Riptide, Written 5/1/15 at 2 AM

Riptide, Written 5/1/15 at 2 AM

I know just how you wronged me in the past,
How quickly you made trouble, turned and flew;
And though I know that we would never last,
I know that I might still run back to you.

Should you return with sorry eyes and tears,
Apologies for all the hurt we made;
I'd rapidly abandon all my fears,
Into the riptide I once more would wade

So pull me out, sweeping me from my feet
As my head fights to find the surface air,
As if it were the first time that we met,
When I knew not that I must tread with care

If you approached me now with shameless charms
I know I still would fall into your arms

Once More From The Deep, Written 2/3/15

Once More From The Deep, Written 2/3/15

Commander, we are losing men upon the Western front.
The savages are ravaging the walls that we built up.
We are in need of orders, sir, and lately, to be blunt,
The soldiers haven't heard a word, and some want to give up.

They've broken through! The wall is breached; we need directions now!
What are your orders sir? We're falling into chaos here.
There may yet be a chance to win, if you just tell us how,
But those who have not fallen now are succumbing to fear.

We do not beg you for your sword, only your words and plans,
Assemble reinforcements and charge once more from the deep.
You only need to hold the flag, so stay your blade in hand,
For blood is meant for us to spill, and yours is yours to keep.

Back to Start, Written 2/1/15

Back to Start

Now I can barely see through all my tears

As you prepare the final words I'll hear
come splashing, Crashing down like all my fears

Now the end I chose not to see comes near.

Now we know that what goes up must come down

and gravity's effect is no surprise.

But I wonder through my disfigured frown

from where did these tears come to wet my eyes?

The mind knows not why feelings thus are born,

and cannot make them come or go, it seems.

Perhaps the heart is source of love and fear

Pumping the life blood of you in my dreams

And blood, Pumped up or down, goes back to start

Back, like you, where it belongs, in my heart.

January for December, written 1/29/15

January for December

The snow, once white, turns grey, as landscapes die beneath the cold,
The piercing wind destroys each fire of hope, its whistle scolds
That flame, for daring defy the monochromatic grey
Decaying into black as sunlight is drained from the day.

The Sun, she visits less each day, though now we need her more,
Scarce daring show her face without a veil of cloud decor.
The Moon, her nocturne lullaby starts earlier each day,
And bedsheets beckon us, perchance to dream our lives away.

As each day whithers faster into night, it may yet seem
That soon it will be naught but dark, as darkness now does teem.
Yet though this ominous shadow doth lurk, i say this, please, remember:
Though both are cold, don't mistake January for December.

For this is but the start, it isn't yet to be the end.
Time cycles, and your heart soon warm apologies shall mend.
The spring will birth new colours, rains shall wash the grey away,
And actual sunlight at last will beg of you to stay.

Sins, Written 1/15/15

Your skin as white as snow betrays the coldness in your heart,
Your lips, crimson, as if they'd taste the blood spilled on your part
Your coerced smile, so beautiful, but only for display,
Left to return to distaste as the camera fades away.

I know not how the warning signs escaped my watchful eye,
Selective though it was; too quick distracted by your sigh.
Yet though my ear heard more direct that you would leave in pain,
I drove you through my heart, knowing full well you'd not remain.

After a while i'd fooled myself, believing you would stay,
Thinking my care would somehow wash your fear and sin away.
I should have known unholiness would not be kept at bay,
and now I reap its ruinous rewards in my dismay.

I plunged you into my heart, and the devil tore you out,
and as you ran, my pulsing blood left too, no more devout,
but not to safety, instead in his arms you lay alone.
Ever for your sins, Emptiness shall force you to atone.