My Prayer

Speak prayer into the air

the kind the mind makes daunting

achievable as a miracle

the goal unattainable, but inspiring

it’s the only thing worth striving

for it gives more for us to bear

Head of Clay

Your liquid life melts into my mind

my head a chalice for you to live inside

made of fragile clay, I’ll break away

you’ll be left, held in place, like water turned to ice

I hope one day, you melt away and fill another’s mind all day

That Mind

Some kinda habit for me.

Quietly drinking, thinking loudly

it fuels that thing that’s in me

It’s kinda maddening

the things it tells me

but I’m too slow to repeat

One half encouraging

the other demanding

not what I wished it to be

Whispers so sweetly

after its beat me

but I somehow stay in one piece

A God’s Death

Vacant shrines

Where dead Gods reside

one remains

lost to time

Through ragged breath

it said, “I ate them all,

but they leave me wanting more.

I need to drink a human’s soul.

A man gets lost

he finds the shrines of long ago

shattered and overgrown.

One stands tall, and as red as blood.

A whisper comes from all around,

“Speak a prayer, your greatest wish.

I am God.

I’ll make it so, all I ask is for sip.”

The man spoke his darkest truth,

and so he died.

And the evil God died too.

Porcelain Bone

Arrogance incited it

Stupidity enacted it

Reality dictated, “You’ve broken it.”

Regret visited, but Shame overstayed.

Every moment thereafter, was laced with pain.

Hope assures me, “This is all temporary.”

While Anxiety provokes me, “It’ll never be the same.”

Wisdom comforts me, “Just look how much you’ve grown, forced to live without that porcelain bone.”

Carpe Diem

Sinking in this feeling,

Can’t get out.

Walls push away the ceiling,

I’m not home.

Exit at the deep end,

I might drown.

It always seems to get to me,

lacking peace, anxious dreams

begging the alarm wont ring

I don’t want to start the day

and sleep through it on my feet

I want to feel alive

I want to seize the day

Fragments

You’re a giant.

Bones made of rage and hate.

One eyed, and full of focus

You’re a snake.

Voice made of venom.

Shedding skin, one for every ulterior motive.

You’re a flame.

Fueled by ambition

and willing to burn everything to the ground.

You’re a vase.

Brimming with light.

arrogant to think you can bear it all and keep it locked away.

You’re a ghost.

cruel to your core.

Condemned to exist for all eternity,

unnoticed.