Jonas86

Standing on the edge with a view onto, Nothing, Hands clenched in fists of rage, My body locked and I feel, Caged. The wild animal within, Hearing the wind, Feeling, Natures breath. To hear the call from what is, Wild. A call to flight, A call to arms. Calling, Calling me to, Cage, Cage, Horrid cage. Why must I view such a wasteland of, Despair; Yet hear the calling wind. The sweet sweet song of, A memory not my own; Ancient. Free. I will break this cage. I will run wild. I will run free. The horror rage, That shakes the cage, Of the wild, Within me.

My bleeding heart, Beats its tune, In time to a rhythm, Like a thunders boom. Bleeding to a beat, And beating in time, It beats and it bleeds, This heart of mine. An empty ocean, Inside my chest, Bar a bleeding heart, That will not rest. So it beats its rhythm, Its bleeding tune, As I hope my dreams, May somehow come true.

Cry it away, Lay down alone, Hope for tomorrow, And today to be gone. Let the tears roll on down, As they wash away cares, Let go of the words, That brought with them your fears. A dark moon is nigh, Let it hide all the pain, Wrapping you up, From the day that has been. Lay down in the night, Lay down alone, Lay down tonight, Hope tomorrow will come.

Standing upon the mountain, almost knee high in snow. Standing before a gnarled old tree, the wind curling around my body, tugging at my cape like the hands of a child. Through the wind and the cold, tears still ran down my face. Reaching out a gloved hand, running fingers across the contours of the bark, so old, and lacking in the life that was once there, that was once so alive and that is no longer. A sigh escaped blue lips, sorrow for times lost, and then a gasp from behind a rock. “Come out child. Tell me why you are here.” A youthful set of eyes watching from behind a rock emerged, followed by a nose a mouth a face a body no

The Beauty of Death. I burn; I burn, with the fury of hell unleashed. The flames rise up to meet me as I stand upon the pyre, fire the licking at my toes, my feet, my calves, as the hairs on my body burn bright and then sizzle into oblivion leaving a sulphur smell in their wake. I do not try to struggle, I do not try to scream; there is no point to it, only to give them the satisfaction of watching a weakling burn and writhe in pain. The blood from a cut on my forehead begins to pour down my face and across my left eye as it moves with gravity until the earth will absorb it. The blood touched my lips and my tongue curled out to lick the dro

Here one day, Then gone the next, You were a breath of fresh air, Into a closed room, A ray of sun into a dark room, Though death came with you, And destroyed the world we knew. All is gone, The room is closed, And the ray of sun, That shone so bright, Gets dimmer, Everyday.

I have no life, It was destroyed, You along with it, I screamed your name, A million times, And hoped that you would hear. The heavens are your home now, You must like there, I really hope you do, Because the heaven I had here, Just can’t exist, Not without you.

We acted like adults, Though no more than children, Scaring the face, Of the world we were ‘given’. ‘Given’ by those who did not comprehend, The pain they had caused, The damaging trend, Killing the better world for their children. Lights dim down, Then flicker away, The world goes dark, As if to say, Goodbye. People lined on darkened streets, Stare at the stars, There are no great feats, To bare them away, For this is the start, Of judgment day.

Hawk, hawk, Do you watch me now? As I move in between the people near me, Hear their chatter, Watch their movements, Feel the pressure of the bustling crowd. Close my eyes, Feel the wind, The quiet of the calling sky, Spread my wings, Stretching wide, Lift me up unto the sky. A sudden jolt, Back down to earth. Stumbling forward, Hearing voices, “Sorry mate didn’t see you there.” As I sigh, Wings retract, The wind recedes, The confines of ‘reality’ closing in, Sorry hawk, Not today, I will fly with you some other day.

Hear that child? The rain on the roof? Step outside. Take a walk. Feel the water, Upon your back. Smell the scent, Of the world alive. Appreciate it. Watch the rain, Bring life. Breaking the tension, Of daily strife. Cool on the skin, Rolling down, Earthward bound. Take a walk with me, Into the world, Feel the downpour, Of cleansing rains; So let the downpour come, To wash away the pain. As no one can see you, Cry in the rain.