Unpublished: Poetry Vol. I

Whosoever types on this keyboard shall have existential dread. And not the good kind.


Anti-Apotheosis
Struck by lack of movement, frozen he,
And wait naught for springtime nor autumn,
For all that doth await be such agony,
That horrid truth guised as gilded aurum.
Yet spurred again and again he persists,
Striding headlong into vaunted tragedy.
Nocturn nights go with Death, ye it assists,
And destroys the mind and the great Far'day.
Contain therefore not, love therefore not;
Caring, dallies and aspire for the useless.
A dragon-roar, claw against blade he fought,
Losing his soul, facing Reaper's caress.
     But stand, recoup, face the 'mortal dragon.
     Rules break still, nothing can take ye on.

Rocks, Hard Places
Melancholy waves on the midst
Of the daytime shore, sat
Atop the building and the Lights were
Dark yet the Sun still reached high
But nothing looked bright under
The harshness and the decadence.
Here forty people stood,
There three people sat,
And it is temperate there,
And tropical here,
And others wanted us to choose,
But the temperate was closed -
Unfeeling and lacking in remorse,
And the tropics remained with nothing but
Failure and failure and all those
Terrible things they bring with them.
Isolation, crises of confidence,
And it all went wrong for us.

Mechanical Keyboard
Cloaked in the darkness
Bathed in the neon red light
Forging an opus.

Unmoderated Caucus
Have you heard tale of Model UN?
It'll be quite a shock for you then,
    To learn that those nerds
    Are as quick as birds
To sleep on another bed in the end.

Seamus the Boatman
When you're in the bog,
Reach upward, pierce the surface

Finally, you'll breathe.

Joan
The princess was not much of a sitter
'Specially when things went down the shitter
    She took out her sword
    And killed the whole horde
Beauty and class can get so much gritter.