My Translucent Mind: October 2009

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Bad Habit ( Oct. 27, 2009 )

As the crystal clear ice drops descend from my eyes, I feel the rush of my veins turning black.
My heartbeats beginning to seize, and my hope beginning to die.
The habit has taken my immortal soul.
I am now left with nothing but the shattered pieces that was once my life.
I fell numb as I lay under the willow tree.
To say good bye to the whispering winds , I take my last breath -

FAT ( Oct. 27, 2009 )

What beauty is there to see, behind the body of sweet sorrows?
Is there ever an end to the road of heartaches?
And yet is there ever a beginning to the dream that always was?
To think you see me as beautiful, is to know that I am not.
As my body eats itself, I live forever.
And as I look in the mirror I feel sorry to know that that is who I am.
I feel sorry to know that this is me.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Raindrops ( Sometime in 2009 )

As the fire within slowly dissolves into a dim light, the aspiration to actually lives decays.
Soon there is nothing but the utter blackness of the night.
The majestic rain falls upon my check as I ponder through the storm.
As the beauty radiates my soul I hear nothing but the reminiscing music of all natures beauty.
I softly float away and give into the nights essence.

Friday, October 2, 2009

First Ever Rhyming Poem ( Oct. 2, 2009)

The night dwells as the creatures come out to play.
Such howls that follow the beauty of our darkened day.
What lies within is but yet a mystery locked by the binds of life.
A hidden key, surpassed by death, the screams within the night.
And as our breath begin to seize we take our last and final leap.
To somewhere greater that lies within, a path once known as forbidden.

The Shadow ( Oct. 2, 2009)

For I have but yet a shadow that derives from a hole within my heart.

To not know when it shall be awaken, is to the know the bindings of my life.

I can not render the last ounce of sanity I was given, to but yet the utter blackness of my night.

I shall stay where the waters are shallow, to escape where my soul is too deep.

As the darkened day engulfs my pain, I find nothing to ease my dying words.

I am but lost on a road of never ending tears, a sea none the less, that with every drop of blood, a heart beat is skipped.

My breath is beginning to seize, at last I take the hand of the shadow and suddenly I am erased from the life that never was.