It’s dark outside today, The clouds are grey and thick with rain That falls, a wall of grey and song. Little drops, so cool and clear, Are little notes that all combine In a symphony of musical noise. It’s lonely outside today, The park is empty and abandoned, There’s no one here, save me The … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: A Walk in the Rain
Category: Poetry
The Empty
He couldn’t think of any way to identify this place. It wasn’t small, that much was true. It wasn’t large either. It wasn’t ugly, but it wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t cold. It wasn’t barren, nor was it verdant. It wasn’t dark, nor was it bright. There were no people, that much … Continue reading The Empty
Burning Jack: Prologue
Rumors abound how the people who died When they burst into flame or drowned when they cried, Could ever have met such a fate as they did, Or why they were frightened, or why they all hid. Some out there say that they met the wrath Of a vengeful old ghost with whom they'd crossed … Continue reading Burning Jack: Prologue
Sleep
There is no dagger that sleep will not use To stop your heart and blind your eyes To cover up its thin disguise For that which lies beneath There is no nightmare sleep won't bring to life To close your eyes and chain your hands So that you will not understand The things that live … Continue reading Sleep
A Much Needed Shower
My naked skin is burning in the merciless sun, My bare feet cut and pierced by every thorn and rock, My face is soaked with dirty sweat and burning tears, My exposed body too fatigued to run I hear stiff breezes whisper in my ear And see grey clouds that gather in the distance. I … Continue reading A Much Needed Shower
Solitude
I slip into the waters of my mind, waves lapping at my ankles. I look around and see nobody near. I walk, until the water surrounds me on all sides. I'm the only one here. How peaceful, my solitude! I reach the edge of the shelf and look into the depths; It's all silent and … Continue reading Solitude
To My Mother
What have you given me? Why, here’s a list: You gave my body and a brain and half my DNA, With all the pain of birthing, that’s something extra, eh? Some joyous years I spent with you, and then another gift That took up my spot on your knee, though you soon closed that rift. … Continue reading To My Mother
The End is Yet to Come
When you're broken, and you think yourself beyond repair, When you see light flicker out before your eyes, When your burdens grow beyond your strength to bear, And it seems that hope is lost forever, The end is yet to come. When you've fallen father than you think you'll ever climb, When there's no way … Continue reading The End is Yet to Come
Rainstorm
You know a storm is coming You see it in the sky You try to run for shelter As you know it's nearby Your safety now is futile As home evades your grasp You run towards it but only find The storm now has you clasped You cry for help and struggle As the clouds … Continue reading Rainstorm
Death Means Naught to Him
Death means naught to Him For he was dead, and returned Just as I once was But He brought me back to life And shall do the same for you
Carter's Compendium 