The Crow

The Crow

A symbol of death.

With wings like iridescent charcoal.

Flying free,

As a speck of night in the blue sky.

Intelligent,

Making friends with those it does not understand.

Dive bombing

Attacking those it does not trust

With no apprehension.

My spirit is an animal.

The beautiful crow.

How I wish to be

As smart as you,

As unbothered as you,

As free as you,

And as spiteful as you.

A bird of the night

I wish to befriend,

Like the owls and ravens that come before it.

Birds of the night I wish to be.

My Home that I Fear

Dear my brain,

You make me feel at home.

In a world that’s changing constantly,

I feel at home with you.

Late a night when the stars light up the sky

And silence blankets the house.

You make me feel at home.

Wading through uncertainty and anxiety,

I am stable with you as my crutch.

You are the foundation on which I build myself upon.

You are the background on which I paint ideas on.

And you are the ink which I use to write with.

You are my home.

Dear my brain,

You make me fear you.

You create the monsters which hide in my shadow.

I fear you.

Late a night when darkness is a merciless void

And silence suffocates me

You are the only thing I fear.

You create oceans that drown me in spirals

And thunderstorms of paralyzing regret.

You are the reason I leave lights on at night.

You are the reason I can make things graphic and unsightly.

And you are the reason I stay awake losing sleep.

I fear you and only you.

Dear my brain,

You are me and I am you.

We are one in the same.

Most days you are the only boat in a raging ocean.

Most days you are a raging sea I get swept into.

I am Dr. Frankenstein.

You are my creation.

My own frankenstein’s monster

Caged within the confines of my skull.

You are me and I am you.

I feel at home with myself

The only thing I fear is myself

I take all of you the good and the bad

The Inhuman Human and it’s Creature

Far Below the deepest valley and the largest ocean

Lies a book

The pages are water-worn and the text indecipherable

But a book nonetheless

Next to the book lays old bones

Knowledge etched into them

Like scars

The book and bones sit in darkness

So deep little have found them

It brings back memories and moments lost to time

A beast with porcelain white teeth sharp as razors

Lays in paralyzing wait.

The light they brought illuminates only a little space

Against an endless void

Soon the wait is up.

A human with with a book sits on a rock across from the monster

Fish-like eyes focus on the human all at once

Holding a collective breath.

The human, undeterred, opens the book

Slowly the beast looks at the pictures in the book

Creatures like itself!

The human lies, there are no other like it

But this is the truth.

The creature knows this.

The human knows this.

Freaks of nature like them

Find each other

And for once

The beast is happy a human found it

A human with the world’s knowledge branded onto them

With cruel actions and even crueler words.

Their helmets has words etched into it

The beast does not know

And will never know

This wise human

Taken too early

But in their own terms

Now their bones and favorite book

Are buried with their only friend

More grains of sand brush over their remains

The beast knows

The human will be forgotten

But the creature has memories of them

It will die with the creature

Paralyzed with wait

A wait to see their friend again