Knoxontholos

See the sun shine through my window. Hitting, next to me, the empty pillow. Makes me wish of things that could be. What does the future hold for you and me? I'd take you away and see the stars, Make every single minute ours. I'd grasp your hand and run away, Until we are so far away. I'd hold you in my arms at night, Grasping you, firm and tight. I'd get rid of all your fears, Wipe away all of your tears. I'd tell you everything is fine. But maybe this is all a sign. Try as hard as I might, All I am is text on a light. A picture might make you smile, And maybe it is all worthwhile. I just want to see you happy, Feeling safe and sound, not c

In a dark and twisted place, I find myself wanting your warm embrace. Always there but never here, Your arms around another - I fear. While parts of me do sit and squat, Other parts connive and plot. For these parts have yet to learn, I cannot get that for which I yearn. So I wait and try for new, Yet my thoughts lie on you. But what's this, a gleam of hope? "Nonsense", my mind says to cope. She's nice, she's sweet, She's terribly neat. She's far, she's near, She's right here. Yet, behold, the thorn revealed, An arm around her shoulder appeared. And so the cycle shall repeat, I might as well admit defeat. The darkness closes in upon my m

Written In Forgotten Memory It's seven o'clock, I've lost my rock, The pit opens beneath me. I fall in, Through fear and sin, What if I don't want to be free? The deed is done, The clock's now one, It's all acted like a key. And now they're back, My mind is under attack, Slowly I'm no longer me. Will I think, Or will I sink? Only time will see.

Father of All and Nothing Prologue Thunder rolled through the dark night. On the beach, the sea roared against the sands with all its might. Tornadoes touched down all over the country side. The entire world shook. Most thought the Gods were angry, that the world had finally had enough of them and was lashing out. Little did they know, it was not out of anger, but out of fear. Up in the castle of the kingdom of Damoria, a shrill cry pierced all the other sounds of the night. The shrill cry of a newborn baby. The King stood in front of the hearth in the throne room, pacing, and at this sound, looked up. His began to pace faster, wringing hi

I'm wide awake with worry, My eyes are wet with tears. I'm beginning to realize, That these are my worst fears. I slowly feel I'm losing you, My love, my life, my heart. And yet I feel there's nothing I can do, As I slowly fall apart. I really want to make this work, To hold you for all time. But somehow I screwed it up, And now its all on the line. I want to make it up to you, But how? I do not know. From distance far I can only say, "I love you, please don't go."

I sit in my room, With a razor in my hand. Looking at my life, Seeing nothing left. I look for a reason, To end it all now. The reason found, I cut the vein. I fall to the floor, You run in the door. You try to save me, But yet you're to late. You scream, you cry, You swear you'll die. My life slips away, We say goodbye. Now I stand in the darkness, Watching you sit. With a razor in your hand, Seeing nothing left. I try to tell you, The regret that comes next. My voice you can't hear, Now your end is near. I see you once more, Knocking on Hell's door. Together we embrace, With the cold hands of Death. Our souls are

I’ve written on dragons, Fair knights, And fair maidens. Of wartime, Of peacetime, And shadows there laden. I’ve written of journeys, Both of self, And of others. Of siblings, Of families, Sons leaving their mothers. I’ve written of dreams! Both the good, And the bad. Of death, Destruction, And creation thus had. I’ve written of many things, Even of one’s true love,     Smitten. For what is the ,     Poem, I haven’t yet written?

I am from apartments, Square yards and small gardens. From small pets and big trucks, To mountains of boxes. I am from the workplace, Amongst the working man. From Hardee’s and Lee’s, To the Country Buffet. I am from Reading, A place once known for its dresses. Now known for its Bars, I wonder what that’s saying? I have traversed with Blue Devils, Indians and Proud Eagles. To nest with the Dragons, Most troubles forgotten. I am from deception, Lies and deceit. From abandonment, choices, And growing up fast. I am from my mind, My imagination and works. From the coasts of Middle Earth, To the magic land of