Friday of the Poem

Move Along
How we lose ourselves, even at the slowest pace of time.

Time's a slow moving beast
Originating somewhere, long forgot
Move along
Escape the gravity of everything

I yearn for that era
Long ago, when the world was just, simpler
Only as complicated as we would let it be
Virgin, innocent

Each day we move away
Yesteryear, tomorrow, time begins to blur;
Or,
Undone, we all fall down.

Sunday Comic! One of These...

Sunday comic so I can get away with a post off of minimal effort. This was originally going to be just a little guy in a vast white expanse, but after reading a bunch of information about astronomy, I decided to give it a theme! Once again, kinda xkcd-esque. Well, I'm not Tom, I can't draw worth shit. So deal with it! Tomorrow is my Monday post, I'm thinking of picking an old poem again, but I don't know; we'll just have to wait and see.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy,
Cheers!

Poetry Monday.

Fight (For) You
A poem I wrote, I think it's an explanation.

When I feel I’m falling from warmer climes,

The ones you made out of loving words.
It’s all I can do to keep myself afloat
When I feel like I’m about to go insane.

I can’t see you like I did,
I can’t feel your beating heart,
I can’t see your glowing eyes,
I think I left a bit of me behind.

When we are bolder than a minute ago,
I swear your voice comes alive in my...
This is all I can do to stay afloat.
I just can’t feel anymore.

I can’t see you anymore,
I don’t feel your beating heart,
I don’t remember your glowing eyes,
I think I left it all behind.

I can’t help but hit the keys a little harder.
The words that form are all for you
And every time you come back it’s so cold,
But cold is better than to be without you.

When we go louder than the hour before,
I feed on anger as though it were a drug.
At least I can hear you once again my dear.
At least it feels like you are here.

I want to see you again,
I want to feel your breaking heart,
I miss those lovely morning eyes,
I wish I had come along for the ride.

Now I’m stuck holding on by a thread,
A suicidal serpent - eating its own tail.
I feel closer when I’m fighting with you.