I know I have neglected my blog, and I apologize to you few followers. I could give the excuses such as: I had exams and I was moving back home but no one likes excuses. So to hopefully make up for the sin of neglecting ones blog, so here are a few poems which I have wrote recently. Thank you.

Sounds of Life

The sounds of strings fill the silence

A being asleep within the emptiness

Swollen cavern, hollow emotions

Personal warfare, Breaking nature.

Violins playing the chorus of life

Guitars strumming the sorrow of death

Chelos echoing the truths of love

The beginning of the awakening.

Transformation of angst to anxiety

reason watching over impulse

Like parental intuition,

When the stones settle at the bottom

Our lives shift the tides of times

Melting the cubes of ice

As they wait for our lives to flow.

Heaven's Hell

There exists a small world

Twisted and torn

Like a child's toy

Kept from destruction

Under watchful eyes.

A world born without thought

Without rhyme or reason

Irrational impulses

As the blooming of blossoms

And the spinning of silken webs.

Walking the endless hallways

The maze of instinct

Encircling environment

The planetary hell

Sanctuary to abomination.

Words of wonder

Palace for forgotten entities

Creatures and deities

Life without hierarchy

All forgot, all for naught

There exists a small world

Twisted and torn

A where life thrives

A perfect imperfection

Welcome to heaven's hell.

Leather-Bound

Spin and Leather-bound

The minds of men

A collective consciousness

The awakening of the Celestine

Raining fire and brimstone

Words, phrases, strengthened manipulation

The sicken wisdom of manner

Dying like a polluted tree

Open the eyes of man

The islands which we live

Breathing the breath of man

Adopt adaptation

Wither the withering height

Embrace eternity

Walk face first into the light

Darkness blooms like leaves

Swallow the pride

Lay down, roll over, beg

It is a dogs life after all.

Loneliness of a Blooming Flower

"It is from the dark, the empty, that we must reach out to ensure we grab a hold of something. Id we never reach out then there is no hope of catching something and the empty darkness will rest like a crown on top of a king." - Authors Note 54


Somewhere under this veil, Hidden in a void
There is a flower
Above the sky is cold
Here, never witnessed, never tainted
Pure to her roots
It blooms in this Sanctuary.


Avoiding the empty world
Avoiding lovers warmth
Avoiding the torments;
Still as stone.


She sits alone
In slumber before bloom
Watches the word spin,
Spin eternal as a top;
Like a sword in a stone
She rest atop her blooming throne
Imaginary kingdom of Strange.


It is from her void
Avoidance of thoughtful passion,
Empty as a glass awaiting filling
That this veil of stolen elegance
The aegis like parental guidance.