Life

Seeping water breathes
Across an enclosed seed
Lying beneath the surface.
A weary eye opes
To see the rising sun,
And, slowly uncurling,
Rises toward the light
Spreading out to receive
Loving rays of life.

Time

Time
A dispersion of meaningless
Empty measurements.
It can't be contained
Nor can it be held.
Time is nothing -
Just a quiet lie
To push through life.

As a Side Note

Just so that you don't freak out thinking that I just wrote all of these poems today, know that I've been writing them since around October, I've just failed epically at posting them. I finally sat down and actually typed them up. Hope you like. =]

Let's Play

Dealing with death
Is a dangerous game;
Fun to play,
But unlikely to win.
The stakes are high,
But the rewards are
Exceptional.
To win would be
Starting over.
To lose would be
The end of everything.
Come play if you like,
But know the price
Of this dangerous game
You chose to play.

Dolls

Bleeding through unseeing eyes
Tear streaked lines
Fall down the iced face
It cannot feel
It can only wait
As the tides of time
Erase it from life

Drowning

Fighting against the flow,
swimming upstream,
why am I still fighting?

I'm losing needed strength;
can I let go?
I'm tired of fighting.

I'm drowning in a sea of life,
losing the will to live.
I'm blinded by the dark water.

What is the point of staying here
when I am kept under,
never again to breathe the air?

My heart, my lungs, living in endless pain,
my strength is faltering again.
The cover that blinds is bound to my soul.

I want to keep going, to keep fighting,
but my body can't keep it up.
My mind is clouding as I stay under.

My heart beat is slowing,
my strength is gone,
and I fall into sleep.

Solitude

Slumbering is my broken heart
Never shall it be whole again
Lost,
Never to be found again.
My bliss is nothing more
Than a faded memory
Having left me to die
Alone.

Trickery

The fallen beast
lays hiding.

Tricksy and false,
the quiet beast lies
waiting.

Tricked to believe
a false injury,
the beast lies
waiting.

The poor, helpless prey
doesn't see the trick
until
the sneaky beast
attacks in anticipation.

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping beauty,
her soul long gone;
Sleeping Beauty
was left alone.

Mistaken for dead,
she was left forgotten;
mistaken for dead,
passed by lesser men.

Quietly sleeping,
Beauty was stolen;
quietly sleeping,
her being was shaken.

Never to awake,
Sleeping Beauty with stay,
never to awake,
she'll never see the day.

Free Association Writing

So here's what happened. I decided that I would try out Freud's idea of free association writing. Well, it came out pretty interesting and fairly intense, but a lot of it was poetry of sorts. It was very thought provoking to me and maybe you'll find it the same. So I have decided that I will share a portion of it with you. I've changed the spelling errors but other than that I'm typing it exactly as I wrote it.

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invisible motion to be lost in thought of great artistic memory yet forgotten by bittersweet love to turn to greed anger and hate

what comes now is as impassive as dark night always watching but never seeing never believing tragedy

what lies in words but can't be found might as well drown as the poet speaks literal words of death to be forgotten once more on tragic memory

what of me do you seek? a lost tangle of lies and deceit

better to end up dead than in someone else's bed

so hurt burned charred disgraced but never again to win a race

you'll never know never feel never see what it is to make me me

these cuts that grow blood will bring new life for only life can come from death only death from life

do you like what you see? this tragic mystery on love's death bed? heart grew cold as stone when left alone. can't love, can't breathe can't feel and there's nothing left to feel

you're dead now and you can feel it the empty tears of nothing froze you, too too long I've lived too long I've died and never been seen by you nor I I'm broken beyond repair

maybe he can see that

do you know? i know you feel something isn't right. maybe drugs or parasites

he's being eaten alive from the inside and we both know he'll never survive without your or I

but he lies hurts us breaks us makes us cold again and never can we be the same again

love him we do, we'll never stop but trust is yet a different thing for that can easily pass

don't read into the words as literal truth but find the secrets written behind. awaken and read and you will see what is left of you and me.

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Again, that's only a piece of what I wrote. It came out pretty interesting to me so I decided it was worth sharing. =]