Harmony. (Poem)

The sky impales me with visions,
The sight you see is not what it seems,
I work frantically to stop collisions.
The morning shines bright with desolate beams.

Which means you will be affected no matter your relation,
Or of course the lack of one,
But being innocently affected is not savory and causes desolation.
Harmony of life with a lack of strum.

Vibrations of sound too small to feel,
Yet it runs through life and is distributed, flawless,
Due to human disturbances we start to render and peal.
Yet we walk the land untrustable and undisputed, lawless.

Life stays unbalanced to keep pendulums swaying,
The sun stopped shinning the second the clouds came,
The birds stopped singing as man stopped praying.
In this world i never had a choice, so i wont hang my head in shame.

Dark shaded white. (Poem)

I live to lie under trees dying from the hot sun and no water, but I'm shaded,
I will not be deprived of things i cant have,
With my eyes i cant see things that die jaded.
Even if this cigarette burns to the tip, i will take another hit and i drag.

The night depletes with each breath that shakes out my temple,
And the cold screams in the wind keep me up as always,
The solution is right in front of my face but in actuality its not all that simple.
The screams terrify me, even when its not night they scream on all days.

And i stay stuck here, waiting for the echoes to stop screeching.

The battle that i cannot win nor lose, but i have a choice and i choose,
The thick dusty land around the trunk i lay at drains,
My emptiness is full and instead of withholding, i ooze.
Pain only manifested in the dark places of human brains.

And i lay here, deciding if my once perfect vision will stop streaking.

I ponder past thought for decisions that involve meaning,
And overall i cant cradle this life with such a shadow,
Life in a shaded area causes a devilish stinging.
But then again ill die if i try to live a life that's too shallow.

The color of insanity. (Poem)

Everywhere i look i see absence,
Even past barbed wire fences,
And it seems all life is past tense.
My whole body then tenses.

Is this a prison,
Because the sight is not by choice,
Life is becoming but a vision.
Random glimpses leaves me with no voice.

I cant speak about what i feel,
Even if urged,
I cant speak because that would make it too real.
Hate not dealt with but purged.

I don't really hate... not in that way,
Its an expression of emotion too deep to tell,
The deep cauldron of hope to untouchable to slay.
Anguish only matched by the fire in Hell.

Glasses half full leaves me half empty,
White noise is the right metaphor to use,
Life that's too void to tempt me.
Existence is an unsolvable puzzle yet I'm searching for clues.

Dead Roses freshly picked and sold,
In deep soil that seems too fertile,
The use of life for gain shown so bold.
My mind only seems to see deep shades of purple.

The color of insanity.