Colorful vagrant little spheres
How they float so freely
Not caring where they would land
Not caring of their inevitable fate
Empty containers of air
Soaring above a harsh world
Blown by the winds to-and-fro
Seeing hearing speaking nothing
Is it bliss to soar so high?
Do they not care that they will die?
Once they reach the ground and burst
They are sacks of inanimate rubber
Is sentience a curse?
They say One thinks too much
How One loathes you balloons
You have no thought, no will, nothing
Jealousy; One ought to shoot them down
Shatter them before their time
To watch them rip apart
By the very air that gives them flight
With thought comes madness
With madness comes animosity
With such things One must live
For One is no balloon, but alive
Filed under: Poetry
I am afraid
I will say the wrong things
And scare you away
Forever
I am afraid
I will not be as alluring to you
As you are to me
Now
I am afraid
That you are not as I imagined
Just like others I’ve met
Here
I am afraid
Of embarrassing myself quite badly
Just to woo you
Again
I am afraid
That you would not like me at all
Despite all my effort
Anyway
I am afraid
If I do not risk all the above
I would never know
Anything
Filed under: Poetry
Where had thee gone?
I seeked thy forest
I seeked thee long
And found only unrest
Fragrance, thine inbound
Only a memory as mine
Remembers like the Hound
Of fate and twisted lines
I called unto thee
And saw a cry for patience
To soon, I could scarcely breathe
Shallow, free of sensations
Of spoken words
Long gone before I dared
To close thine mouth, absurd
A moment of pain we shared
A struggle divine
As I ravaged thy body
As thou writhed under mine
And ended limp and heavy
Now into thine eyes I see
Hoping my smile would be met
But thine eyes are now empty
The Emptiness of Death
