Glazed eyes,
A bored yawn,
Looking at the grimy ceiling
of a world gone wrong.
Too young to know
life as it could be,
the possibilities of love
and hate.
Lost before they could ferment,
take hold of a pure mind.
Flames lick the mournful sky,
Scorch the heart clean of all illusion.
A folded sheet,
A cold pillow on a dusty chair,
curtains drawn on the cheerful past.
Echos of laughter and woodspice
fading.
It seemed only a moment
I looked away.
But you passed,
like the years.
And I grew in body and mind.
I have grown bloody in mind.
When I look in the mirror now,
I see not myself.
But you,
You, all you have missed
and all you will.
And I am sorry.
For all I have done,
for all I have not.
For the way I have become.
You see I have grown,
Older and bolder,
I have grown colder:
My laughter does not pass
So easily,
So freely.
My knees are unmuddied,
my hair untangled,
dyed and styled,
nails polish
Higher than ever,
I can feel myself rise,
above it all.
Joyous as an eagle
rising with the updraft, not a
beat of the wings,
no strain on the muscles.
Just peace,
Inner, outer,
All over.
Banished those dark, damp days,
The classroom ambitions,
The need for a better position.
The craving for positive attention,
Gone.
Just peace.
Like the yellowed piano keys,
Long forgotten,
But at rest.
I need no crutch: I will stand on my own.
I must.
I want no help, I will be what I am.
For better or worse.
And if the wind breaks my wings,
or if dust clogs my keys.
Then let it be.
No outer strife will break me.
For if I lie broken,
Tight as a violin string,
Scrape my nerves of steel,
Away to nothing.
Pierce my ears
With heathen cries,
The world palpitates
To a razors edge and
I vanish.
By the sword,
I swore my strength,
I swore this life,
I held this ideology to the light,
I saw the walls crumble
And felt no release,
My burden no softer,
My sleep no deeper,
A pock marked repentant,
In a shallow earth bed,
He was willed against thine enemies,
Against the Godless,
As was I ?
You said so,
In proxy,
But where do they lie?
Do you lie?
Glazed eyes,
A bored yawn,
Looking at the grimy ceiling
of a world gone wrong.
Too young to know
life as it could be,
the possibilities of love
and hate.
Lost before they could ferment,
take hold of a pure mind.
Flames lick the mournful sky,
Scorch the heart clean of all illusion.
A folded sheet,
A cold pillow on a dusty chair,
curtains drawn on the cheerful past.
Echos of laughter and woodspice
fading.
It seemed only a moment
I looked away.
But you passed,
like the years.
And I grew in body and mind.
I have grown bloody in mind.
When I look in the mirror now,
I see not myself.
But you,
You, all you have missed
and all you will.
And I am sorry.
For all I have done,
for all I have not.
For the way I have become.
You see I have grown,
Older and bolder,
I have grown colder:
My laughter does not pass
So easily,
So freely.
My knees are unmuddied,
my hair untangled,
dyed and styled,
nails polish
Higher than ever,
I can feel myself rise,
above it all.
Joyous as an eagle
rising with the updraft, not a
beat of the wings,
no strain on the muscles.
Just peace,
Inner, outer,
All over.
Banished those dark, damp days,
The classroom ambitions,
The need for a better position.
The craving for positive attention,
Gone.
Just peace.
Like the yellowed piano keys,
Long forgotten,
But at rest.
I need no crutch: I will stand on my own.
I must.
I want no help, I will be what I am.
For better or worse.
And if the wind breaks my wings,
or if dust clogs my keys.
Then let it be.
No outer strife will break me.
For if I lie broken,
Tight as a violin string,
Scrape my nerves of steel,
Away to nothing.
Pierce my ears
With heathen cries,
The world palpitates
To a razors edge and
I vanish.
By the sword,
I swore my strength,
I swore this life,
I held this ideology to the light,
I saw the walls crumble
And felt no release,
My burden no softer,
My sleep no deeper,
A pock marked repentant,
In a shallow earth bed,
He was willed against thine enemies,
Against the Godless,
As was I ?
You said so,
In proxy,
But where do they lie?
Do you lie?
Current Residence: Stirling Favourite genre of music: Heavy Metal/ Alternative Rock Personal Quote: "Under the bludgeonings of chance, my head is bloody, but unbowed."
Favourite Visual Artist
Joshua Petker
Favourite Movies
The Shawshank Redemption
Favourite TV Shows
Love/Hate
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The High Kings, Five Finger Death Punch, Meatloaf
Favourite Writers
William Ernest Henley
Favourite Games
Dragon Age: Origions, The elder scrolls: Oblivion (Morrowind and Skyrim are close behind)