My immortal.

"Drowning"

2010

i don’t remember how i got into this mess. all light seemed to leave, along with the wide open spaces and the smiling atmosphere. it’s dark, dreary and cold. i can’t begin to think about how i got into here. i didn’t fall, nor did i walk into this purposely. that doesn’t make sense.

my mind registers that i am in water. dark, cold, murky water. i try to open my eyes but they burn. ocean. pacific? atlantic? indian? arctic? does it matter?

my mouth gasps for that breathe of life, but is cut off by more salty water. i wonder if anyone is aware that the sea can bring and take life away, but then again, it’s a public breeding ground and a bathroom. brilliant.

i come to the conclusion that i’m most likely going to die here. my arms and legs refuse to push to the surface, and i’m pushed back, back, back, further into the dreaded sea. my lungs tighten up and my nose refuses to take in more of the burning sensation.

and so i tumble to the bottom

You still have all of me.

I'm just trying to archive this before I go to sleep tonight.

"Campfire Study"

cold, unknown hands place unnatural death within a circle of stones. the stones are rough, covered with a fine layer of dirt and other organic substances. they look like they’re getting ready for a native american pow-wow, or a ceremonial burial. perhaps they’re weeping over the death of their fellow brother.

up high, the sun delves behind the tall, ancient mountains for a brief rest. the mountains are ready for their evening slumber with the thicket of evergreens covering them like a blanket. the almost silent noise of a flick of a wrist resonates off the trunks of the trees and across the nearby river.

flames ignite the protective armour of the wood in the center. the faces of the stones contort to horror as the colours of oranges, reds and blues fill their eyes with hatred. the sound of the wood’s flesh burning away causes the logs to scream out in crackles, pleading from help from their parents.

like most things, the parents turned away and scoffed. their children were just playing around.

a joke, if you will.

the humans sit on the soil and tilt their heads back and laugh. are they happy about their acts of murder? do they even know?

the moon has taken charge, as the smoke from the death pile rises into the air. the fire claims innocence, but the stones say otherwise. much before the fire had leeched onto the remnants of the children and lashed out at the stones.

the evils on humanity, leads to the hate of the forest.

Your eyes are turning away.

"Brick Study"

2010

There's an immediate silence along the wall. Mouths painted over with a sickening yellow with grooves forever chaining them down. Like a masquerade, they hide from the burning Sun.

But, it's not really a masquerade, is it?

The silent bricks long to be bricks outside of this prison. They are the lucky ones, they are the survivors of this genocide. Bricks of natural and unnatural, their face has a story to tell.

An array of dark maroons and reds. A purplish red to almost pink. A few look yellow. maybe those are the most recent escapees. Their faces are worn and tired, hiding their past in this mundane life on the inside.

Eyes are hardly drawn to this spectacle. The Sun is happy for them, but the sufferers are silent, in refusal to tell their story for their imprisonment.

A flag eerily stands in a fake stance of respect.

Aren't you supposed to be protecting life, love and liberty?


The bricks want to lash out to bring anarchy to the innocent room they were forced to build. The flag is a betrayer. A traitor.

But, it's only a symbol.


The flag crashes to the floor. The prisoners rejoice and then survivors heave a sigh. The flag weeps as it realizes the gruesome past it helped create, the once prisoners cry freedom.

And for once, one can claim victory.

You will leave a mark.

Hey, this is a really personal poem that I'm typing out to a really personal song. Well, it's not personal, it just got me through the hellish weeks of early November.

"Untitled 05"

'If I can measure up in the eyes
of others,
Why am I worthless to you?

I am not your comparison.
But, I know I can't compare
to your beautiful victory.

All I wanted was to be
your little angel.
Your little angels are not males.

You can destroy me
for I am defective.
I love you, Daddy."

I'm in no state to call you up and keep you up so late.

Another one in the Untitled series.

"Untitled 08"

Written on Valentine's Day of 2011.

"Hardly do I remain afraid.
An emotion I've repressed.
I've been taught to show no weakness.

My blood boils.
Your very presence,
sends me to shreds.

Bor,
you bore me.
I've hatched into a sea of ennui.

You bring me death,
chaos.
But, you bring my equinox.

My humanity is not my own.
Please,
unchain my addiction."

Goodnight, soulmate.

"Twenty"

Written on the seventh of February in 2011 in a fit of hatred towards Winter.

"The sky claws up the side
of the Earth.
Burning away death
and the ethereal world.

Blue with suffocation.
Water scorches with the taste,
of freedom,
hanging upon its lips.

The ashes run freely,
exposing a new generation.
Much like a phoenix.
Life is extracted from the old.

Eyes blind away the old.
An immense weight lifted from our Mother.
A foe defeated time and time again.
Rotation brought more freely."

Long Distance Lullaby.

"Death by Sleep"

Written on the second of June in 2010 by yours truly.

"My body is raging violently against my mind.
Magnitudes of point eight.
My mind simply smiles.
My body crumbles.
The cold idea of tearing away is eminent.
My mind simply smiles.
My eyes want to roll back.
My eyelashes much too heavy, drooping lids.
My mind simply smiles.
My hand cries, tears leaving through pores.
The skin falling to its inevitable death.
My mind simply smiles.
My mouth hangs open.
My face drops.
My mind simply frowns.
Surrounded by ever-calming waves of nothing.
My mind pleads for another way.
But, all it can do is simply smile.
The no-faced bastard."