Twilight of Thorns
Cursed stars within the blight.
Slashing through the shell of the daylight.
Owl song spreads through the wind.
Carrying each note through cold,deafening nothingness.
Willow trees drop their hair in the gale.
Swaying to and fro under the moon,full and pale.
Like promises to nothing.
The grass waves to the silence.
Beauty as they dance in sync.
Sweating dewdrops from their skins.
Slowly,time flyies through the empty.
Fully flowing in blinding sight.
Through a hollow and merciless night.
Cutting their wings on 12:00.
Bleeding out each hour.
Healing wounds in seconds.
Growing scars in the minutes left behind.
Somewhere where none can find them.
They are promises to nothing.
Like reflections in a pond.
Rippling with movement without moving at all.
Crashing against the land.
Only to be put back so far.
Fireflies set ablaze the lifeless space.
Watch it burn,watch it glow,leave it unfazed.
Over my fate,undone and erased.
Before the sun.
All in one moonless night.
The Uncertainty Of Breaking The Sky
There's a moon made of stone uhtceare in my head.
Where my brain used to be.
My thoughts,like shooting stars.
Crash against it and leave craters of paranoia.
Fear is the impact I soon embrace.
All for a reason I know exist.
Not absolutely.
As the sun arises from behind a skyline.
My heart beats against my insides.
These pupils shrink like my rationality.
And I want to run away from an eternal star my moon can't keep from exploding.
A starry night with cracks in it.
Soon to be no more.
We all want to see tomorrow.
But will it be ok not to if you're blind?
I can't foresee the future that will be.
Though I depend on the one that is a possibility.
So when the sun comes and blows up my whole world.
I'll burn in its bright future.
Certain to be blinded by it.
And I'll be left hopelessly fearful.
As I scream and cry to my broken night sky.
For a day's beginning is my possible end.
Later Bro
Hey Trashed Maggie,I heard that you were bailing.
Off this site,you’re gonna sail for a while.
I’m so happy about your graduation.
Must be a great sensation!
I’m glad my poems made you smile.
And helped you get by!
I hoped they soaked up enough tears whenever you cried.
And made you feel the a thousand hugs I gave you inside!
Sometimes,you'll feel down.
Sometimes,you'll feel mad.
Just remember,this site has got your back.
And you won't feel so bad!
Thanks for following me.
I'm glad I followed you.
Please see this poem.
Know what it says is true.
Farewell for now!
Hope to see you soon.
Whether it's in daylight or by the shine of the moon.
You're a great person,I thought that you should know.
Take a trillion hugs from me,all for the road.
If it's not too late,before you go.
I just wanna say,later bro!
The Rainbow’s Rain Boy
I cross the sky with different colors on my skin.
A blend of beauty with so much transparency.
The clouds,they fill with tears that gather on the earth.
And fall into the innocent eyes of a small boy.
His gaze,it praises me.
As many others do.
Behind their eyes is a dreamy greed.
For gold coins at the end of my stretch.
So he climbs up the trees and conquers all the hills.
Yet I'm far more than far from his reach.
I'm way too close to my departure,that's a shame.
Another lucky day,my colors shine with ease.
Red,blue,green,orange,violet,yellow and indigo!
His arms are reaching from the towers down below.
And from the mountains he has triumphed over.
He'll waste another day collecting all the tears I grow from.
Watching the so called unicorns run across me freely.
He'll race me to my end for my false gold.
And never reach my finished line.
For I beat him everytime.
All people were him once.
And their hopes to win were as beautiful as me.
But were gone just as fast.
Cicada Dance!
I long for the near and distant future.
Of better days and darker nights all together.
Maybe I gave you too much time.
And maybe too much time isn't enough for you.
Sheltered by a realm void of light.
I sleep while awake.
Eyes open,just closed to the world.
A living zombie living with patience in mind.
I swear to all,I've been living under a rock.
All behind closed doors and locked windows.
Days,years,months,hours,time grew wings.
I'm gonna grow some to keep up with it.
Under this dead skin,I hold my true myself.
It's been hidden for too long.
Tear myself out,to leave my old self behind.
Even if I'm too blind to see the world for what it is.
Rip away the dirt,where I was dead inside.
So you can see that I was truly alive.
Dance to the voice of a million souls.
Who left the husk of their hearts long ago.
May it break the wind in the trees.
And scale the world in and out.
I won't show myself for long.
So for God's sake come dance.
I won't spend another 17 years waiting on you!
The Dream-Stained Realities
In a world that’s false,not hopeless.
Under the falling rain.
It’s all so true except for the one inside your brain.
Sometimes it’s best to get lost so deep inside your head.
Not everybody wants to wake up back inside their bed.
In dreams lye distant futures.
So close,they’re out of reach.
Walk down their paths and you’ll see.
They have so much to teach.
But why does it seem so real?
There’s too much here to feel.
Like the world, they twist and turn.
Which one’s real?You’ll never learn.
The sun is setting.
It’s falling from the sky.
When the moon fades into shadows.
Is it hiding or its time to die?
I’m falling from so high.
Will I really hit the ground?
Will I see the concrete just opening one eye?
Echo(quote)
The sound of a soul breaking is horrifying.Its Echo of pain bounce off the walls of your heart.All until it breaks,and it bounces off the walls of your body.Soon it will break your mind and render your ears deaf.You’ll learn to deny you’re hurting.Hiding it under your skin.
All until your body breaks.Covered in scars,bruises,and markings of all kinds.It’s from there that you can hold back the tears no longer.For the echo will bounce off of the world.
Chameleon Skin
A body of glass rainbows.
Where my emotions are see-through.
And I hide in a blind man’s sight.
Every presence,every attention.
Passes right through me.
One with the room I can’t seem to read.
An atmosphere I can’t breath in.
Full of those covered in certainties false and real of all kinds.
It takes one color,one emotion.
And people will read me like a book.
Tear every page from my seams.
But no one can tear my cover down,right?
And smash the clear that blends me with the world?
These thoughts pass through me too.
For though I am see through,you can see “me”.
A me trying to fit in,but could never get out.
So with one push,my glass walls break.
And pieces of every colorful emotion falls before all,cutting them.
I’ve cut myself trying to pick them up.
As the panick runs through my veins.
And all can see my true colors flashing before them.
Every eye is in awe of the red blood that pours out of us.
Was I always part of this world?
Maybe so.
So I’ll tear down the glass walls too.
And show my real body.
Rip off every scaley glass shard.
To see the world as clear as I once was.