wasichu's blog: "shorter poems that are actually poems"

During transition of time Skin of life grows old. The dreams and images that ferment as boundaries of reality fade in meaning. Burrowing inside itself, Ever deeper through blankets of mist Where only a glimmer can be seen It only leaves a whisper of those faded From brilliant strength. It’s glow rarely disruptive, Yet blinding when it comes. NOW SEE Open that barricade. Raise that road that was covered in flood rain for all that time. And with all truth, let two opposing forces… See an ally. So strong these two wage for triumph, And seek higher ground IT’S TIME TO STEP OUT OF THE DARK AND REMOVE THAT MASK I AM READY WE ARE ONE I AM FULL

He had a lot to say, He knew the ropes well. But he knew them from example. I've walked many miles. I've seen the moon many times, how loud are you? Are you prepared for me. Am I prepared? know my soul, know me well. I'll pull you down, I'll watch you drown and not notice. I don't mean this recklessness, I don’t want to hurt you But I'll only destroy you. Help me care for you. Help me understand. My skin may fade from you, pull my blanket close- I don't mind. Just don't get stuck in this world, not with my dilutions. Don't let me swallow you!

Yellow skies, black clouds And transparent arrows Pointing to a black hole The sun was dead. The moon long lost, it fell behind that sheet that some call god STOP It pains to see the world you’ve created, It’s shaming to know I’ve helped. Can’t we open our eyes? But then we’d have to see THEIR AFRAID, The monsters in the window Are seen with blind eyes. THEIR AFRAID, The clock is running out And the turning hands are growing, Louder YOU CAN’T PRETEND NOT TO HEAR YOUR ALARM Wake up from your shackles, It’s time for your nightmare