"Life, Lately"

Out of options
Loss of cabin pressure
Strained breathing
Stomach in throat
Heart is non-existent (at best)
Fear of flight (no, fear of falling)
Losing sleep (but not from lack of trying)
Studying maps
Delve into destruction
Appetite lost
Paying the price
Decisions, are a lie
Controls have failed us
This is going down.

Panic!
Fear
Prayers
Please, help
Faith, reclaimed
So easy to believe now
Imminent
More so by the second
Watching
Helpless
Growing larger
Eyes closed
Hands clenched
Waiting
Looking back
In a flash
A fiery crash
(Nothing)

Argument

scattered Words
flung about
like abused pillows
in an Unremembered moment

“use lightly
this antiquated instrument
built by hands
lovingly
if you break then say goodbye
used slightly
the dust clogs vital organs
engines firing
or failing to start
we need shock treatment to wake this up”

settled Words
left where they fell
like broken soldiers
in an Unremembered war

Ink

Dull ink
Spewing from this pen
Like a cloudburst;
And when it dries
It will not evaporate away
These crude marks
These cavish engravings.

They say the written word
is Permanent
is Final
is Valuable.
But where is
the Virtue,
the Everlasting,
the Sincerity
In ink which
No other other eyes
Will see?

Only the heart,
That enchanted well,
That never empty vessel,
In this is momentarily satisfied:
These crude marks
This dull ink.

*So I made up the word cavish for this poem. It simply means 'of or pertaining to caves'

All Other Things

Deepening,
this sense of sinking:
underneath a crushing blow,
an undertow,
a heaving roof over my head.

Stifling,
breath is fleeting:
I chase but never catch;
a bed, a heavy door is latched;
Earth's cries are fading out.

Beauty?
maybe...
but where is meaning?

Do I delve too far inside
where barren smiles belie
the words you cling to?
maybe...
but where is honesty?

isolated,
the Truth that once was hidden
in numbers
is bursting through logic's frail defenses
to swallow me whole.

Start Anywhere, End Somewhere

Blogger wouldn't let me format this the way I wanted, so I took a screenshot of the computer and then cropped it...and had a little bit too much fun with Paint ;)

So the idea of this poem is that you can read it multiple ways. I'll let you see if you can figure them out.

(Knowledge)

I crave every second I can get
Knowing there must not be many left
A flashing screen of lights
Where everything will be resolved
In 30 minutes or less

It is comfortable
It is safe
No obligation, no implications
It inevitably leaves me longing for more

The apple I bought, a convenience store
Hourglass grains and a threshing floor
The bite I took, eyes opened wide
Now, be quick, I am out of time

Peace

The softness
Sounding on rooftops in retreat
Falling through cracks among the leaves
Touching the earth, beneath my feet
The anger
Subsided

This is the calm after the storm.