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Astral May 2015
I awoke one morning to see the rain pouring softly, a mist against my window

I looked outside and not a sound to be heard, the birds were not conducting their melodies, the wind not writing its poems among the trees

Every soul seemed to be gone, I looked to my mailbox and not a single letter, I looked to my friends and none would answer

The same for my parents, and all my mutuals, it seems I was all alone

Did I do something wrong to have caused this rapture? The silence was deafening to my mind

I’m not sure what has caused all of this, but I guess I’ve become king of lonliness, and I sit and look at my empty kingdom
Astral May 2015
When the fires reach the shores of the foggy eyed people

How close will it need to come, to make their sight clear

These fires will rage on

And will burn until the world is ash
Astral Apr 2015
You showered down the staircase, in waves of color and crystals

You left petals of pink orchids across the hallway

How coulld I remain in this place, knowing you were here

I’ll never walk down this old eroded street again, they’re to close to what I wish was gone

The past is to much of a burden to the present i’m in, it’s time that I walked from the pavement into the rain
A poem I wrote while it rained during a winter day
Astral Apr 2015
I don’t want to head outside, and become swept away from the storm that is raging

To be drowned in God’s black tears, to become another body laid to the graves of Babel

I wish to escape what is happening around, but the fates have set their sacrifices to my placement here

So I’ll sit from the shattered window sill and watch the storm, biblical in measure, chaotic in humanity
Astral Apr 2015
I’m a husk of anxiety and stress, my bones made of Celexa, my mind of insecurity

My eyes are made of black dyes, my teeth of financial dread
I rise each day with a curve in my spine, and weight upon my feet

But I am here, still going

I may be exhausted, but I’m still going

My will made of coal, always burning, never surrendering

I breathe sarin, and exhale carbon monoxide

But I’m still going
Astral Apr 2015
The time will never come back, a wound that will never heal

It’s a crushing blow to the mind, a painful cut to your emotion

Closure is the hymn you wish to hear, time is the service that you want to last forever

Nostalgia to blur out the moments of melting sorrow, those buzzing moments of confusion of doubt

The time will never come back, so we must go forward with the time left

To go forward in resolve, for you are the creation and end, the alpha and omega, the one to see the path to its final pyre

Go with strength and hope, you’ll find that shade to lay in, with warmth in your bones, and love on your sleeve

Go forward, the time can never come back
Astral Apr 2015
The flowers have wilted on this brightest of days, I guess they knew it was the end of their cycle

Even though they are gone, I can still see the faded colors of their beauty

It’s a sorrowful sight to see them go away, but I see a sprout of green, rising in the place they now rest

— The End —