Gray Light

My essence shines in the day,

A harsh and desperate gray

Longing to see more and feel

More, to feel human and real.

 

So gray and bland,

I feel like another particle

In the infinite sand

Of the plain carnival.

 

I look and around to see

The unfortunate and gray sea,

Wondering if my aura can change

To become and stay something strange.

 

In a world of gray sadness

Full of desperate and lonely souls,

I want to escape the madness

And the insanity of the black hole

 

Of this unfortunate society,

For all I want to see is color,

And not the society of gray anxiety

Because for once, I want to wonder.

Short Poetry

Poem #1

Rotten and cruel,

Hot as magma

But as dumb as a mule

And colder than frozen aqua

I am glad to be rid of you.

Poem #2

The taste of your flesh

Feels good on my lips.

As I dig into your skin,

I can feel the blood and

Savor your taste and fragrance.

Poem #3

Love knows no bounds,

But with you,

Love stopped before

The first sound.

Poem #4

Swipe left, swipe right,

Keep distracting to ignore humans,

For human contact is unnecessary.

All I need is my phone to fill this

Small void inside me.

Dust

Up high in the sky,

Past the bright stars,

Lies the dust of life.

 

The dust that forms humanity

Has never settled down,

Always being shaken,

 

Allowing for change

And endless growth.

We are the dust

 

And we must always

Move, shaking and spinning

And creating new dust.

Human Angel

If we could stop and look around,

What would you see in front of you?

You would see people,

Different than you,

But human nonetheless.

Some are afraid of home,

Coming to freedom with nothing

Other than what they wear,

Yet people fear the worst

From those most desperate,

For aid, clothes, food,

Things we take for granted.

They are human,

Like you and I.

Help the helpless,

Aid a human like you,

Fear not their helplessness,

Provide a helping hand,

Be an angel to a human in need.

One

A working title for a working story, hopefully the response is good. I don’t know where I am going with this story but at the same time I do.

One

Fire burns in the sky. Thunder rumbles but it is not that of nature. Bastard lightning strikes from the clouds and splits everything it touches in two.

Buildings lay broken and construed across the barren earth. No weed or blade of grass grows; water no longer exists and sun no longer shines. Soil has become sand and broken bones have become ash. Hazardous wind blows and sweeps everything away, its hideous fingers greedily taking what remains.

Not a bird flies nor does a mouse scuttle; every animal is gone. The oceans have died with marine life inedible. Birds fell from the sky, feathers burning and screeches roaring as they fell. Land animals consumed fire and died from within, this was the fate for those that survived after the initial damage.

This hell was brought upon by the Ruler, the one from my country. The name so satanic, it was erased from history books when those things existed. I still remember the name and refuse to acknowledge it. The Ruler died at their own hand, but sadly billions joined their side.

I always knew this utterance existed, but I never thought it would ever be used. Let alone, I must bear this distinction.

“I am the last human alive.”

Micro Poetry

A flurry of micro poems for today.

 

#1

A damaged flower

is an unwanted one.

 

#2

We are humans,

Not demons

Or angels.

 

#3

One pill

Equals goodbye.

 

#4

My mind descends

With each passing day.

 

#5

Be not the sheep

But the shepherd.

 

#6

With a broken wing,

The bird looks to the sun,

Knowing it can never fly again.

 

 

 

Satirized Love

Often times in today’s world, love can be fake. But it is beautiful to see the social experiment of so called love, it is amazing to see how humans interact with another and how they display their “love.”

 

Satirized Love

 

Are you the one I have been

Looking for? Upon having seen

Your grace and beautiful body,

I cannot help but be sorry

For our incompatibility as people

Of different social standing weasels

It’s way in between our hearts

And fires at us with sharp darts.

While we may be for each other

Our hearts must belong to another

For it is I who sees past

The veneer you wished would last.

 

Human

We are human. We as a society cannot harm another human for simply being different. Everyone is different, no one is the same. The only sameness among us is that we are flesh and blood humans. Never hurt anyone for being different.

Human

 

We are no different from each other

Than the atoms of life

That form plants and animals.

Individually unique but stronger together,

We are one and we are human.

Blood runs through our veins

And bones lie beneath our skin

And our skins come in different shades;

But we all share one commonality,

We are all human.

A soul resides among us all.

The soul makes us who we are.

The soul makes us human,

Provides us with our humanity,

Gives us dreams and passion.

Straight or gay or in between,

Black or white or in between,

Atheist or Christian or other,

Male or female or trans or anyone else,

We are unique and we are human.

Our community harbors many communities,

Allowing for many diverse regions

And diverse, wonderful people

Full of unique ideas and dreams

That can change the entire world.

But our society has allowed for

Hate to permeate the air and for cracks

To destroy our dignity and humanity,

And for our thoughts to be warped

By the bigotry around the corner;

Our minds have been changed

To hate onto other humans,

Humans who are unique like you

And I; cold hate destroys the

Little peace we have created.

No matter the faith you follow,

Or the race you belong to,

Or orientation, ethnicity, gender,

Profession or age, we are one

And we are all human.

This hate destroys our hearts

And destroys us as an entity.

It harms us all internally,

Ripping apart our heart strings,

Killing us slowly.

My heart is not metal nor hollow;

I move and breathe and dance

And sing and laugh and love;

We all do this to show that we

Are living and breathing humans.

We do this to distinguish ourselves

For we do the same things differently;

We do it in our own unique way

To say who we are to our society.

We are all humans with unique souls,

For I am different from you,

And you are different from the

Person who is next to you,

And we are all different from someone

Who lives in a different country.

Being unique makes us human,

Being human makes us into one solid entity

Composed of unique, individual molecules.

We are composed of unique atoms

Combining into marvelous forms;

We are no different from each other

Than the atoms of life

That form plants and animals,

In that, in the basic sense,

We are all human.

No matter how different we are,

We are always human;

We as humans form humanity,

Individually unique but still human.

We may be made of the same particles,

But we are the same, deep down inside,

And each person is someone worth respecting.

What runs through our veins

Is not golden ichor

Nor brown mud,

But red blood,

For we are all human.

No matter the differences,

We must respect and care

For one another for we all

Are the essence of humanity.

Maybe one day we will open our eyes,

Maybe one day we will see

That we are all human.

 

 

 

 

 

Dreams of Apocalypse

Dreams of Apocalypse

 

The skies burn red

With Hell-fire

And rivers of blood

Flow down streets.

Carcasses lie in the blood

And skeletons stand tall,

Waiting for the call,

The call of war.

Ash falls and Hell

Burns through the earth

Making the land forever

Uninhabitable to life.

Nothing lives in this

Desolate world, a world

Where the Horseman have

Reaped every scrap of life.

This is not an apocalyptic

Dream, it is the future

Of the world if nothing

Changes for the better.