Poetry: A Writer on the Internet

I wake, I rise, get up, and go
Sit down, turn on my Macbook Pro

Wait for the load screen and that sound
And watch my data come around

Meanwhile, I dress, put on my socks
Then click Mozilla Firefox

It starts at Yahoo; God knows why
Then it's to Gmail after two tries

My first mail loads, and so I wait
Good Lord, 158

Three from college, eighty spam
Delete them all like the God I am

Don't save a one, because you see
They're Amazon ads for crap TV

Log out, back in with a different name,
To see if I've hit tumblr fame

But no, alas, I'm in the sticks
Reblogging quotes and Sherlock pics

I try a poem, they're kinda stiff
So I get more notes on a silly gif

Two hours later, I realize
That tumblr's taken over my life

So I click away, I must escape!
If only to reach a similar fate

Cause I hit Cheezburger, their spell!
They've got me going LOL

God damn it all, I try again
And end up in my Blogger den

Thank goodness! Writing! Finally!
And yet, it is not meant to me

Cause I've got comments everywhere
On a post I did for a stupid dare

Wade through them all and reach the top
Realization: I have writer's block

Sigh, time to browse some more
Wonder what G+ has in store?

Ten million posts, ten thousand chats
And half of them are about cats

Check my circles, you might say!
You really think that can save the day?

This circle thing, I've heard of you
But I suck at it, so I've only got two

Sci-fi writers, like my awesome self!
And a generic category for everyone else

So Google+ goes down the drain
On to WordPress, you might claim

But I'm brand new on WordPress, see
So no one's ever heard of me

How about twitter? It never fails!
Until you get that frigging whale

Critique Circle, will you save the day?
No, you just want me to pay...

Or Facebook? Land of social ends!
The one on which I have no friends?

Fmylife? To have a fit?
Well, that's kinda accurate

Listverse! Wondrous lists of win!
A list of 80's songs again?

Head over to Not Always Right?
But I read them all the other night

Weather.com for a moment's gain?
Wonderful, it's going to rain

Screenrant? What is all that clout?
Apparently movies I don't care about

Fifty minutes later...I should sue...
I end up back on old Yahoo

"Articles" with 50 typos still
What I wouldn't give to kill...


And when I look up, I check the time
I put this line here just to rhyme


Close Firefox and go to class,
The internet can kiss my ass


But it knows that I'll be back later
My mind is such an effing traitor


I'll sit back down and stare again
Whilst writing nothing made of win


So here it is, my ode of fret
Of a writer on the internet

Poetry: A Battle Hymn of Hearts

A line

A flash

A brief, quick clash

Zips through my mind 

As it burns to ash

A step

A trick

Admonishment 

Pain for what I've done

To your detriment 

I walk

I fight

I won the right

To climb those steps

To the highest heights

I see

I hear

I have no fear

My chest is hollow

And my mind is clear

Once upon a time,

In a land we all know

There was a fiery battle 

With a stake in tow

Some won, some lost

But all were burned

Most by the ideals

Of which they'd learned

There was a time before

We were invincible

We were young and strong

Had basic principles

Our heads were in the clouds

Lost in pathetic ideals

Like the perfect little romance

No Achilles's heel

But after the fact

The past was black

We were all wounded

In the last attack

Scared and scarred

Missed and marred

Our hearts were a desert

With an endless far

Hope was a mirror

That was shattered in rage

Happiness, a cloud

Behind a mountain range

Safety had two faces

One black, one white

One the true redeemer

One a killer in the night

We tried, we failed

We couldn't prevail

We all fell prey 

To what life entails

And life is a puzzle

With a single missing piece

That binds us all to search

A infinite caprice 

 

A thought 

A dream

Not what it seems

Life is an endless war

Within an endless scheme

A search

A find

You'll lose your mind

Chasing your delusions

In never ending time 

I loved

I lost

I know the cost

This is my penance 

And not yours to accost

I stop

I start

This is my art

Screaming to the sky

A Battle hymn of hearts

Poetry: The Writing Year

Written for the New Year Couplet prompt at dVerse

I stumbled from a cliff of words

Fell through a lost plot event herd

Tumbled over a scrapped climax

Rolled past a character that got the axe

Flew down toward the grammar hell

That burned my interrobang yells

Floated toward a comma cloud

That beat my page with thunder loud

Flew high so near the sentence sun

That scorched run-ons til they were done

Drifted into that empty space

Where em-dashes gave up the chase

Careened into the black abyss 

Where characterization goes amiss

Got sucked into the genre void

Wherein my label was destroyed

Thrown out into a field of thoughts

The brainstorm field where I first caught

The ideas that then filled my page

With wondrous loves and endless rage

I blinked and spied my lonely pen

Realized I would have to start again

Tossed my page off the scrapping pier

And strode to a new writing year

Poetry: On Writing

For the contrast challenge at dVerse

Down a dark and empty road
I glimpsed upon a beam of light
Drawn toward its hidden code
I garnered knowledge of my life
Drudging with a hollow mode
I gladly skipped toward the sight
Dragged nearer to a heavy load
I guessed at chance that I could fight

Depressed until my back was bowed
I gasped and ran far from the light
Distrustful of its dark abode
I grabbed the weapon of most might
Deranged by all my nightmare's goads
I grappled with my altered sight
Dislodged the evil from its node
I grasped the highest of the heights

Depths beyond where I long rode
I garnered hope to solve my plight
Darkness followed seeds I sowed
I guessed that this was just for spite
Despite its will but to corrode
I gained the needed knowledge slight
Determined still, toward I strode
I glorified my strength to write

Poetry: The Dream

My eyes were cast upon a sun

That existed in no worldly time

A frozen sun of wonderlands

Perfectly etched into my mind

But this sun shattered in my eyes

It split into a thousand shards

And each contained a wonderland

That stretched a billion-million yards

These wonderlands that I did see

Held the lonesome weight of mystery

This mystery, it plagued my mind

Until I myself was lost in time

This time of mine trudged ever slow

Toward the white rapids that flow

Into the river of a thousand roads

That leads me on where no one knows

My eyes were cast upon a moon

That existed in no earthly rhyme

A burning moon of crimson hells

Painfully etched into my mind

But this moon crumbled in my eyes

It split into a thousand stones

And each contained a crimson hell

That all the universe bemoaned

These crimson hells I saw again

Held the lonesome weight of Earthly sin

This Earthly sin, it plagued my soul

Until I was lost to all I know

This ignorance, it dragged me down

Toward the darkness in the ground

Toward that which exists beyond

From which no mortal can abscond

My eyes were cast upon a light

That existed in no human mind

A filling light of knowledge pure

Meant for the perfect of my kind

But this knowledge slipped away

It fluttered off into the night

It left my fingers cold and sore

And told me I had lost this fight

This knowledge pure, it was my test

Meant to be won by just the best

But best means perfect in its terms

And humanity is what perfect spurns

So knowledge did not take me high

Instead it left me low and dry

Dying of thirst, to me it seemed

For all the knowledge within dreams

Poetry: Creativity

I ponder the ineptitude of a single blade of grass
To do much more than flutter in the drifts of blusters past
I ponder the inability of the small to do the large
Then I realize that the singular is not what is in charge

I ponder the creation of a trillion blades of grass
That flutter like a fury in the blusters of the past
I ponder my ability to lie within them, staring high
As each blades cuts my face with a sensation of the sky

I ponder the enormity of the earth, the sun, the stars
That shift upon their axes, drifting in an endless tar
I ponder the existence of that single grain of sand
How a number countless by my mind can make it ever grand

I ponder the sheer ignorance of the people on the Earth
Who go about their days as if their lives are not a search
I ponder the ideas of life with meaning and without
And as each answers rolls me by, I then begin to doubt

I ponder the meaning of it all, the grass, the Earth, the stars
And I begin to think of worlds beyond them, a never-ending far
I ponder how these worlds begin their journeys in my mind
And I realize that throughout my life, they have always been mine

I ponder the adeptness of my mind to craft a space
Where a million shards of something great can be so wholly traced
I ponder this great something, this universe of false and fact
Wherein my ideas can curve and stretch into faces so intact

I ponder then these faces that emerge from the dark depths
That fight monsters human, other, more with skills beyond adept
I ponder their emotions that are so far beyond my own
And I wonder how these people live, who inhabit my mental home

I ponder then the reality outside the realm within my mind
And I come to believe that this was destined to all exist in time
I ponder both my skill and curse to see both false and real
And without concern for me or my, I leave it unconcealed

I ponder the inability of the many to see my seeing way
And I wonder how humanity came to be so dull and gray
I ponder how my single life, the grain of sand I am
Can lift the world back up again, with creativity in hand

Posted to dVerse

Poetry: Circadian

Up at the top of the hour of the night

Lost in the movement of a thousand lights

I walked through the sands of a thousand times

Lost in the winds of the infinite rhymes

Up at the peak of the mountain of gold

Lost in the beats of the heart, thousand fold

I walked through the snow of a thousand years

Lost in the winds of the infinite fears

Up at the hills of the pastures of old

Lost in the sounds of past battles foretold

I walked though the grass of a thousand hearts

Lost in the strokes of the infinite arts

Up at the edge of the end of the Earth

Lost in the knowledge of which I searched

I walked through the waters of a thousand deaths

Lost in the echoes of the infinite jest 

Up then at the edge of the end of the Earth

Lost in the knowledge of which I searched

I could not walk further through any more death

So I un-lost myself from the infinite jest

Up at the hills of the pastures of old

Un-lost in the sounds of past battles foretold

I walked back through the grass of those thousand hearts

And I marked them with kindness of only one art

Up again at the peak of the mountain of gold

Touching only the hearts of which I could hold

I walked past the snows of just a few years

And assuaged only a few of the infinite fears

Up at the top of the hour of the night

Now seeing clearly through a thousand lights

I washed the sands with water until they were still

And wrote in them rhymes of the gentlest wills

Up now at the roof of the house where I live

Un-lost in the life to which work I now give

I walk across shingles, a hundred or so

At home in the life I have now come to know

Posted to dVerse

Poetry: The Mantelpiece

On my mantelpiece, there was a clock
It ticked, it ticked, it ticked, it tocked
I watched, I watched, I waited some
As if my clock could raise the sun
And with each tick, my clock did crack
Its face shattered into my back
And yet, not a single drop of blood
Instead, a blackness thick as mud

On my mantelpiece, there was a child
A cherub grinning at his wiles
He watched me close with a chipped white eye
And laughed at me when I passed by
And daily I passed by in deep despair
Blocking out my world without a care
But that cherub once never did cease
He would not let me die in peace

On my mantelpiece, there was a frame
And within, my world was thus contained
It held all my life's hopes, my joys
It held my heartbeat's tender noise
And once upon a lonely day
I knocked the frame from its sacred stay
It cracked my floor, it cracked its face
And with it cracked my sacred place

On my mantelpiece, there was a ring
Left floating on a lone unpolished string
It hovered so dangerously over the floor
And once, I realized it was no more
I searched, I searched, I searched and failed
My hopes were dashed, and thus, I wailed
And yet, despite my darkest cries
The world would not release my life

On my mantelpiece, there was a knife
Carved carefully with a skilled man's strife
He worked its blade to the perfect state
And its purpose was never a debate
So without my heart, my blood, my place
I took it from its sheath, it's state of grace
And with no care for the world I knew
It was my own life that I then slew

On my mantelpiece, there is a painting
It is of my face, looking oddly saintly
And I sit on my sofa, now plastic and old
Somethings have changed, and I was not told
I blink, I blink, I blink, and I cry
I cannot figure out what has passed me by
The cherub is gone, the frame, I shriek!
And yet not a soul can hear me speak

Posted to dVerse

Poetry: The Design

Posted to dVerse

I molded them from hardened clay
And they were hardened dust
I bestowed all of my love to them
And yet, they broke my trust
Within my shape, I molded them
But they broke their chains of clay
And though I still sit above them now
I mourn them to this day

But what can the balance weigh to see
If I am wrong or they?
Was I at fault to make them so
Or them to disobey?
The fundamental arguments
Of faith or hope or light
Mean nothing in the grandest scheme
Of the true meaning of life

But what is the meaning that I seek
Or is it they that seek it thus?
Am I still searching for the answer
To why they broke my trust?
Or is it they that mourn the loss,
They wonder how the sin
Beget their wondrous fall from grace
To the current state of men?

We wonder from our vantage points,
Me above down to below
And they so staring at the sky
Wishing my blessings to bestow
But can I touch them now again
After so much time has passed?
And if I did, would once again
They wander from their path?

Do I dare demand them once again
With commandments set in stone?
Or would they just be crushed within
The rush of falsities enthroned?
Do I dare endear the holy man
Who dabbles sickly in the dark,
Who leads a horde of so-lost sheep
In the opposite way of the ark?

Do I dare entrust the preacher high
To lead them back to chains of clay?
Or would he make their chains of a
Different sort, a parody of pray?
Do I dare call out to the common man
Of angels would he sing and rant?
Would he just be thrown into the white
And never in life the knowledge grant?

Do I dare speak out to all at once,
A sphere of seven billion lives
With every single life within
Of a singular divide?
Would seven billion minds of man
Ever cease to rage and kill
Even if I spoke to them of
Grace, love, and goodwill?

I cannot imagine here today
A world of peace and pride
Of a world of man so far untouched
By the hand of meaningless divide
I can imagine only what I see
For the not-eternity of them all
And what I see is not redemption
But the continuance of an unending fall

So because of this, I cannot speak
I dare not test their wills again
I will not touch the world once more,
Not in aid or death, as I promised them
Instead I will sit and watch and wait
And hope some original spark of mine
Will in some way rekindle once again
The perfection of my original design

Poetry: The Anthem

They sing it from the mountain tops
They sing it from the valleys low
They sing from above the sky
They sing from the ground below
They sing it sitting by their windows
They sing it standing in their yards
They sing it in their run-down cars
They sing it by their game of cards

But what can it be that they all sing
That not a single person hears?
What can it be that they all know
Yet not a single one endears?
What is it that the billions voice
That falls on Silence's deaf ears?
And if you listened closer still
Would you hear it through their silent tears?

They hum it day to day to night
They hum it while they laugh and play
They hum it while their children learn
They hum it every single day
They hum it in their broken homes
They hum it to their broken lives
They hum it to the sounds of work
They hum it to the clang of knives

But what can it be that they all hum
That not a single person hears?
What can it be they they all want
Yet not a single one endears?
What is it that the billions hum
That falls cold on Misfortune's mind?
And if you listened closer still
Would you begin to hum in time?

Because what they hum and what they sing
Is only what they've always done
When the monumental truths of life
Burned their minds so far undone
Because what they sing and what they hum
Is the anthem of their bodies sore
Of their lives so filled with pain
It is the anthem of the poor

Poetry: The Only Walk

He walked away, and so did I

Down opposing streets with opposing lives

We'd screamed the world once over, thus

We figured that chain of love was broken for us

And so we both marched our own warpaths away

I said "See you never." He said "Never seize the day."

And so I didn't seize it; instead I thought in idleness

Of all the trifles we had had to make this go amiss

And so I kept on not seizing it; instead I wandered through the past

That past that had been alight with flames, now crumbling with ash

And this past of mine I could not grasp, it made me cold inside

And no matter how fast I walked my street, it was something I could not hide

If only we had both realized that the world is just a sphere

If you walk straight on your warpath, you'll be here then there then here

It's a never ending circle, and it's trickery is just and fair

And that was why both of us were once again ensared

We met face to face, both hiding our faces from a like cold

And when our iced-up eyes met, they spoke of volumes yet untold

And it was at this little point in time, we no longer could deny

That our foolish trifles of the past had costs us our together lives

And so, with such remorse and resentment high

We decided the only way it could be all right

Is if we wiped that slate perfectly clean

And stopped walking straight and striding mean

And thus, our chain of love was forged again

We laughed the world once over, and

Down a new street, we strolled that night

We walked together, side by side

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Poetry: The Ventriloquist

A voice was thrown across the world
A shallow little unheard voice
It existed in all of the forms
That all the world loves
To ignore

I sat so long staring in stride
Out of a window, lofted high
And yet that staring far
And wide did not aid
Me at all

That tiny, little unheard voice that
Soared so far across all of time
It was a voice I'd long forgotten
And I once conceived it may
Have been mine

I still sit staring at the window
But now I'm shrinking in my
Seat, and my shoulders are
Now hunching with the
Pain of my defeat

The little voice is gradually fading
It's lost among six billion more
And with it goes my hope
Of Ages, my hope of ever
Gaining choice

I cannot move from that high window
I can only sit and stare and try
And fail to think of what
I've been missing so far
In my life

When that voice comes back around
The world and to my window up
So high; it is so sadly garbled
That I crumble under its
Sound

Because waiting for that little voice
Was the purpose of my sedentary
Life, and because I have now
Lost its meaning to the world
I have also lost my mind

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Poetry: The Unbroken Circle (Lyrics)

I wrote this the other day in a mad fit of inspiration. It's actually a song, but I can't sing, so you'll just have to enjoy it as a poem instead. xD

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I have walked this path
One thousand times
I have crossed this river
In a million rhymes
I have leapt over mountains
And swam in the depths
But I have never in my whole life
Known the truth of who I am

I have climbed so high
Just to fall so far
I have run so quickly
Just to miss the stars
I have grasped at strands
That have slipped through my fingers
And yet, through all of everything
That age old mystery still lingers

I have hit rock bottom
Just to break that goddamned floor
I have shattered my glass ceiling
Just to realize there was more
I have checked out of my warped mind
Just to be trapped in more damned fear
And I have realized through it all now
That the secret...

The secret...

The secret...

...was just another path straight here

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Poetry: The Forgotten

For the persona poem challenge at dVerse.

The clock on the tower struck a grim 12 high noon

And I observed the lunch-goers like I do every day

They laugh and they chuckle and they talk on their phones

Without even bothering to spare a glance my way 

You can see, can't you?

I sit in the shadows, contemplating my life

Wondering how it was this place and time came to be

There was a point, one dim past, where I was a lunch-goer too

But that past is in tatters, I am now only what you see

But you don't see, do you?

I remember the day when my world fell to pieces

I came home to my wife, who was walking out the door

And it was only gradually, after days of denial

That I realized she wasn't coming back anymore

I didn't see either, you know?

And somehow, some way, in some time, it came to this

My emotions were so broken that I fell away from life

I hit that non-life-rock-bottom and could never climb out

It was a pit so-far deep as the depths of my strife

But you can't see that, can you?

And now I sit all day, underneath the sun, wind, and rain

My hopes of recovery long dashed, long, long ago

I gave up on the world in a damn far distant past

And the world, so scorned, she also let me go

That's why you don't see me, you know?

The clock on the tower is about to strike 12 midnight

Yet I keep sitting even while the mercury descends

Because at this point, house, wealth, life ruined

I can do nothing else but hope for the end

But you'll never see that, will you?

Poetry: The Silence of Decay

There is a vast place, unknown to the norm

It exists in all colors, all shapes, and all forms

It exists in all countries and all walks of life

It's name may be Pain, or Suffering, or Strife

This vast place is growing, and yet we are blind

We see trivialities, yet we are biding our time

We are only delaying that which must come to pass:

The point when we ourselves join this place at last

This vast place is seething with fire and rage

Yet we see only blackness or grayness or haze

We've turned a blind eye to the obvious truth

And it's left us susceptible, like corruptible youth

And really, in the end, when this place lights ablaze

When it burns all the blackness and grayness and haze

We will still try to run, try to turn away cold

But that vast, hot inferno will burn through our souls

It will devour in hatred all of our ideals

It will seek for its anger endless half-filling meals

And it will never be full, not until the end

When all that turned away from it is burned and blackened

Because that vast place that becomes a harsh fire

Is our country's foundation, it's situation is dire

Yet we'll turn a blind eye, and we'll let it fall down

And it will crumble beneath us, yet we'll make not a sound

It will shatter to ashes, it will burn straight to sand

And yet we, the people, will still in ignorance stand

Until in the end, when the foundation falls through

And the silent decay becomes audible to you

Posted to dVerse

Old Poetry Archive

I had all the poetry from the previous incarnation of Whispers lying around, so I figured I might as well post it.

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Poetry: The Path

Based off my love of Robert Frost and "The Road Not Taken"

The road before me so diverged

Into a thousand paths to nowhere

And I stood at the fork of all beginnings

Wondering which was loss and winning

Until realizing that I did not care

I took but one out of the thousand

Which led me to another and led to more

And with each crossing, passing, meeting

I was learning, hearing, knowing, seeing

Each was no more than just some more

I observed the facets of each road

The hills of one and the lows of another

The great blues skies and deep, dark depths

The outward joys and the secrets kept

Until realizing the ultimate truth

The road before me never diverged

Into a thousand paths to nowhere

And I stood only at the fork of one beginning

And I wondered not of loss or winning

I was simply experiencing life

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Poetry: The Trial

He stood upon a pedestal
Illuminated by a light
It shone right through his every lie
Yet lied about his every plight
This pedestal he stood upon
It was a pedestal of fear
It only meant to prey upon
His deepest, darkest, saddest fears

He stood surrounded by the crowd
Illuminated by their jeers
They tore right through his armored form
Yet left his flesh to quake in fear
This crowd that thus surrounded him
It was a crowd of hate and rage
They marked his quaking flesh with lies
That scarred him with permanence of age

He stood beneath a judge of law
Illuminated by his words
They shackled him to his dark past
That hateful crowd, they also heard
This judged that judged him heartlessly
He was a judge of misery
And his only accusation was
Of a false, mistaken inquiry

He stood beneath the eyes of God
Illuminated by his Grace
It freed him from his painful charge
Yet left his name wholly debased
This God that did above him soar
Was one of half-forgiving strife
But he did accept this half-forged deal
If only to escape the trial of life

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Poetry: This World of Ours

A river that once

Was guarded by gods of man

Now is thick with oil

An ocean that once

Was the nectar of those gods

Now is desolate

A forest that once

Held the laughs of playful sprites

Now razed, now blacks stumps

A city that once

Was the center of all dreams

Now the root of pain

A planet that once

Was the source of all our hope

Now dark, forever

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Poetry: The Chain

*Strong language warning*

For every link of every chain 

That I have ever seen

Blood like rust and ancient dust 

Are scattered in between

They represent the toil of man

They represent his pain

They represent all of his loss

They represent his gain

For every chop of every axe 

That I have ever known

Chips of life and screams of strife

Emerge from that wood grown

They represent the pride of man

They represent his greed

They represent all of the warnings

That man never heeds

For every strike of every hammer

I have ever heard

Groans of toil and laughs of spoil

Emerge, the lines are blurred

They represent the common man

They represent the rich

They represent the greedy bastard

And his loathsome bitch

For every cheer of happiness

That I have ever cheered

Whispers rough and murmurs gruff

Bled right into my ears

They represent the hidden lives

They represent the poor

The represent the invisible

They represent still more
 

For every word of every fact

That I have ever gained
Knowledge cold, assertions bold
Have crept into my brain
They represent the crimes of man
They represent the sin
They know that all that man has done
Man will do again

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