-The Murder of One’s Soul
I've shaved myself down
Chiseled through this armor
Cut all weights attached
Torn away the deception
All I see on the inside is an emptiness
or perhaps the birth of a new star
-Shining Star
Stones on the ground
We see them,
The rocks along the beach
To be thrown into the sea,
The rocks tied around the strings
Flowing gently in the wind,
The calming sensation
A stone on the mantel,
Around our necks
They glisten,
The rocks of the mines
Producing an air most unbreathable,
The sound of the rocks
As they beat on the sides,
The dried stone
Coarse and rough against the skin,
Hard and un-penetrative
The rocks stand still,
In wait for the time
When rocks will climb
But fall to the ocean
Under a burning sun
I am life,
I am the miracle,
As rock could stand
I shall fall,
Fall for the beauty,
Fall for the hardships,
Fall for the times we shared
I am the change that was absent
Where things were uncaring,
Things void,
Never truly existing
Where things weren’t
I became,
To fill an empty gap,
Beauty was there,
But lack of change
Dulled the diamond
I am the passing seasons
That remind us to move,
The forever unrelenting spirit,
To live and to die
And give meaning to a warm sun
-Vampirism
Blood in my heart,
In my mouth,
In my arms
Blood is tasty,
Blood is hearty,
Blood strengthens me
Although I am pale,
The sun burns my skin,
But the blood of Jesus
Flows through my veins
I am redeemed,
Redeemed,
The strength sought
Destruction of your sin
Your tainted blood,
Tasty as it was,
Gone it will be
I will cleanse you
-Epistle to a Friend
In such a place, time stands still
In a spot left immature
To be the product of a fictional void
A void
Oh a void
Empty as always but forever moving
An unappreciative nothing dictating your thought and ideas
Never truly yourself
No
You were yourself
Duty to the void was you, wasn’t it
Subservient to its whip
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Eyes sewn shut
Poison filled your mind and blood
This was you
Pridefully stubborn
Never taking in the contrary
Too blank in your loyalty and fear to belong
To disregard everyone else in your hopeless quest
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Before this what were you?
In a time before all your pain
You lacked what you thought you had
You found it normal
Oh, you truly were alone
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I had known you for years
Yet, I’ve always wondered why?
Why the distrust?
Why the paranoia?
Such that marked you since birth
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Your voice is unheard speak up
I’m sorry
Your voice is gone
Ignored when it had been most beautiful
A regret you hold without control
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It looks so different now
Yet nothing truly has changed
To live as yourself is your one wish
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I wonder if your future will be brighter than your past
Sikkema, Senior. These are a few things that I wrote. Don’t be too judgemental, please.