Hi, everyone. I was recently encouraged by Insanctuary to upload some of my work with poetry to the site. I submitted these over a year ago to the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards 2013. Most of them were made between September and December 2012. Please don't hesitate to share your opinion on them, whether positive or negative. Enjoy! :D
Eyes
Only a smile is a pathetic disguise.
Black holes suck in knowledge but I still have to learn.
Am I the last of my kind who sees only eyes?
It was your gravity that led to your demise.
I am the innocent but I still have to yearn.
Only a smile is a pathetic disguise.
This has nothing to do with semblance or guise.
To two starts in orbit I would rather return.
Am I the last of my kind who sees only eyes?
Yes, I may be impure but I do not tell lies.
Yet far from the truth is that I will have to burn.
Only a smile is a pathetic disguise.
For now I have to fight no matter who defies.
In time your trust and respect I hope I shall earn.
I am the last of my kind who sees only eyes.
Forgive, but do not forget, as I do advise.
I have knowledge of a kind no one can discern.
My smile is simply a pathetic disguise.
I was the last of my kind who saw only eyes.
X-Ray Vision
I brushed away the words like crumbs on my lap.
They weren't welcome here - flies buzzing around my head
that I shoo away. They gather in a puddle at my feet
making my shoes soggy and my walk unpleasant.
You found me like hammer finds nail and bat finds ball -
with a loud "whack." I heard what you said,
but the meaning of your words is still hanging in the air
like fog over a sleepy and drunken morning.
I wanted to take a walk to wake myself up...
to clear my mind and focus on the small things
like the spider crawling up my left hand
only to trespass onto my right thumb instead
and me finding myself just as confused as it is
talking to you...half asleep...
I need something to help me, to get me out of this mess...
but I can't quite find the words to name it.
Blind
For a while I tried to give up all pretense
that anything on this earth made any sense.
Everything I hear an echo...everything I touched a tiny knife.
The empire corrupted, I figured I was still the leader of my fief.
With thoughts a whirlpool of confusion, actions brought all the more glee.
But how could I know for certain what was really beyond me?
...for that was not science, but philosophy.
But two dimensions contain the truth. Three? Heresy.
Inside I can see bright, tiny dots as though the world is a star.
I am the only one who can see things for what they truly are.
Season of Green
It was always so hot: the season of blue.
The clear waters and skies were fresh and new.
On cool nights, the stars shone with the hottest hue.
It was always so hot: the season of blue.
It was confusing: the season of red.
The cold, angry air that kept biting my head
was the same to which the fine leaves were wed.
It was confusing: the season of red.
It was beautiful: the season of white.
The blanket of snow and the distorted light.
The short, cool day and the bitter-sweet night.
It was beautiful: the season of white.
But none was more majestic and serene
than my one true favorite: the season of green.
"Time's fun when you're having flies." ~Kermit the Frog
