This Horrible Tale(March 25, 2010)

This Horrible Tale
March 25, 2010

I didn't do anything to you,
but you looked as if ready to kill,
you walked straight towards me,
gun held in hand,
I didn't see it coming till it ended with a bang.

My friends all stared shocked by what they had seen,
they knew I was a goner,
then ran and screamed.

Thinking the same as they,
I knew I was gone,
I knew it was the end,
but then I had woken not knowing where.

I had a headache,
I had a scar,
blasted right into the side of my cranium.

I lived but only to be frightened,
frightened by a man with shaggy gray hair and eyes of stone,
he made me stand,
put a knife to my back,
ordered me around and showed me where I was at.

It didn't take long to know of my fate,
to await being killed by a cruel man,
but then I realized I would never die,
I was a prisoner in this game he called life.

I hid at visitors and cried at times.

I discovered away out but only for a minute.

I returned to the place,
almost shot by the man for the second time,
but I survived,
not knowing the ending of me,
of this horrible tale.

Here Tomorrow(March 14, 2010)

Here Tomorrow
March 14, 2010

Black,
Blue,

White,
Yellow,

Red,
Gray.

Darkness as black as the unlit sky,
Too blue to see you as you,

White stars in the night,
Yellowing pages of time,

The red blood of a well fought fight,
Gray of the photos years ago.

Each detail has a color,
mixed with each other,
left alone.

The lights are gone but black remains,
there covering up the others.

Nothing is seen for many at dream,
but open your eyes and it'll be there,
around a corner it'll be near.

Here tomorrow,
the color blending,
the light showing.

This Little Shape(March 1, 2010)

This Little Shape
March 1, 2010

The pain strikes,
like a snake it strikes.
The moment comes,
as fast as lighting it comes.

Covered in a cage,
wrapped in cloth.

Not the safest place in the world,
for this little shape,
the shape guarded by little,
controlled by one.

It is attacked,
with little to nothing,
except edges of a blunt axe.

Repeatedly attacked.

It is always moving until the end,
it knows not when it will drop,
drop into a sensation like a pit.

Dull.
Black.

It is hard to recover,
when so little brings it back.

The Flames(January 21, 2010)

The Flames
January 21, 2010

The Flames lick your face,
tasting your every thought and desire.

The flames want to swallow you whole,
spit you out and laugh at your down fall,
but they do not.

The Flames play with their food.

They cause warmth,
and joy in their innocent like state,
but when surrounded they cause pain.

The pain burns as hot as the surrounding flames,
there is no escape.

Warmth and joy are gone,
the colors dance before your eyes,
soon you'll be covered up,
taken,
devoured,
dead by The Flames,
The Flames that surrounded you completely.

On Impact(January 19, 2010)

On Impact
January 19, 2010

My life is on impact,
Thrown in the middle.

I cringe to see the fate that awaits,
I await to see your face.

Too many collisions,
too many misses,
too many times have I heard never,
too many times you've left.

Either stay,
or go away,

You always seem to smile,
I don't see your real complexion.
Black and white is what you've become,
you stole my color.

Impenetrable Tragedy(December 12, 2009)

Impenetrable Tragedy
December 12, 2009

The strokes of pain.
Splattered mess of delusion.
Paint as red as blood can be.

No one can tell,
tell what it is.
No one sees the face,
the face that has been created.

This small mystery of life,
is scratched lines on a rock,
deciphered never.

The answer is hidden.
As if behind a tinted window.
Forbidden to be known.

As bright as the shinning sun.
It wants to be the one.
The one that is seen,
but it is farther than perceived,
an impenetrable tragedy.

Haiku 1 and 2(December 10, 2009)

Haiku 1
December 10, 2009

All I know is you.
You are the joy I hear now,
in my life always.


Haiku 2
December 10, 2009

You brighten my day,
You are my friend forever.
You help make me smile.