Though We Always Seem To Worry

Poems galore for y'all, most of which don't have titles. Read and enjoy, I suppose. Most of them are free verse, so don't spit up on me too much.


Standing
In vast, open, limitless silence
Emblazed white, A cold
foot walks again.
Blood courses through frozen veins.
Alone.
Gray stretches on, seeing
nothing else.
But there has to be
Something.
Somewhere.
Snow thick on eyelashes,
But the next step
begins.
A new world,
perhaps,
awaits.
The cold will end.
It has to.



Here we are.
Tomorrow will come no matter how hard I push against the door.
Does this have to fall from our hands,
Slipping through
like beautiful sand
Only to escape into this unforgiving wind
We will cry
Sometimes.
But I still watch the ocean with wet eyes
My hopeless eyes.
The waves won't stop moving.




Shake it up,
But make sure to do it slowly.
Oh,
Oh so slow.
There are eyes looking down her shirt
But I'm in the sky
And I watch a maroon scene of
a cascade of sinners
Layin' all over the place like those sickening
ants on the sidewalk who
Always come before the rain.
What can I do?
My cloud floats away . . .
There's laughing gas in the hot blowing air.
Crawling around like vermin.



Snowfall
Silent and cold
Speaking with sweet silence
My still heartbeat and living thoughts
Slowfall



A fool.
He commits
Suicide of
Heart




Silence
Electric
Apocalypse
Now




A melancholy hero
Trudging through
Home's Halls.
Whether It be the staring streets or
Those barren times in front of the television
When we want
so bad
to be Saved.
This hero,
in his worn-thin jacket,
keeps walking.
Even though there's no one around.
He feels like no home is his.