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the sun aflame hung high above a subtle blaze grazing my surface a peaceful moment overwhelmed squinting in the presence of her bliss lost in the panic of life’s demands I long for a chance of tranquility owned and defined by the deadlines I hope that peace can be with me time is short so
The black knights ride their steeds, And the hooves kick up the dirt. The village is lit afire and the screams, Ring throughout the night. Shouting and yelling stings the air, And fear burns our nostrils. The world around us is anarchy, Our flesh burned in sync. We have fallen far from grace, And live
A rose, flush loose petals, Reaching towards the light. A gentle breeze dances Across her leafy blight. Fiber by fiber torn away, Dwindled by a standard. One so carefully instilled, With every whispered word. No longer in touch, With what is natural, Blinded by hatred, And far from factual. Wilted by the cold, From life
A twinkle in her glassy pupils, Sparkles when she looks at me. Older and wiser now, But still sprung in her mind. Calmer with age, But no less beautiful, Than the day we first met. I wonder what she thinks of us, Now; does she still see, The little girl I was? Could she still
We are the silence, We thrive in the cold. We are the standard, You must uphold. We live in the shadows, We watch your every move, We are the parasite You cannot remove. Some think we don’t exist, Others believe we rule the night, But we are something, Much more than fright. We feed on
I can’t remember when I last felt okay. Left hanging on all the words they say. A lie sold as a promise to be free, A false hand stretched out for me. I fell for it ‘cause tears can cloud the eye, I reached up but they still left me to die, But when you’re
Do ever wonder why I left so quickly? After all you think you’ve picked for me? Do you know why I left without a goodbye? Do really think that I never fucking try? I keep spinning this web with a loom I use to pull myself out of the tomb That you dug me in,
Piles of books lie where the mountain of responsibility hides. I am lost in the depths of my unwillingness to fulfil the desires of others. One in which I have grown to accept as my own. The anxiety cripples my will to fulfill, to change, to finish what I started. My priorities lie where they
Blending in, Through her skin, With a marvelous glow. In the night, Or in the light, Her colors don’t show. Plain as day, tucked away. Hidden in plain sight. Will she cry, wonder why, No one sees her blight? Is she home? Does she roam? Does she mean to lie? Is she alone? Is she
Roots are not in sight In the light, In all their might. Room to grow, Undertow, Secrets to know. They are the key, Set free, Under the tree.
Sy Redemption 