Pendulum's Crown

Spinning round and round
Without need of ground
With no outer sound
The prince thus was crowned

Water pours into a cup
The prince, only a young pup
So high on pedestal been put up
Wine spills from the cup

Wisdom flows from hidden springs
Unbeknownst to most kings
They sit and watch as pendulum swings
Age the only thing it brings

Smiling face of such a child
Pendulum has yet defiled
Thoughts so soft and mild
Pendulum thus make them wild

Hard set face of crowned boy
Pendulum will thus destroy
All small faces that play with toy
The minute soldiers it doth deploy

With every soldier cometh thing called Age
Trapping younglings in a work filled cage
Filling them with wear and rage
Turning page upon page

Soon all the pages will run out
The wild thoughts will no longer shout
The world will fill with such doubt
Searching for a reason of the happiness drought

Reverse the pendulum, if only
There was a way to that they could see
Stop the soldiers so lonely
To stop the age that kills them and me

But stop the pendulum and what comes next?
Wondering people so perplexed
No reason to live in that hex
Rather have the Age and the vex

The world keeps spinning, round and round
Giving life and returning to the ground
Life; laughter and tears, the only sound
For to have life, pendulum must also be crowned

Something To Believe In

My life
Is a tiresome routine
I go about my day
Saying things I don't mean
I go about my night
Wishing I could sleep
I go about the people
Wishing there was one worth trying to keep

My home
Is chipped and stained
By vicious tears
And smiles feigned
By faking friends
And thrown fists
By forgotten duties
And torn up lists

My world
Is full of dangers
People to avoid
And smiling strangers
Slithering snake
Circling fin
I want away from it all
I need something to believe in

My body
Is just trying to survive
I just want
To feel alive
Without any
Of life's pain
Without emotions
That I don't want to feign

My soul
Needs more
Than chips and stains
And slammed door
Than stifled cries
And regretted sin
I just need something
To believe in

My dreams
My hopes and fears
They stay hidden
Along with my tears
Why must they refuse
To come true?
Why can't I break
Away from you?

My prayer
If it be heard
Is to fly away
Like a beautiful bird
To have a home
With no stains
To have a life
With no pains

My life
Will be my own
I will make my way
That much is known
It won't be easy
Especially when I first begin
But I know I can do it
For I am the something I found to believe in

Alive

I started the new year
Alone
On a couch
Eating chocolate
Watching a movie I've seen a million times

I went to bed at 12:30
Fell asleep at 2
Woke up at 9
Too early for a Sunday
But at least now it's tomorrow

Because yesterday I listened
To the people outside getting drunk
And setting off fireworks
Like the bang of a gun
BANG!

Why do they all
Want to start the new year drunk
Kissing a stranger as the ball drops
Making stupid choices
They won't even remember making?

I was alone
Because I spent the night at my sister's
And she clocked out at 11
And her baby woke her up at 9:30
Too early for a Sunday

If it weren't for the fireworks
I wouldn't have even realized
When midnight hit
And now it's today, the first of 2017
And nothing has changed

People make resolutions
And break them soon after
People say thank god 2016's over
But they'll treat 2017 the same way
So why do we celebrate?

I don't know about them or you
But I celebrate because-
I am alive
I survived another year
And nothing majorly bad happened during it

I celebrate because-
This year I can try more
I can be better
I may fail, like I have before
But I can still try

But, you know what?
I do not need
A whole new year
To have a whole new start
I don't even need a new day

Every minute is a chance
To try harder
To give more
To be the change
You want to see in the world

So treat every day
Every minute
Every second
Like it's the beginning of a new year
But not by making stupid choices you won't remember making

But by having resolutions
And believing you'll keep them
By celebrating the fact
That you
Are still
Alive

Words

My words sound better coming from my hands -

They fly
They soar
They sing
They dance

And they glide

They're beautiful, when told by my hands    

But told by my mouth

They're grotesque -

They fall

They fail

They hurt

They slip

And they die

So reading what I say

You may think you know me

You may think I'm

Deep

Wise

Understanding

Magical 

Beautiful . . .

And listening to what I say

You may think you know me

You may think I'm

Blunt

Babbling

Unsympathetic

Pessimistic

Grotesque . . .                                 

In reality I am neither of these people

And also both -

Deep and blunt

Wise and babbling

Understanding and unsympathetic

Magical and pessimistic

And beautifully grotesque

I fly and I fall

I soar and I fail

I sing and I hurt

I dance and I slip

I glide and I die

None of this is literal

This literature I'm writing

And to you

I may sound quite inviting

For you are hearing this all from my hands

And, well, the first line I wrote here still stands

Bad Wolf

A foul taste in my mouth
At the very back of my throat
Everyone hath gone away
No one was devote

Grinding teeth, such a noise
From such pearly whites
Glinting eyes, dripping tongue
They cometh most all nights

The big bad wolf bloweth down
My pride and confidence
Doctor giveth pills to construct
But wolf downs my fence

The red eyes of the damned
Wolf hath eaten my sleep
Doctor maketh promises
But still the wolf doth creep

It stalketh me wherever I go
No escape in sight
I run all day without fail
But they still find me in the night

Those greedy eyes, so judgment filled
Hungry to dismiss
My emotions, worries, fears
And tell me its all bliss

Those dripping teeth, mouth full of lies
Say their life's much worse
Focus on me, is what they say
Surely we're the ones with the curse

Those twitchy ears hear so much
But listen they do not
I try to make them understand
But their empathy is shot

Care for me, I beg the world
But no wolf will heed
The desperate shouts, the vicious tears
They want to see me bleed

Instead each wolf screams, "Care for me!
For I'm much more important than you!"
I hear their cries, but listen not
For I'm a bad wolf too