A Breeze of Memory

A graveyard of dead trees

Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas

Squirrels scurry before winter strikes

As children play while others pass on bikes


harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing

As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing

Children shrieking and screaming as they play

Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away


Memories start of when I was a kid

Only broken away by time an what it did

Sitting still only in question

Of who I am and to what is my impression


I laughed . . . I played here

I was happy unknown of fear

But then reality again breaks memory's connection

Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection


Author's Notes/Comments: 

annnd, here you have yet another class assignment that I did way back.


Monsters In The Dark

Now listen to what I have to say

For the wicked hide in the shadows of this day


You know nothing of what is of me

You may know the color of my eyes

But not of what they are capable to see


Now here, I've warned this upon you

For not every smile is ever true


Everything is not set in stone

You may say there is an answer

When nothing is completely known


Close your eyes, please understand

That what you may rely on is a blood-thirsty hand


Unknown of what they truly are

Watch think before you turn and talk

Someone so close to you can be so far


So remember before you go on and say

"But why would anyone do this to me anyway?"


Human nature can be full of evil and greed

Unwatched, A monster born within the shadows, full only of self pleasure and need.


Am I a Recluse? Or could this purely be depression
Staying alone brings joy to me,
Yet makes me suffer inside as I fear being alone
Maybe, Hardly making any sense
Words jumbled up inside
Letting it come out as it wants to
Am I a Recluse?
Hundreds of hours spent on daydreaming
Good dreams, innocent dreams, yet
Filled with destruction, pain, hurt, fear
Can it be depression?
How could it be Kay?
You have everything you’ve ever wanted
Friends, Love, Family, Wealth
What more do you need?
Can it be depression? Or Paranoia?
Am I Emo? No I frown upon them
Am I suicidal?
Never! Not my thing, I fear death more then I fear myself
What I can do, I’ll never know
My mind gave me a clue,
Sick, twisted?
No, Forever smiling
Is that smile real? Is it for Pretend?
I just need to know how to show it
Recluse, Depression or Paranoia?
If I had to pick one
I wouldn’t
At the end of the day it’s just me
And my sick and twisted mind
That is loved and adored by everyone
Little do they know I don’t know what to think

(99% of the people reading this will never understand)

Air-loom Machine

Everyone can know your secrets if they want to, someones always listening if you think they are, always caught somewhere between heaven and hell, hearing music with voices but no words, something deep within that compels should never be ignored but before you know it you will be borrowing money and getting lifts home watching the architecture coloured with calculators, the rule of thumb if you will. Now I feel we are reaching the heart of the matter, getting to the dangerous pointy objective end, psychopathic elastic feeling weird, searching for the signs that seem ominously reminiscent of life in another universe that pushes the boundaries seeing the party going on in hell. Witnessing the most bizarre dillusion in the history of the world, structural collapse as we know it but you must feed the beast even if the tiger is on your tail, constantly interrupting every question with another, a burned out confused computer designed to confuse its creator in a world where nothing is perfect, all is flawed and defective.

I doubt many people would think that was a good idea.

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