god says he

has a plan for all of us.

i call bullshit on that motherfucker.

bullshit

because if fate

was the one who fucked up my head

and made melancholy my whore

that motherfucker should already be dead.

bullshit

because

who would spark a wildfire in their own backyard?

the answer lies in the burning of the good book:

no one owns the world.

there is no god.

there is no poetry.

this is not a sentence

and i would take the time to explain why,

but we're all dying.

nothing is what you think.

i would say

we are all made of stardust

but i don't want to make myself vomit.

if we are any part of the cosmos,

we are the detritus leftovers

that fall off of comets-

we are worthless.

i do believe

there's something bigger than all of us

but-

i'm well aware it might just be

the weight of the air we breathe.

i believe

that energy is conserved

that we are all made of matter

that gravity will be the death of me-

but there is no theory of everything.

i have been bleeding

for five years.

i walk around with

red hands

yet no one asks about my fingers.

i have carefully carried my guts

in mason jars,

only to spill them

on paper.

no one has helped me clean up

the mess i've made of myself.

so i will spell god with a lowercase g

and no one can stop me

because there is no saving grace.

i vow to shit on the bible.

I hold stones in my hands and lucidly wonder where to cast them, knowing that the direction I throw them in could effect every known dimension, and every world within them, and every known period in time for good or for bad.

I'm standing in a darkened room with seemingly no end in any direction, little dots of light, some bigger, some smaller, scattered everywhere; some small spheres floated and spun around an invisible orbit. It wasn't until I had dropped a stone by accident and heard what seemed like thousands of screams echoing inside my mind when that stone crushed one of the small floating spheres, that I realized that I was looking at the universe in miniature size, as if I was monstrously large, even larger than that of stars. And I realized that the stones that I held were Death, and that I was the Reaper, the Harvester of Worlds. With horror the stones slipped from my hand, crushing stars and worlds, even universes, and in the end causing a chain reaction that made the room explode with light, and then go completely dark.

- Michael Hall

Emotions swirl around

Like a dark cesspool of tar

Aikawarazu

Grey clouds hang over my head

Bent in submission

As I stare at the filthy gravel

Aikawarazu

Vicious lies biting

Like venomous snakes

Piercing my skull

Shattering my brain like glass

Aikawarazu

The villagers have assembled

To stone me once more

One! Two! Three! Fo

Fall down

Get back up

Smile through the blood

Aikawarazu

Walk the path

In solitude

Never turning back

Brushing off nostalgia

Like the dirt on my clothes

Aikawarazu

Civilizations

Once great

Lay in ruins

A history buried

Burned

Destroyed

Knowledge forgotten

Existence erased

Ignorance the only victor

GET THE FUCK

-you're my love

OUT OF MY HEAD

-and my crystal skies

YOU REPLACED MY EUPHORIA

-i might as well carve you

WITH DESOLATION INSTEAD

-right into my eyes

IF I SMASHED MY FACE

-you're everything green

INTO THE WALL

-and everything tall

THEN WOULD YOU LEAVE

-you're a perfectly clear

MY THOUGHTS ONCE AND FOR ALL

-strong waterfall

AT FIRST YOU WERE WELCOMED HERE

-you helped me rid

BUT NOT ANYMORE

-my mind of weeds

YOU DID NOTHING FOR ME

-you patched up the bruises

BUT MAKE MY LIMBS SORE

-that littered my knees

WHY DON’T YOU RETURN

-you are the sun rays

TO THE DARK PITS OF HELL

-that keep my pale skin warm

MAYBE THEN I COULD BREAK

-you are nothing less

THROUGH LOVES FRAGILE SHELL

-than a perfect rain storm

I WAS FOOLISH BUT THIRSTY

-your waters i used

AND MADE THE MISTAKE

-to cool down my heart

OF DRINKING FROM NARCISSUS’S

-you're my perfect

STUPID LOVE STAKE

-counterpart

NOW IT’S BEEN SHOVED

-our souls, i am sure

INTO THE DEPTHS OF MY HEART

-fit in each others embrace

PERHAPS NOW MY SOUL

-reveling in

CAN GRIMLY DEPART

-our minor grace

*I think it would be cool if we called these poems "paintingskies". For instance, instead of a challenge saying "write a haiku about nature", it would be "write a paintingskies about nature". I think it would be a cool little form of poetry just for us Prosers. :)

You kept telling yourself you're a fighter

a warrior

a soldier

gladiator

But all you have is glass as an armor

Easily broken

Cracked

Fractured

You say you don't really care

Passive

Apathetic

Emotionless

But just one word you stumble

Totter

Crumble

and Fall

You kept on ironing out

things for them

But you always just

end up

With black

burnt holes

The soles of my feet is throbbing

And the exhaustion is starting to cave in

Walking in these shoes that doesn't seem fit

Yet I insisted,

because pride got the best of me

I have tripped on this journey

Might've broken my ankles too

But I kept walking

coz' that's what I said I'll do

On the rocky bumpy street

I held my head high

and hear people round' me sigh

Then slowly I couldn't help but wonder

Where am I willing myself to go?

Why am I letting myself suffer?

Is it because I wanted to prove a point?

Because I know deep inside it was just all about pride

Lately you have been crossing my mind. I'm not sure if it's because this was the time when you were complaining about having trouble breathing and of your fever that keeps coming back. I know I shouldn't blame myself but I do. I really feel guilty not just because I didn't bring you straight away to the hospital but because I didn't believe you at that time. I miss the old times and I wish I never grew up. I wish that I'm just your little princess and do stuff that we most love about. I wish you're not dead.