TRUTH

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Vanity

Time moves on, the wind blows
trees grow, trees fall, flowers bloom, flowers die
All is vanity here on earth

Blood moon

Blood moon darkens the sky
Dancing across the heavens
Looking wrong, like my heart

Not my poem

Invictus

BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY

Out of the night that covers me,

      Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

      For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

      I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

      My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

      Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

      Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

      How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

      I am the captain of my soul.

The Legend of the Ditch Runners

The Legend of the Ditch Runners

Dramatized for effect

It was a bright, and nonchalant day. A track meet racing forward in the finite time that was allocated for the succession of runner’s competence was under way. Two young men, made out of the material that only legends ever achieve, decided to see the world anew. Nearing the edge of the space that was allocated by the ditch gods for a track sat a dirt hill. This hill, easily traversable, and often traversed, lead to a road. A road sandwiched between the track, and a canal. There were two ideal bridges for crossing the canal, and a road identical to the first on the other side. The two legends ran along the ditch, crossed the first bridge and headed towards the second bridge. Little did they know that they were now the Legendary Ditch Runners. As time passed in accordance to the sun, some unnamed demon saw the Ditch Runners. The track meet paused, and the world collapsed onto the Legends. Everything was centered on them getting of the ditch. This of course, was not possible, because of a wide and deep and treacherous canal. The track officials yelled, the mechanics growled, the ex's dad screamed and the world was ending for the Ditch Runners. The Ditch Runners kept moving, avoiding the heavy curses of the patrons surrounding them. They jumped, leaped, and rolled to avoid the harsh punishment of the words like knives thrown from across the canal. The older of the Ditch Runners leapt over an excessively sharp word knife. "Get of the Ditch!" the Demons screamed. The knife buried into the younger Ditch Runner's ankle. Blood flowed from his open wound. The Older Ditch Runner acknowledged the wound, but didn't do anything. He knew he would only bury the words deeper.

The Younger Ditch Runner cursed his luck, only angering the Demons more. More knives, more curses, and yes, more anger. Out of nowhere a curse came from behind hitting the Older of the two in the back. He fell. But on the hill, where was there to fall but the canal? The boiling torrent of Castor Oil, someone had made into a canal. He slowly tumbled onto the brink of the Canal. The Older screamed his leg immersed in the boiling vengeance of the Canal. The younger, though broken at the heel, leapt forward to grab the Older Ditch Runners arm. His tears dropped onto the Younger Ditch Runners arm, and they struggled to the dry ground above the Ditch. The deep-fried heap of flesh and bone that was the Older Ditch Runners leg lay untouched. He thought that he would no longer have a leg. One of the more humane demons threw a harsh word of healing at the pair. Swiftly, the younger Ditch Runner leapt at the less sharp knife. Grabbing its handle, he rubbed it against his partner’s bloody leg. It was fixed instantly, but still hurt. They were lucky not to be hit by more words in this whole episode.

The Ditch Runners continued, at a slower pace, continually ducking under the mechanic blades that the Ditch Demons could throw. The Oldest was sweating profusely, in worry over his younger comrade. They continued, narrowly avoiding the last of the word knives.  Finally, they came to a bridge, and attempted crossing. The Canals water boiled menacingly under the two Legends feet. But the Ditch Runners ran anyways. They made it across the canal, and away from the Ditch.

The two legends proceeded back to the track, as they had wondered far in their effort of not being stung by the words of hate flung so suddenly from the Demons. Slow was their pace. Finally, after many minutes, the dynamic duo entered the track. No one cared; no one noticed the Younger Ditch Runner's bleeding ankle. Well, almost no one. Two especially angry Demons threw themselves in the wake of the Ditch Runners. They questioned their stupidity for entering the Ditch. But, the Older of the two legends knew how to destroy such Demons. He threw at them his own word knives. "2Legend4you!" his raspy voice angrily proclaimed in the stunned Demons faces.

On the day of the track meet, two legends were born. Unknowingly, fate had tricked the two men into becoming the fabled Ditch Runners. If fate had chosen any other two people to become the Legendary Ditch Runners, they might not have survived the slaughter of words. They might not have survived the sacred heights of the Ditch. No, we are lucky that fate chose the two legendary men to become the Fabled Ditch Runners.

Away

Away

Gone away
Slowly love builds.
You can't revel in somethings importance
until its
gone.
But will come back.
What about when it is gone forever?
Slowly love builds,
Reveling in its importance
But never getting it again.
Longing
for the unattainable
Nothing will work
Its over.
Let it be done.
Hold on to what you have
Because missing it is harder then having it.

Rain

Rain
Tears of giants
Falling to the ground
Cleansing our problem riddled earth and air and thoughts.
How fair is it
that the giants cleanse our mistakes?
Fix our wrongs
every time it rains
Their pains
Fix
Ours
with a couple of drops of water
purest of water
purity to purify
because of their pain.

Lead

Lead
Always lead
Never follow
Set the pace
Listen to your heart
But never follow
Because if you follow the wrong footsteps
You will end in the wrong place.

Green(fake haiku)

Green

Rebirth
The beginning of something new
Flowers, grass

Which way to turn

Life is like a fork in the road
Left and right
identical
Yet utterly different.
Which way is best for me?
Which way is best for you?
Can i walk the middle for the both of use?

Life is like a computer code
A series of 0 and 1.
For anyone truly meaningless
But for a computer
Meaningful
My life is vanity
But it isn't
I effect everything and every one
For the good
For the bad.

Life is like a bouncy ball
Bouncing around
Left right up down
Never straight forward
Random path
confusing
But

Thats what life is

haiku 2

The creek trickles away
The Spring light opens the meadow
Where young love can blossom

Running from fear

Running from Fear

The wind in your face
the ground pounding at your feet
Your blood rushing through your head
Your legs
Your arms
Heart pumping
Sweat dripping
Trees melting behind you.
Behind to the monster
Fear
Ahead, the walls of safety.
So close, but so far.
Unattainable refuge from fear
But you can never get away from fear.

Secrets

Secrets

We all house secrets
Well guarded tidbits of information
Stored in our hearts
Behind walls of glass
Walls of stone
Some impenetrable
Some penetrable.
Some trust everyone
Some trust no one.
Not one soul.
Their walls the thickest.
Hiding pain behind their every smile.
Never opening
Afraid of the pain they cause others
When the pain is caused from not knowing
From not knowing the reason behind their words
Their scars
Their pain
Them.

Why does Anything

Why?

Why does the sun rise?

Why do the suns arm reach so longingly for earth?

Why does the sun always come, never dies, never ending?

Why does the light that follows bath us daily?

Why do we see the beauty?

Why do we see?

Why do flowers grow?

Why do the small images of petals and the smell of love from them always greet us?

Why are we allowed to harbor flowers?

Why do we get such beauty?

Why does the moon greet us?

With different faces, none less loving then the last?

Why do we get the moon?

Why do we deserve anything?

We are nothing special, yet the natural beauty of everything greets us

And everything.

Why are we so damn lucky?

Meadow

Meadow

A meadow 

With long grasses

Blowing in the warm summer air.

Blowing the sweet scent of flowers towards the middle

In the middle sit a girl and boy

Arms, hands, and body interlocked. 

Love

Young love.

One the horizon, a storm is brewing

Storm clouds rising 

Towering heights 

Both boy and girl notice.

Neither moves

They wait

Drawing out the lovely moment 

As

Long

As

Possible

Red

Red

The color of blood
A painful association
The red lines on a young girls white wrists.
The red hue of the liquid trickling down his face.
From where the gun was held a few moments ago
By him.
For him.
Red is a bad color
People shouldn't want to see it
But they do.
Every day.
Every
Day.

Haiku

A forceful wind blows
A flower bends in the wind
Pressure on people

candle

A candle

Flickering in the breeze

Casting eerie shadows on all surfaces.

Ever changing light

Reaching fro everything

Yet failing to reach anything

The eternal struggle

To impact anything

But not big enough to impact anything

To weak

For its only goal

But still trying

Never giving up

I wish I had that determination

Trees

The forest

Filled with trees,
Each individual in its own right
No one exactly the same
Yet all the same
All the same trees
But all different
The leaves block out the sunlight
The forest floor is dark
The only sound is the birds
Telling you to leave
You aren't welcome here
But if you aren't welcome here, where are you welcome?

Hope

Wake up!

There is a new day coming

Steeping on the horizon

Peeking over the snow-glazed mountains

Reaching into the pale valleys

A day with out pain

A day with out darkness

Hang on!

The day is rising

Broken

I am broken

Shattered into endless splinters

Though I seem oaken

I am constant winters

One too many lies spoken

One too many promises broken

One too many word thrown like a dart

Landing on my heart

It starts to fracture

It splinters

It breaks

It can’t be fixed