A note

I'm going to post some of my old poetry on here. If there is a * in the title. It is older.

We All Fall Down

"Come here, I have something to say"
To spite you? Maybe.
I'd doubt it though.
A memory of trust,
a tryst
It's probably just attention
I want to know how you'd react
Would you hit me?
Hate Me?
Or something more?
Have I fallen below where you can find me?
Or are you at this depth as well?
Ah me.
Such silly musing.
I won't tell you.
It's better to keep my silence.
Because I know you wonder.
I know because I know I would.
If I were you of course.

Headaches

It's a freedom really
Not a Secret.
So why is it i can't tell you?
Hell if i know.
The same restraint that stopped me.
well, almost
Is the reason I won't say.
Not quite defiance.
I don't owe you allegiance anymore.

An Unatural Occurence

This is my Epic
Devoid of Greatness
And magic feats
I wish it would rhyme
Maybe make a little sense
But then it wouldn't belong to me
This is my story.
And I will say nothing if I want to
Use the Blank Space to speak of everything these eyes have seen
.
.
.
Consider this my story told

Previoulsy*

Little Soldier:

Little Soldier
You are beautiful
Fashioned of shadow, light and desire

Condemned

Brimstone Butterflies
Catch and hold
I belong Here

Killed again
I would like to weep too

Little Soldier
So Still

I believe we are lost


Explanation: Each phrase from this poem is a quote from the book, A Separate Peace.

Esta Anciano*

Dance away,
Dance away my world
I'll stay still and dream
It's what I do best
I become what the world wants,
For the lost;
I am a map
For the forgotten;
I must remember
For the damned;
I will burn.
I forged these bonds
Closed them with free will
I am kept
But still I breathe
Sing to keep my calm beneath your screams
These locks are mine
And you are not my key
I will now bow because you reach above me
When you look me in the eye
We will begin

Forest Fire

Hello again
And welcome back.
You have been missed.
Unity
Again.
There's the Rush;
The power trip that lifts me up
Till i'm flying over fallen things
This.
Sky.
Is.
Mine.
And when I land,
There you are.
Submission meet Aggression.
You have been overthrown.