For Once, Then Something

 Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths--and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.

I Am Nothing Like You

Some stop feeling love for all the places they come from.
A person I will not become.
A jaded liar, unforgivable.

Some stop feeling love for every word that they once sung.
May I never lose my youth and If I do, may I be forgettable.

This is The Fallen.

Don't Tell Me I'll Never Make it, Because I Already Did

I don't understand how and why people take life so lightly. 

I have lived and survived seventeen years. That to me, is a huge accomplishment. Probably the only one worth mentioning.

Paint it Black

Taken on the 3rd of November. I like it, but not so much.

Sonnet XCIV

They that have power to hurt and will do none, 
That do not do the thing they most do show, 
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, 
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, 
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces 
And husband nature's riches from expense; 
They are the lords and owners of their faces, 
Others but stewards of their excellence. 
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, 
Though to itself it only live and die, 
But if that flower with base infection meet, 
The basest weed outbraves his dignity: 
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; 
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. 

Miles Away

A Picture of the Chicago Skyline

Seriously?

I was really trying to wait for the 26th of July to make sure that I had a year between this post and the last one.

Blame me for being the idiot that thought I would post poetry here; I haven't written anything that rhymes since, well, a year.

Rest assured I won't rant endlessly. I may have stopped writing poetry, but I didn't stop writing in general. So I'll just post random thoughts that cross my mind.

First post

hello

this is my first post here, as you can see I don't have much to talk about now, I need to get the hang of it first.

ttyl