Caught in Depression's Grasp

Awful tears that fall

upon my crossed arms

drawing more droplets,

sobs all but warm.

Clenched nails like claws

that gnaw my palms like a beast.

So many flaws

fought without defeat.

The loss of my cause,

aggressive regret;

yet life does not pause

even with goals unmet.

These raw thoughts

linger longer than they must

against my law

to not remove their dust.

If I couldn’t fall

and instead could fly…

ought to enjoy the wind so raw

since if sought now its suicide.

Dull life that brings us all

through trials so cruel;

numerous names we call.

are we all just fools?

Long Distance

As I sit in the silence of the computer lab
with only the hum of appliances in my ear,
my stagnation brings cravings for a nap
as I day dream of my love that is not here.

His features are still so clear to me
even after a year has passed.
The feeling of his presence brought me security
that helped me forget the horrors of my past.

His green eyes were laden with adoration
while he granted me a soft but rare smile.
His soft kisses left my lips vibrant with sensation
and my cheeks blushed all the while.

His hands held mine so gently
even though they were so strong and large in size.
As we lay in bed side by side quietly
he kept staring into my eyes.

How delighted I was to run my fingers through his hair.
The scent of clean radiated from his head.
Good hygiene kept his skin pretty fair
except for a couple scars that were white or red.

He cooked me a wonderful dinner
that was incredibly delicious.
Who knew I could find such a winner?
He was so perfect I began to feel suspicious.

With how perfect he was in my eyes
I worried about his expectations of me.
Was his sincerity just a bunch of lies?
Was this purposefully too good to be?

However, time has proven him true
even with a bump here or there.
From all that we’ve gone through
I know that he really does care.

Now it’s been a year
since we’ve first met.
Plans for this summer
have already become set.

Raining Wonders and Thoughts

Drops of crystal here and there;
I can hear the chimes
that sound so fair,
so heavenly…
They ring soothingly in my mind;
worries numb as I feel the cooled air,
winds’ whispers through leaves so kind,
so beautifully…
As minutes pass, falling water moistens my hair
with nature’s shower—fresh and divine,
these elements surviving this desert’s dare,
such rarity…
Pondering possibilities of darkened clouds that cry
curiosity claims my stare
with wonderings of reasons why
from dreaming…?
Picking the garden where
my fruit is scheduled ripe;
juicy crisp pear,
so tasty…
Wet rain that encourages my eyes to the sky
to watch lightshows crash in air
relinquishing stress of mine,
so calming…

If I Love Myself, Will Someone Do So, Too?

Maiden with eyes so blue
with illuminating light;
rare smiles shown to so few
define their color so bright.

Vibrant hair of reddened flame
hid under tresses of violet shadow;
silky waves of such a mane
curved around a face not favored by the shallow.

Extra weight becomes the cover
to the beautifully flowered soul
of this romantic lover
who lives in loneliness so cold.

I wait for a being who loves me for who I am
so that I might see the light of happiness again.

The Game of the Bard

Strumming strings to strike a tone
a lean man stands on stage
with his lips before a microphone.

Grey eyes are barely visible under his navy mane
as dark and strange as his song’s force.
He’s the master of this game.

His rhythm echoed upon the walls and floor;
vocals stressing sensations line for line—
his anger emitting into the song’s course.

Moral rose over time;
fans’ fists raised—hearts in their performer’s hold;
support increased with every rhyme.

By the song’s end havoc’s already begun its goal.
Revolution rises to bring justice to this land;
to bring a due overthrow of leaders so cold.

Complaining Haikus

It’s that time of year;
a time that always brings dread.
Happens every time.

Teachers’ assignments
stack up higher than the skies.
Migraines start my pain.

Preparing ahead
is supposed to help out,
but good luck with that.

Due dates are the same,
so try not to go insane.
Is it all a game?

Put them in order.
Which one can be finished fast?
Try to do that first.

Time just loves to fly
when situations get worse,
never enough time.

But I have a plan:
to mix my work with complaints.
Hopefully it helps.

Humor helps the soul
with the worst of its toils.
Stress levels lower.

Never pass the chance
to complain in your projects.
Teachers might just smile.