Some Scant Poetry: "Angst in Progress"

...You're lying; I can tell (it's especially evident with that winking smiley)! I'm quite sure you have noticed by now, the proportions of the scrollbar in comparison to the track. I even it mentioned earlier.

Ah, of course. It would only be natural for one as prolific as you to write a novel, and you're already more than halfway done! Congrats! (I really need to kick my lazy habits...) Well, I wish you good luck in the publishing process. As for success in the world of printed literature, I can't say much except for that I know of one girl who would buy your book.
And you're right, just finishing and publishing a novel would be quite the achievement. I know I'd be eternally grateful just to finish a big project like that. XD

No need to thank me, chatting with you is fun.

The sun is yet to show
still sleeping behind the eastern front
a blanket of white masks the stars
making me feel alone, secluded

These tired bones ache
these hands raw from toil
my eyes rimmed with charcoal
my face grizzled

I feel released

Pain sleeps next to me, ever so often
weary with the dreams of the few
only a little longer, a little more
to fulfill promises of younger days

I would take it all away
shoulder the burden of rampant curses
though I know it is your task to bear
for I have not the strength

So much hurt, so much;
the cure worse than the disease
long and spindly, those needles course
dyed in the wool, the mind forgets what once was

Youth is lost to hardship
children always pay the price
the old linger, soldier on
once sacred, but now just...there

But then I see your face
and forget the one-sided view
we are all pieces, none strong alone
but together, we are whole

I am but the product of all those around me

Time loses it’s indelible luster
it’s life-driving chains no longer apply
everything comes and goes
and what time is given is set; never wasted

No...never wasted

Stars shimmer through windows frosted
I look to my charge, my withering dawn
power is fading, running dry
time is short, ne’er to slow

Her face as perfect as the day before
stars align and glide as she sleeps
still young, full of life
now I am aged; the ripe night-watchman

Master Alarm: Critical
panels dim, the rainbow cacophony silent
my watch is dreary, my charge in danger
systems fail, cease to give life

Home so distant; unable to see
ages since we broke berth
the Starry Messenger, adrift on her voyage
to seek the unseeable, to find the unfathomable

The face of God

The ship loses power, begins to shudder
I, too, feel mine lungs afire
the fans above fall silent
sweet oxygen breathing it’s last

I wipe away the crystalline snow
riming my love’s face in cold
decades since I last saw her smile
she is perfect, forever in deathless sleep

Master Alarm: Fatal
cabin lights flicker and die
bare wires twist ‘tween fingers like silicon braids
though it is not enough

She is dying

A tear for the ship escapes mine eye
a fine vessel in which we sailed the heavens
she gave her all, as much as her crew
and lit the way through many dangers

Master Alarm: Shutdown
I spread the tear away, becoming the captain
I tend to my charge, my unfailing watch
I promised to wake her when the danger passed
better she fade than perish gratuitously

The core spins down to it’s end
the steady drum of the engines falling still
outside now only the depths of space remain
the perfect silence to sing of our passing

Cold...so cold; everything fades away

Setting out to far from home
The break of the sun yet to show
The soldier takes up his jaded arms
His task it is to go

He kisses his children sweet goodbyes
Their peaceful heads still sleeping
To his mate no words are acquiesced
To still her silent weeping

He looks to her somber face
Afraid to never see again
The feyness of her weary heart
His soul it would to drain

With no charge, save a longing smile
He sets out upon the road
Soon with comrades, fates in arms
Their tale enlaced with woe

A dark horizon looms to the west
Retribution swift to all who oppose
One man’s country pushes against the tide
Ready to battle despair’s wan throes

Their sword is strong, their bow of might
Tested time and time anew
Though against this foe they have no shield
Heaven’s punisher turned askew

Stygian faces bear mute strength
Testament to the rolling grasses
Helligrin's fields bear their solemn footsteps
An unpaved tomb for the masses

The trumpets call, the lines break forth
Crashing against Twilight like water upon rock
Men torn asunder, turned into shadow
Death now sustenance for the dark flock

Blades and curses, blood and darkness
Clash upon the field of war
Neither side finds themselves prepared
For the harbinger knocking upon their door

Earth is scarred, never again to flourish
Trees are bent, pulled from their heights
Underglider and Paladin both and alike
Suffer unimaginably through the frigid nights

Our hero still stands, blade at the ready
Though he is bloodied and cleaved
Crawling through the red-soaked earth of plenty
Looking for angels in his hour of need

Gazing to the stars, hidden in smoke
The very heavens shying away
He looks for her face, lost in the mist
For none greater is lost upon this dark day

A feral sun rises over the fields
Monument grasses for heroes of legend
Some say he still wanders, looking for her
Such is the tale of the Barrow Rends

Enkindled rapture beats within my breast
The fire in my lungs giving me pause
Such colors, such visions of enthalpy
A fallacy of my own interpretation

I lie in wait as coldness sets in
The dreamer having torn his gossamer sail
Styx now distant, burning in solitude
I am alone; a thrall to my own creations

Imperfections weave that intangible thicket
A labyrinth of syllable and swan songs
Pieces collide, violently merge into one
But still pieces nonetheless, saddled with girth

My wayward children, my immortal hosts
Turn on their master; drive me to grief
Like a feral beast, loved for it’s simplicity
I mourn the loss of that which is faux

Forgive my ever-dark intentions
Oh children of the everlasting night
You will all receive peace, be it unsound
Trust in the giver to award you with destruction

I rock back and forth, coursing through adust complexions
Inspiration taking it’s toll upon the malleus’
Their strings are soothing, seemingly my own
Though I know myself to be as hollow and stuffed as they

For even in my birth there was death

Sittin’ by the phone
Awaiting your call
Never thought you’d go
Never thought I’d fall
So far

The grudge is yours
And you hold it well
‘Cause you left me all alone
Left me within this hell
So low

The story of our life
I’m stuck here
You’re nowhere in sight
Killing me inside
I’m lost without you
Nothing there to find

Amber liquor burns
My lungs as I wait
It’s been three days now
My sadness turning to hate
So dark

Too young to die
I thought we had it all
Seems we’ve been livin’ a lie
I’m still awaitin’ your call
So long

The story of our life
I’m stuck here
You’re nowhere in sight
Killing me inside
I’m lost without you
Nothing there to find

Maybe we’re not meant to be
Maybe we’re just lost in the storm
All I know is that I need your touch
But here comes the sun of another morn

The story of our life
I’m stuck here
You’re nowhere in sight
Killing me inside
I’m lost without you
Nothing there to find

Centuries of old
Tales rife with plenty
Few souls stand selected
Apart from the noble gentry

Though their names be forgotten
Riddles in the dust of time
Their deeds live on in immortality
The deeds of the fabled nine

One was but a simple man
Noble and yet poor
Who stayed against the wicked barbarians
That came knocking at his door

The fight was long, bloody at best
And scarce few remained to tell
But his victory was quite a feat
Annihilation he was to quell

Two was a shepherds son
Timid and without station
With his fallen father’s bow
He sundered the breath of a nation

A tyrant strong, without mercy
Pillaged all their lands
He thought himself a golden god
But was slain by the archer’s hand

Three was a woman blessed with wisdom
A Queen without a court
With her wit and all-seeing eye
She built a mighty fort

Of heart and champion was her might
Of words and justice her sword
Using strength of mind and spirit
She raised the country to accord

Four was a Dwarven smith
His hammer and tongs most keen
He forged a sword of heavenly edge
And presented it to the King

With that blade he conquered the Trolls
Creatures without heart or soul
He awarded the Dwarf with all his desires
Which was but one precious jewel

Five was of a curious sort
As he was not a man, but of beast
A war-wolf of great stature and girth
He was a hero in the least

With his rider fallen and dead
He charged into the fray
Taking enemies one by one
It was he that won the day

Six was once a villain
An outsider within distant lands
Though in the end he found his heart
And remember he was a man

Going to his sworn enemies
and giving up his sword
He surrendered his armies without qualm
And stopped the coming of the horde

Seven was an unlucky fellow
At least he seemed to be
Destiny was his given call
And all watched and waited to see

Though his end was not so grand
Falling into a mountain of fire
With him went the greatest of evils
Lifting the lands from a fate most dire

Eight was an elvish woman
A lady of the lake
She protected all the waters
A shieldmaiden against fate

Though her domain soon dried up
Turning deathly and desolate
It is said she stills walks anew
Protecting man against pestilence

And then there was number nine
A hero amongst legends
It is he that saves us time and again
A savior within the rends

Coming only in times most grave
To combat evil and it’s might
Whomever he is or from whence he comes
He is the bearer of the blessed light

Blades and bows
Hammers and tongs
Might of mind and fortitude
These men, women, elves, and dwarves
Each suffer from their solitude

It is their task
It is their being
To combat evil at it’s source
Be it in war
or times of peace
It is they that set the course

Legends

Sunlight creeps beneath the sunken lair
of death and gasoline, matches and spark
Soulless men, creatures of nothing
Beg not for eternity, but for solemn damnation

Curses upon you, monsters of destruction
A reckoning reserved just for you
A wretched holocaust against mother earth
Leads only to the forfeiture of your humanity

My cup overflows
Red wine in a graveyard
Passion killing my torments
Your tomb housing my indiscretions

Wind stirs faint memory
Perfume, sex, and razorblades
Cold, dark nights and hot sleeping days
Distortion guitar and cocaine

Withered, few still stand
Testaments to those happy, grim days
We were murderers, tattooed by innocence and drugs
Venomous in all it’s desire

Immortal, those fallen sleep
I long for your touch, though six feet remains
I run my fingers raw upon the headstone
My lifeblood trickling into your earth

Killing my loneliness with my hate
I fall even further than before
Toward waste and wasting I had ran
But forgot...everything along the way

The pain of loss unbearable
I seek out my wicked nostrum:
Black Death’s Head Hawkmoths
Dancing in fields of red poppies...with you

Gods wander the listing trees
As moonlight bears the silent grove
Wisps break forth, painting the sky
With blue and green tails

Night flowers relentlessly blossom
Effervescent breaths ripple upon the waters
Birth and life consummates creation
And the tale of the coming of mortals

The wind, warm and sweet, caresses tired faces
Soldiers of the earth, returning to the mother
Kodama laugh and play in the trees
As restless spirits lay down before the coming sun

An ironic beauty found within death
A transformation into immortality
Men become trees, women become flowers
And sing each night to the traveling stars forever

The last of the wolves cry their goodbyes
As a summery moonset fades into twilight
Their home far off in the distance
Never again to be seen

Wild, unbridled, they run through the trees
All as one with the forest mother
Many friends long since left behind
They strive on, never failing

Battles waged and lost
Kindred spirits left to wither
They howl their lament to the passing of the stars
But give no tears, for their destiny is nigh

The trees flower in unison
Pink and white petals drifting to the earth
Calm waters shy away at the wolves’ passing
And autumn follows their silent paws

Day breaks, caressing the clouds above
Friends, the few that remain, tread on
Never looking back, never pondering why
Knowing only the future remains...for them

Midday passes fast then slow
And I am afraid
Not of beasts or chimeras
Not of fell men or time
But of myself

Not for my darkness
For what man does without
But I fear what I may become
In another age, in another life
For it is unknown...always unknown

Inflection does no justice
To who I perceive to be "me"
I feel I am so much more
Than this sum of crude matter
I reach for my humanity

I am better than that
I am who I am, not who I seem to be
To understand another human is to know God
For we are forged, not born
Creatures of our own design

Of dirt, of flesh, of steel, of soul
Of mud, of sin, of hate, of love
I am so many parts, conjoined as one
A conglomerate of virtue and vice
A synergy of piano and strings

I am me
Not a number
Not a statistic
Not a master
Not a servant

I am...me
And may I keep me

Warm beaches and salty winds
The tender words of childhood sweethearts
Say their goodbyes as darkness falls
Memories held dear by the
Offspring of the coming storm

Those tranquil waves cede
And harsh reality conquers
Living amongst the dead and the dying
Interlinked souls torn tween suffer
Wondering if ever again they should meet

The cruel mistress known as fate
Spans across both land and sea
Kindred spirits lose that touch
With one half sent to war
The other the recipient thereof

The blood never washes away
Staining both skin and mind
One in white, the other in black
One in hell, the other in Helligrin
The love for life grows thin

Though through the astringent distance
When even the unwavering stars turn black
That diminishing strand remains
That unbreakable tie that binds
Both body and spirit

No longer a faint hope
Now but a dream of lovers divided
Not even recognizing themselves
They look to those bleak heaves
And pray the other may live

Even when their own demise is at hand
They still pray the other may yet live
To see one more sunset
To feel that salty wind upon their face
And live forever upon the sands of the Serrasalmo

Cold
Tired
Ill
Wishing
Fanciful

Idolitrous
Scheming
Misleading
Poisoner
Violator

Pundit
Seeker
Creator
Listener
Provider

Destroyer
Murderer
Cruel
Malign
Antagonistic

Cold

Eclipsing moonlight filling the grove
Shadows cast by rock and cove
Blueish light and twilight pervades
The hour of loneliness become the hour forbade

Two strangers, apart, now coupled as one
Lay in the grass, from moon to sun
Feeling so alive, immortal and free
The last night together; their love not meant to be

Torn apart by war, winter’s song drawing near
Their hearts beat in unison, immune to fear
Their tender eyes kiss those fading night lights
Framed by brilliant flashes of red and hot whites

They cling to one another as the cavalries come
Their love without bounds, unwilling to become undone
The fires of Hades lick at their heels
They run for the hills, unheard are their appeals

The Master Commander gives the fey order
To conquer the masses, to launch all the mortars
Lovers caught tween, ever-growing their plight
Turn to the bedlam, turn to the fight

They hold each other dearly, the last touch they felt
As the divine wind sweeps over, their wedding bands melt
Into one another, forever bound as but one
As they stare into the coming of the planet-bound sun

Turn back the rhymes to more fluid times
When innocence was but a cheap thrill
Turn back the clock to where dreamers flocked
And everyone cradled the kill

Younger days wrapped in a chemical haze
Friendship is all that we knew
Older now, we become lost somehow
And dying is all that we do

Feeling bad about feelings had
We are the lost generation
Wanting life in a world of wanton strife
We’re the children of indecision

Hanging outside, no rules to abide
Our own lives we were to adore
Smoking on the lawn, drinking till dawn
We are the generational whore

Saunter with hate, we saddle debate
With excuses to why it must be
Playing the victim, adoring our prison
Our words as empty as the sea

Feeling bad about feelings had
We are the lost generation
Wanting life in a world of wanton strife
We’re the children of indecision

Lust to be won
Deeds to be sown
Lovers of greed
Haters of need
Words to be said
In that winter bed
Lost to the storm
Yet we carry on

Feeling bad about feelings had
We are the lost generation
Wanting life in a world of wanton strife
We’re the children of indecision

Feeling hate for condescension’s sake
We are the appeals of a generation
Wanting not a world now forgot
We’re the bastards of condemnation

Raindrops fall upon the desert
Sonara’s thirsty sands claiming lost time
Footsteps fall, misguided by trust
As moonlight bears forgotten memories

Penance for the misplaced Gods
I walk that long, lonesome road without bricks
Winding, serpentine, it pushes me on
Alone and broken, my despair is relevant

I murder myself as the sand withers my stripped bones
The rain swallowed and never again seen
Sunlight raises up on high
The deity of the sands being a cruel mistress

Age and aging takes it’s course
I falter and fathom those younger days
Frailty ebbs upon my mind
Just as the desert encroaches upon the sea

Salty winds pass over my body
Long since buried by time and toil
Unearthed by the swift winds, I stand and walk once more
Forever bound to the dust and the deity

The water nears, such irony in it’s repetition
My naked bones shiver from the cold
The wind passing through my empty ribs
And an invisible tear falls from my hollow sockets

The road awaits, the desert calls
My damnation whispering, calling me home
The sea at my back, just like memories of old
I begin my trek anew

Dusty old bones in the desert of time

Sunset dripping down my face
Invisible fire rising off the road
Another day burned on the streets
Another red light on the strip

City life wears you down
Blinds you to the inhumanity of it all
Chainlink and concrete;
We’ll never be the same

I know this is what we live for
Strength in numbers, friends in low places
Trampled beneath the tires of commerce
I ask if it’s all worth it

Disappearing into the numbers
Greased wheels crush the non-believers
No longer is humanity a god-given gift
It must be earned, bill by bill, street by street

No, we’ll never be the same

Electric sex with a necklace of bullets
Cheap cigarettes and a lifetime of self-abuse
Hidden away lockers of Jack and Henry
We’re all friends here...until the pills run out

Butterflies, greens, moonrocks, perkies;
My expansion knew no bounds
Older now, quieter now
The beat still tries to draw me in

Tossed aside, this is still my town

The cradle is dropped
The enclave is breached
The innocence is lost
The world...is come

All of these are very nice. Your poetry seems to rely heavily on emotions. It is very nice. Very deep as well.

When it comes down to it, humanity is but one thing: emotion. We are not the cars we drive, not the clothes we wear, not the bills we pay. We are art, colors and movement coupled with energy, which is what emotion is comprised off.

With that mindset, I take your words as the most indelible and heartwarming of compliments.