Dragons

There Was Nothing

Maybe
The one constant
In the universe
Is loneliness

  And God
  Created Everything
  In the blind hope
  Of meeting
  Someone
  Worth
  Meeting.


Don’t Kid Yourself

 

Remember:
None of us
Are making it out alive.

 

 

Defence Mechanism

 

I am not
A good
Person.

I am just
Trying
To look like one
To avoid
Criticism.

 

 

In A Minute

Whether we count
In hours,
      Seconds,
          Months,
          Or years

    Does nothing
  To affect
The rate
    At which
          Life
                  Ebbs

                            A w a  y.

 

 

In Summary

I am
The kindest
Angriest
Pound
Of flesh
You could ever
Care
To meet.

 

 

Grandiloquence Sighs

There is no
Such thing
As
 "The world":

It's just
The people
You've met
 That reject you.

The rest
Haven't
Had
 The chance,

  And most
Never will.

 

 

And if there is nothing, what then?

Religion
Is all about
More life for me:

It offers morality
Only as a service rendered
To gnaw
The endless
Carrot.

Can we not aspire to more
Than to emulate our asses?

 

 

Inconstant

 

I fell in love with life, once.

But she cheated on me.
 

 

 

Unfettered

When you give up hope,
Anything is possible.

 

 

Careful...

No matter what I do
I'm going to feel like
A failure.

Might as well
Fail big.

 

 

Perspective


The world
Isn't
Really
All that
Big
A
Deal.

 

 

I Would Be Concerned, But

 

I believe

We’re all

Piles

Of dust

Waiting

To find

The earth

Again.

 

 

Don’t Pretend it Doesn’t Apply to You

 

At any given point
The majority of mankind
Is dead.

Every step you take
Lands atop
Some poor soul's skull.

 

 

Maestro?

 

I need
Some music
To tell me
There's a world
Outside
My head.

 

 

Scar Tissue is Tougher than Flesh

You were the volcano
In which my Phoenix Armor
Was tempered
And perfected.

 

 

Nice Guys Finish With A Foot In The Face

You
Can blame
Everyone
Else,

But if
You do
Nothing
To protect
Yourself

   You're really
   Just
   An accomplice,
   Aren't you?
 

 

Stifled

I have run out of places

To bury my hopes.

 

They are beginning

To over

        flow.

 

Envy

When did I become
Someone
Who cares
A jot
What others
Have?

In tracing dots,
I have become
A peon.

 

 

Dammit


Killing myself
Would actually say
Everything
I need to say.

Or I could just keep writing....

 

 

Mental breakdown

What could break?
There are no moving parts.

 

 

She Says We're Happy

...Isn't that enough?

 

 

Cursed


Just because
I understand you
Doesn't mean
I can help you.

 

 

Bound

If ever

I'd had wings,
 I would have gnawed them off by now.

 

 

Fragment

Why
Does
My soul
Always
Feel
Broken?

 

 

Motivator

The problem
  With
Being a
  Perfectionist
Is that to avoid the
  Failure
That is
  Imperfection
It sometimes feels
  Easier
Just not to
  Start
In the first place.

 

 

Countdown

 

There isn’t enough

Time in the day

To do all the

Nothing

I need to do

To stay sane.

 

 

What I Am Looking For

 

That person

Who knows

What I need

And when

I need it

 And just

 Once

 In

 A while

 Is able

 To bless me

 With

 Its softest

 Shadow.

 

   Why can I do this

   For others

   Yet I feel

   It’s never

   Been done

   For me?

 

 Am I

 So hard

 To understand?

 

Or am

I just

Impossible

To please?

 

 

As a Thumb to Plug a Leak

 

   Humanity

Developed

The ability

  To question

           

      Long                                                                     

        Before                                                          

           It had                                                That kept us

             Any ability                               Was all             From going

                To find                          Religion                                 Mad.

                    The answer.                                                        

 

 

Significance

I
Happen to be
Alive.

And eventually
I
Will happen
To be
Dead.

 

I Am A Blind Spot

This face
This coat
This shirt
This flesh
These eyes
This smile
This gallant
Facsimile
Of a man:

The pupils
Through which
The world
Pours
Into my heart
Have no channels
Through which
They might
Enter.

They have nothing
To do with me.

 

 

Cold

My hand
Can reach
  Only
    In one
     Direction

       To someone
         Who is
           Not
 There.

 

 

Now


The world
Is continually
In the process
Of ending.

  

 

Truth Part XXXIII

I'm 
Never
Going 
To find
What
I'm 
Looking for,
Am I?

 

 

Small Soul Scars

I had some people
Who were important to me once.

I don't know where they went.

 

 

Sink

I would say,
"Goodbye everyone,"


 But there is no
 "Everyone."

So it's just,
"Goodbye."

 

 

You Don’t Have To

 

Just because you can
Run faster than anyone
Into a hedge of thorns
Does not mean you should.

 

 

Fuck

 

The first person
In the world
To see
Who
I truly am
And tell me
That she loves me

Just told me
She couldn't
Be
With me.

There isn't even
A void
Into which
I can fall.

That she
Existed
At all
Gives me
A small
Hope
That there may
Be
Another.

I pray
That it won't take
Another
Thirty-three
Years.

 

Gripped

 

If you truly
Understand
The reality
Of death
,

  Apathy,
  Self-deception
  Or faith

  In another life
  Are the only
  Possible
  Reactions.

 

 

In Sorrow Thou Shalt Bring Forth

The concept
Of pleasure
Without
Consequence
Is antithetical
To religion

Which requires
The pain
Of this world
To terrify
And tempt us
Into believing
In the relief
Offered
By another.

Understand
That when
They condemn
As sacrilegious
A lifestyle
That promises
Pleasure
Without pain
It is with the same
Desperation
As a beast
That fights
And flails
To the last chip
Of its claw
For its own
Preservation.


O What A Piece of Work

This

Is all
Just earth
Dug up
And bidden
To walk
And jibe.

 

The Emperor Sleeps Naked

We clothe ourselves
In robes and rhetoric
Yet remain
prepared
To shed these skins
On a whimper's whim
To reproduce
Or to kill.

 

 

Nothing is Forbidden

 

If God's love
Is unconditional
And requires only
That we accept it
Into our hearts,

Why, then,
Were we given
Commandments
Outlining
His conditions?

If I can accept God
Into my heart
As I covet
My neighbor's wife,

Like the child
Who sweetly smiles
As he eats
The forbidden snack,

Does my acceptance
Not forestall
Almighty retaliation?

 

 

The River

 

My soul
Is starting
To thaw.

When the
Surface
  Breaks
How crushing
Will be the flow
Of the falls?

 

 

"Who?", or
A Corpse by the Sidewalk


Who
I
Am
Has a very,
Very
Short
Natural
Life
Span.

I avoid
Being him
Because
I know
Once I start
It is only
Through the intercession
Of others
That I will be able
To remain
Alive.

I have
No faith
That others
Will notice me
In time.

 

 

I Was Never Incomplete

Sing to me
You sirens
Of a life
I never desired:

I see you now
For what you are.

I gave ear
Not to your might
But because my kindness
Sought sharing
And equality.

You children of the air:

My foot
Has trod
Every inch
Of this earth
To which you, too,
Shall settle.

And when your wings tire
I will show you
To the place
That has been prepared for you.


Blink

We were given
  Flesh
    To distract us
  From the
Paralytic
Truth
  That
    Put together
        All our
          Thoughts
              Convictions
                Ideals
                  And
                    Aspirations
            Are of no more
        Moment
    In the fabric of
      This
        Universe
          Than is a
              Ripple
            In the
        Surface
            Of a
            Puddle
              That will
                Dry up
            On a hot
        Summer's
          Day.

 

Shell

 

Your lips
Are just
Another wall
You use
To keep me
Away.

 When
 Did I ask
 For your mouth?
 

I want
all of you.

 

My Sword Has Nothing But Edges

Am I
just
Good enough
To fail
At everything
While making
others
Feel
inadequacy?

What use is that?

If I'm
so good,
  Why
  Can I 
  Not
  Help
  You?

 

 

Get Your Crampons On

I have been
Stumbling
Through the bracken
Of foothills,

Measuring
One hummock
Against the next,

When I know
It is only the mountain
That I want to climb.

 

 

IPO

Just trying
To be
A decent
Person
Doesn't
have
Any
Value
Any
More,
does it?

 

 

Why Am I Here?

"I'm so alone,"
She said,

 As if
 My presence
 Didn't
 Count
 At

 All.

  

 

The Truth: Part XCIX

Life
Is
A death
Sentence

And every
Day
Only takes us
Closer
To the executioner.

 

 

What Do You Do?

 

I am something

That only exists

If you look for it.

 

 

Places

 

No matter what you do,

One day

The curtain

Will not

Rise.

 

 

Six Billion Years at the Races

Life
Is a relay
From one runner
To the next

 And the only winner
 Is the baton.

 

 

Coward

 

Instead of blood
From my wrists
I spill ink
Across a page.

 

  Is the one 
  Really 
  Any more
  Disgusting
  Than the other?

 

 

Polymathematical

I
AM
So
Many
THINGS
That
It is
IMPOSSIBLE
To keep
TRACK
Of them
ALL.

Yet
WHY
The fuck

Do I
NEED
Recognition
For that
INFINITY
Of
Potential
To
HAVE

MEANING?

 

 

Truth: Part IV

The world
Ends

 And so do I.