I don't write much anymore, but I figure I'd post some of my old poetry since we were talking about it in chat the other day. I can also provide a link to my short fiction, if anyone is interested.
I'll start out with my more recent works which are more philosophical and less depressing:
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Elemental
Hardened anchors on the earth
Roughly rigid in our worth.
Flowing free like ants and bees,
Yet rugged mountains block the breeze.
Rugged mountains soaring high
Reaching up into the sky.
Cleaving clouds like sharpened knives,
Ever upward mountain strives.
Ever upward in the wind
Eagle soars up yet again,
Fighting drift and gust and gale,
Rising high above the vale.
Darkened clouds with pregnant might
Forming deep into the night
Burdened with the threat of rain
Falling down to earth again.
Roaring winds and thunder clap,
Ripping bark and spewn tree sap,
Boiling heat in thunderous blaze,
Flames that flick and dance and raze.
Wisps of smoke and dust and steam
Falling down amidst a dream
Settling down upon the earth
Burned and torn and robbed of worth.
Earthen arms with wide embrace
From its stone heart grants them grace.
As the trees are yet reborn
To let them see another morn.
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Meditation 3: I Am The Water
Flowing, flowing, ever flowing,
Churning, bubbling, boiling, going
As a river over rock.
Rolling stones together knock.
Lonely stones below the water
Having neither son nor daughter.
Is there none to tell the story
Of their quest for truth and glory?
Rising, rising, ever rising
As the mist of dawn's devising.
Stumble then into the haze,
And your senses I amaze.
Falling, falling, ever falling
As the mother earth is calling.
Falling down in drops of tears
I shall wash away your fears.
Lonely ones amidst the rain
Wish to see the sun again.
Longing for another morn,
They are now for me forlorn.
Flowing, flowing, ever flowing,
Always moving, ever knowing.
Having neither son nor daughter,
There are some who call me water.
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And now a couple of my old poems that I wrote back in high school. This is all angst. The first one is about a particular person. I equate her personality to be essentially the same as a parasite, although this poem probably describes every judgmental person in existence:
Unsightful Parasites
Profligate parasites delight in the absence of light.
Smother mother earth with morbid egotism;
Halting the radiance of prism, nullifying magnetism,
All for the sake of pride.
Set aside heart apart from acceptance for the chance
Of their own superiority. Seniority undermines knowledge,
Authority deteriorates wisdom in the kingdom of the Dead.
Shed a tear in fear of losing that which you hold dear.
I hear a gasp as it slips through your grasp.
Reach out in vain through the pain with a bloodstained hand
For the sliver of light as you shiver in darkness,
Never to be seen again.
Now the corrupt have ruptured your construction;
Introduction to destruction: Degradation of escalation
To a fall of all that we know. The clouds contravene
The pristine light, leaving a grieving shroud.
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Deca-Dense
Foreboding of silky streaks through the oppressive sky.
Coming this way, the sickly fingers of a living cloud
Enshroud the sunlight in shadows, masking the proud
Rays from the viewer, skewer the hope up high.
Now the evil has enveloped the earth.
Acid rain flows downwards in a constant stream,
Tainting the gleam into scream, turning dream
Into nightmare: you find that nobody cares.
The pestilence acquires momentum as it races
Through the sea of faces, but they can't detect
It's presence; they don't have sense
Enough to witness their emptiness.
Enough! The end is near, do you hear the shout
As you amble about? It's closer than you think.
This is not fake; your world is at stake,
Make no mistake; it's too late to change.
The storm shatters your resolution,
The earth stops its revolution...
Now you find that you're all alone with a heart of stone
In a field of laughter, that is what they were after.
