"Reflections"

 We danced in the rain;
Fought through the pain.
We wiped away the tears;
Faced our greatest fears.
Our hearts were shattered,
Our souls were left tattered.
On our pride, their egos fed.
Doubt seeped into our heads.
Looked through broken glass;
Saw reflections of our past.
Bared scars of our old lives.
Wondering how we survived.
We danced through the flames.
Every obstacle we overcame.
Only to grow older together.
A love that will last forever.

"Turning"

 Friends turning into enemies.
Enemies turning into friends.
Everyone I gave a damn about
Fucking vanishes in the very end.
Fighting depression and grief.
Spiraling down into the darkness.
My inner demons keep whispering
As I descend further into madness.
Save yourself while you still can.
I will only drag you further down.
Save yourself while you still can.
I will end up six feet in the ground.
This concrete jungle of the damned,
The monster inside me breaking free.
The shear thrill of the fucking hunt
Now consumes every part of me.
Satisfying my appetite for destruction.
The tearing of human flesh and bone.
Losing my fragile grip of my humanity.
My heart and soul turning into stone. 
Save yourself while you still can.
I will fucking tear your body apart.
Save yourself while you still can.
I will feast upon your beating heart.

"A Great Start"

 

Tired  of feeling down?

Your world always blue?

Eat some Taco Bell;

Take a mighty poo.

You may feel better.

You will feel at ease

Whatever you choose,

Please spray Febreze.

If still down and blue,

Pack another bowl.

Sit back and relax

Eat all the Swiss Rolls.

Whatever you do

Never eat crazy glue.

Because if you do

Your mind turns to poo.

I no longer make sense.

This poem had a great start.

So, I'll have to end it here

For that wasn't just a fart. 

"My Ideology"

 A chaotic ideology corrupted.
Thoughts of anarchy invading.
Questioning my calm insanity.
My fragile grip on reality fading.
Pawn in a celestial chess game.
My tattered soul is the damn prize.
Good and evil tugging Fate's strings.
Through their maze, I fight to survive.
Inside a downward spiral of apathy.
Fighting through the chains of doubt.
Clinging onto the last spark of hope.
As I keep clawing my way back out.
The darkness keeps testing my faith.
The demons whisper my transgressions.
Refusing to give into their mind games;
Fighting through waves of depression.
A new peaceful ideology takes shape.
Thoughts of my future taking hold.
No longer questioning my sanity
As I embrace visions of growing old.

"The Limelight"

 
In the limelight,
Hiding behind a mask.
In the darkness,
Shadows of their past.
In this steel jungle
They're trying to survive.
Amongst the concrete,
Fighting for their lives.
A needle or pills
Promises them salvation
A bottle of false hope
Leads them to damnation.
Fading neon lights
Shining on spent shells.
The chalk outlines
Echoing sombering knells.
Fallen angel wings
Lining the earthen graves.
As the hell hounds
Dance in their demonic rave.
In the moonlight,
We succumb to the past.
In the darkness,
Our souls turned to ash.

"Amongst The Stars"

Amongst the stars

Our dreams slumber.

We strive to achieve

The life we hunger.

The weight of doubt

Holding us downward.

The chains of fear

Drag us backwards.

Our fragile soul shackled

By thoughts of morality.

Hearts forever frozen

By visions of anxiety.

Amongst the wreckage

We look to the heavens.

Questioning our deities

As we cry our confessions.

Across the webs of Fate,

We weave out our legacy.

Across the passage of time

The angels record our victory.

Amongst the fading stars

Our bodies now slumber.

We vanish into the abyss

Our hearts unencumbered.

"Rolling Winds"

 In the rolling autumn winds
Brews a storm of uncertainty.
Whispered rumors of anarchy
Drowned by chaotic broadcasts.
Algorithms try to fuel the flames.
Negativity flashes across screens.
A simple conversation about peace
Turns into an uncivilized war of trolls.
Misinformation spewed by rage bait;
Science is now questioned by inquisition.
Religious zealots burning written words
As they worship idols on their screens.
Somewhere buried in all this hatred
Are the quiet screams for humility.
We cannot keep living through fear.
We cannot keep fighting through hate.
We're meant to be creatures of empathy,
And not blind monsters fueled by apathy.
We shouldn't be digging massive graves
In the mushroom clouds filling the sky.
In the frigid, rolling autumn winds
Approaches a storm of uncertainty.
Somewhere in the end of all the chaos
We will find peace or our total demise.