We, the Pretenders

Hidden in the open Shadows only within In the light, darkness stays shrouded Posed as flesh – a mask too realistic Until morphed into truth Forgotten secrets and infinite creation

Staring at Corners

Knowing life’s wandered far

Knowing death has come to where you are

Learning the things potpourri

The living weren’t to ever see

Learning of before the birds and the bees

Learning of after catastrophes

Staring blankly at that single spot

Certain that certain things just can’t be bought

In that silence and solitude

A smile breaks the mood

A single smirk

On your face, it shall lurk

Timid and strong

You fit yet don’t belong

Captive yet free

Blind and yet you can see

A mass of contradictions

As you lie there without restrictions

What had always held you down

Seems insignificant this time around

Staring at corners

Wary of mourners

Because death shouldn’t be feared

As you know once your mind was cleared

The pulling at your heart

The worries from the start

The questions in your mind

The problems you left behind

The ticking of the clock

The future you must walk

The walls and ceiling meet

The embrace become your corner sweet

Backed up against it

You are split

Banished to it

You are unfit

But from where you lie

Staring at it by and by

You are stronger than you’ve ever been

Feeling no regret nor chagrin

At the time which you should be the weakest

You finally understand the deepest

Staring at corners still

You have regained your will

As death encroaches

A new life approaches

A light for your darkest hours

No need for tears and bundles of flowers

Because in this moment

You know your life was potent

And you smile and close your eyes

And you and those corners say your goodbyes

Sharing the Skylight

The clock has not yet chimed twelve,

It hasn’t reached noon,

Yet high with the fiery sun,

I spot the glow of the moon

I look in amazement,

I ponder the thought,

Why did they choose cooperation today,

When for attention they usually fought

The sun’s bright beams shined all day,

The moon smiled silently through the night,

To one another, nothing to say

Until today, all they did was fight

This morning, though,

I looked upon the sky

And say the two hand in hand,

Tired of being malicious and sly

Instead of provoking one another,

Or hogging the stage

They stood together

Sharing the fame and wage

The wage of our looks

Of admiration and awe

When glancing up from our work and books,

There seemed to be not a single flaw

Open Blinds

Rush of light floods in

Through eyes shut sensed

Awaken by unrelenting brightness

Streaming steady, endlessly inward

Bathing the room in light

Unavoidable, inevitable

Escapes a moan of despair

Eyes forced to contradictions

No longer able to drift back to sleep

Yet wanting nothing more than escape

The blinding intensity of the rays

Outlining luminosity a ton

Uncovering the whites

Of the eyes, and the iris bright

Lifting the blanketing lids covering

The warmth of the darkness and night

During sleep, comfort stripped

Away from dreaming