Books Whisper

In the buzzing of chatter in the room

A single soul attempts to escape their gloom

Others laugh, talk, and worry

But she is in no hurry

Instead of discussing events and gossip

She engulfs her mind and sound into a trip

The pen in hand and paper before her

She finally stands as the creator

Tired of the corrupted environment

She slowly retreats, distant

People wonder only for a moment

But turn away as she is resistant

Brushing off their shallow concerns

From that so called humanity she turns

Into her world of thought and lines

Into the world for which she pines

All secrets and inner thoughts revealed

When once they laid locked up and sealed

Her once numbed heart silenced and still

Picks up pace to match the words’ trill

Her race against herself, humanity, and time

Appears before her in prose and rhyme

Bound together for all to see

Are the books that whisper to me

Edge of the Void

The clock keeps running down

Each minute engraves a frown

Every second wipes it clean

So the fatigue is never seen

The insistent ticking of the watch

Reminds you of all you splotch

Psychotic and brinking on societal norms

You swear you shall change all and reform

The glass shape curves and shines

But all you hear is others whine

The sand dripping, your silent friend

Each grain passes is another towards an end

The fears and anxieties of countless others

Upon yours you take on and smother

But what reality remains course yet dull

Beats furiously upon your skull

Why worry of such trivial matters?

Why take all the trash and the batter?

Nothing could ever make you sadder

Than believing the former rather than the latter

The edge of the void creeps and draws you in

But you shake your head because that’s where you’ve been

Now Open

Just want to cry it all out

I won’t talk about it

Just want to figure it all out

I won’t simply be here and sit

Why can’t answers come so easily?

When do we finally get to know?

Why must we catalyze this secrecy?

Where does everything fall into flow?

Spent my hours cruel and callous

No sensitivity, no mercy

Snarl and growl, so malicious

No community, no sympathy

Can someone break me out of this agony?

Will emotions wash me clean?

Can I toss the indifference and apathy?

Will trust rebuild the emptiness between?

Now the aura erupts its emanating glory

Color, warmth, and chills waft

Transparency anew tainted from discovery

Taking these for granted was quite daft

But no more putting on a show

Optimism is a blessing and a restriction

Stockpiling bliss before dealing a final blow

But now open and real feeling breach limitation

New Horizon

Endings rarely wanted

Kicked about and put off

Not allowing stops haunted

At them you simply scoff

Better off living in familiar safety

Being constant and forever young

Where you know each and every

Where you can try blocking what stung

But covering up and burying reality

Faking until you yourself believe

Does not work as well as thought out to be

Pretending while your heart grieves

But a new horizon is upon us and spreading

That sun scorching lies is now setting

Halfway to the Start

Always believing the lowest

Trusting the insecurities

Following the negativity

That eats away at the brain

And the mind blanks out to all

Not the paranoia and fear

Of selfish claims and ulterior motives

That nothing is true

And there is naught to be certain

About and be caught by

Once falling face and back down

Blind and vulnerable

Guards and wall won’t ever drop down

And we were at the start

But now we get pushed further

Back to the negatives

Past point zero

Terrified and needing a comfort

Holding on to unsure distrust

Gone in time to a place with no

Trust, hope, or belief in

The good of human kind’s

Heart and pureness

Through the tainted lives

We live day by week

By month and year

Forever and eternity apart

Nothing to do except trust

Nothing to change but everything

Nothing to believe in but reality

But trusting nothing

And changing nothing

And believing only worries

We become infinitely further

From the beginning

The start is miles and centuries lost

And we’re halfway to the start

But we waver yet again

Facing the fresher world

Of dry yellow grass

And shaded eyes

And whispered exchanges

And solitude of self benefit

So the distance close splits

Yet again to another half

And we’re yet another halfway

From the start

Such disbelief and anger

Never subsiding

And wallowing in filled silence

Tense and breakable

Snapping in small pressure

Unable to be anything but incomplete

Relationships slashed

Homes burnt in fury

And frozen in ice

The match of lava and hail

Meeting halfway,

Halfway to the start

As the Hourglass Cracks

The hourglass,

Steady and dependable

The curvy smooth glass,

Flawless at touch

The grains of sand,

Within it drip,

Slowly and gradually,

Telling of time passed

The continuous reminder

Of seconds gone by

The constant cue

Of minutes elapsed

The consistent indication

Of hours surpassed

Time does not wait,

For one or for all,

It keeps its pace,

Always moving forward,

And all must keep up

To meet the day’s, the life’s goals,

But within each and every one,

Living and breathing,

Upon this very Earth,

Beats and drips their own

Unique hourglass

And once the time has come,

That hourglass shall crack