The Shattered Arc
Me First
There is
No such thing
As evil.
There are only
Selfishness
Obsession
And cruelty
And the desire
To meet one's own needs
At the expense
Of all
Others.
Never Doubt Yourself
I
AM
a
moral
compass.
Follow
where
I
point.
just give me a reason
How many times
Can your heart
Break
Before
You start
To lose
The p i e c e s?
See You Tomorrow
Where is the past?
Can you hold it in your hand?
Can you spread it before you
And breathe it into life?
What is past is good,
And it is done.
There is certitude only in now,
And aspiration only in tomorrow.
See you then.
Goodbye
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Whether we leave this world
Or only this place
—Or even just this way of living—
The word
Is the same.
The Stone Must be Shattered
Mine
Is not
A place
That is given
But one
That is carved
Through blood
And violence.
I have denied this for far too long.
Beyond the borders
Of Gondor
And Narnia
There is no throne
That sits empty
Waiting
To be filled.
A new one must be carved.
Trade-off
Once
You start
To live
You have
Every
Chance
Of dying.
The Golden Bar
How
Can you have
Faith
In yourself
When you have
An everlasting
Window
Into your
Every
Failure?
Why
Do I feel
Like I am
Constantly
Failing?
It is because
I am
Constantly
Aspiring.
Constant
Aspiration
Leads
To
Constant
Failure.
But if
I can see
Aspiration
Itself
As
Success...
A Stance of Stolid Silence
“What's wrong?”
They would ask me
But how can you tell
The ones who gave it to you
That life
Is wrong
That to be given
Such a glorious thing
Only to have it taken away again
And even
To live it
Incompletely
To that day
Is the wrongest
Thing
There could ever be?
Midnight
Life
Is a waste
Of life.
November 4, 2012. 6:09 a.m.
Good morning.
I am cold,
And I am alone.
Answer
I have tried
Looking
And
Calling
And
Crying
And
Gleaming
And
Screaming
And
Waiting
But I just
Don't
Think
She
Exists.
Now I Understand Why You Never Came
I've been waiting
For me.
And when
I didn't come
I thought
It was
Because
I wasn't
Good
Enough.
But when
Have I ever
Withheld
Myself
From anyone
Based
On their
Desert?
I couldn't find me
Because
The only place
I didn't look
Was inside.
Had I been
Anywhere
Around
I would
Have come
Running.
But I
Was trapped
By the only one
With the power
To contain me,
Trembling
Inside
My own
Heart,
Waiting
To see
Myself
In someone’s eyes,
To know
It was safe
To come out.
I have
The ability
To understand
And give
What is needed.
I thought
Everyone
Had this
And just
Withheld it
From me.
But I know me.
Had there been
Anyone else
Giving
Like me,
I would have lacked
For nothing.
No-one
Has come
Because
No-one
I know
Can do
What I do
So effortlessly
And naturally
That I had thought
It was innate
To all
Mankind.
I have been waiting
For me
To save me.
And if I have had
This power
All along
—This power
I have begged
So desperately
To find—
What,
Then,
Have I
Not
Done
For others?
It is no wonder
People
Cling
To me
Like a talisman.
It's all I would want to do.
It's all I have wanted to do.
I discounted my heart
As a place to look
Because
I could 't see
That all the people
I was looking to
For answers
Were finding theirs
Inside if me.
You can never look into your own eyes
When you heal another's heart.
But perhaps
It's time
To buy
A mirror.
Though We All Feel Differently At the Time
Being
In pain
Does not give you
Any rights
Over your fellow man
That you did not
Otherwise
Have.
Epitaph
He was someone
Who had lost
Everything
So many times
That his story
Was scribbled
Across
His heart.
It's Only When You Get What You Want That You Realize That It's Not What You Want
The world
Was always
Over
It was over
From
The
Beginning