hope.  Bending for nothing.

If my mind were thread I'm not sure the knots could conceivably be removed.

I breath in the night's sky and exhale the moment.

My life's path appears to have just hit an open field as vast as the eye can see. I had thought that forks were confusing.

I want anything or anyone. I want everything and everyone.

I can never love anyone so foolhardy as to love me.  I am looking for a person so specific that they can't exist.

I can't tell where I end and my ideas begin, and I'm not sure if that's in err.

They told me I am me, but sometimes I think they're wrong.  I think I'm everything.

The sun's first rays cast down upon me, find themselves unwelcome and retreat.

Bliss is the most selfish state.

Sitting contently in the desert, appreciating what is had, and more so for what is not.

Aching legs carry me further than my worn through feet would allow.  I find myself at the border between necessity and dream.  I fall onto my back, survey the blanket of black with inumerable tears of light.  I exhale clouds and rain falls form my eyes.

As the darkness encroaches I hold the gun ready, a bullet chambered to end its advancement. As the light encroaches I hold the knife ready, prepared to tear out its throat if it dare touch me.

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The figure stands before me.  In one had He offers omniscience, in the other omnipotence.  I kindly decline and walk away.  I'd rather live my life a slave to fate than the predictability of absolute knowledge or absolute control.

You can still be disappointed by not getting what you didn't expect.

Even though I am real, my love is not.  Under the burning sun I find myself alone.  Awake, but I'm dreaming.  I can't fall asleep.  Rain streaks down my face, but I see only yours.  I keep walking, but am never far enough.  I'm just the shadow pulled helplessly behind. I search myself for something, anything at all.  But I find nothing inside me, no hope and no regret.  The world's so very empty, the world is just like me.  We hold no love for you, and we hold no love for me.  Gifted with worthless freedom, an eternal walk through this nothing place.  I try to burn it all, to let the fire touch me, would I finally burn within?  For a moment burn with passion, a moment filled with fear, a moment of enlightenment, a moment of sweet dispair.  For I am not a human, a human is a feeling thing.  I am just a hollow, as wide as periphery.  I can be only damaged, whereas humans can be hurt.  My eyes dance with life, as my soul screams for completion, but its screams can not be heard.  For I give my soul no voice.  I am but its mare.

Stealing Dreams- No roaming through this darkness I'm alive but I'm alone. I miss the colors of the world. I'm tired of livin' in the dark. The feeling's gone. Soft voices lie and innocence dies. A thousand lies have made me colder. I've left my love and forgot my dreams. I will build a new beginning. I will start my own religion. As the day divides the night, here we are searching for a sign. Divinity defines this enemy of mine. Escape into the night. To the warriors and the keepers of the gate, we await. Falling faster and faster, I couldn't stop her momentum. I will never compromise, and I will never keep my promises. I will lie to your face. This weight I'll carry, this weight I've found. Touching every soul in misery. Everything's ugly, hazy and gray. All the questions awake inside my head. -from a number of bands, I mixed it, though.

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