|Anti-war poetry is kinda my thing, I guess. This is one of my best poems, I think.|
Left BehindWalking down the street is hard. Well, it's physically easy. But mentally, it's a struggle. You have to get out of bed before you can even do it, which is hard enough. Then you have to make yourself look presentable, even though you never are. You have to look at yourself in the mirror and make sure your skin isn't so transparent that it shows the weak blood beneath. That, and, you know, zits.Left Behind by A-Wandering-Man
Even if you do manage to get out of the door; which is not always the case, as sometimes it isn't willing to open; you have to face the judging eyes behind the curtains of every house you pass. You have to listen to their whisperings, their deceptions and insults and lies that you always seem to believe. Sometimes you want to scream at them, tell them off. But you know that when the door opens they deny it all, they say it's in your head, that you're mad. They haven't the faintest idea, as they say, why you would accuse them of engaging in such horrible behaviour.
If you manage to get out o
Winter's MawThe wind howls down the dreary streets,Winter's Maw by A-Wandering-Man
Rustling once more the long fallen leaves.
A chill creeps through my meager wrappings;
Infecting flesh with cold paralysis,
Leaving joints stiff, robotic, immobile.
The bellowing roar of the wind,
From Winter's Maw it flows;
Cold dread and terror's kind
The living heart too well knows.
The vitality that once flowed in my blood
Drains away, shutters itself deep inside,
Within my chest, wrapped about my heart
To ensure that the small flame within
Would burn despite the darkness beyond.
The wind bites at the ears,
And whispers with a foul tongue.
Violent air, so sharp and clear
Darts inward and stabs the lungs.
Thoughts slow as neurons freeze and thaw,
As the heat and life is rent from the blood,
Before it could hope to reach the brain.
The gruesome jaws of the ethereal beast
Gnawing on my exposed carotid artery.
From the clouds in winter's thrall,
The frozen daggers lightly fall.
In glacial whorls and blustery squall,
The bitter gale devours all.
QuestionsWhat is the nature of reality?Questions by A-Wandering-Man
What is the reality of nature?
What excites me? Interests me? Enrages me?
Enchants me? I still have so much to learn
about myself - and it's terrifying.
But it also intrigues and excites me
Beyond the scope of any reasonable expectation.
I could do - and be - so much...
Or I could do little to nothing significant.
In the vast expanse of my potential,
I am afraid to venture out into myself.
So I hide in anxiety and anger and laughter
Maybe it's time I set sail.
The Parade of the SoullessAgonized faces, twisted into morbid smilesThe Parade of the Soulless by A-Wandering-Man
Bodies dragged along behind; unwilling,
Yet spurred on by frivolous anxiety.
The mask cracks and fractures; begins to fail.
The light slips through, and burns the skin;
The Persona withers and inner tensions mount
And it implodes.
Revealed is a face scarred by tears
And unwrinkled by laughter.
A face so real and terrifying, and gruesome,
That we demand it never be seen.
And so it dies. And so do we.
We are wandering husks,
Devoid of feeling;
And paraded about,
As if our warm corpses
Still possessed any semblance of life.
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I'm a writer, not an artist! And a pretty damn good one at that. |
I'm looking to be a scientist by the time I finish university (read: PhD). I'm a student of philosophy, though I'm not enrolled in any philosophy classes. I'm a decent writer by any standard and an arrogant one by most. I'm politically active as an anarcho-communist and I try to address social issues with my writing, particularly my poems, but I also convey personal emotions in them, as well as my spiritual beliefs (I am a Naturalistic Pantheist and atheist; by spiritual I do not mean supernatural, to be clear.)
If you enjoy my writing, you're probably crazy; but then again, life is boring if you aren't. Normalcy's nothing to be proud of, in my opinion. I suppose I'm a fairly introverted person, though my friends know me to be loud and to laugh readily. Meeting strangers, particularly cute girls or respectable adults, is where my shyness reveals itself. I think too much, feel too much, and eat too much, and I don't think any of those things will ever change. I've been told on occasion that I am wise beyond my years and clever beyond reckoning, but despite my arrogance I have never really convinced myself of these supposed facts.
I love nature, especially forests and rivers; and I absolutely love pictures of nebulae and galaxies and the like from various observatories and the Hubble Space Telescope. I'd very much like to get a telescope of my own. I love standing outside, looking at the stars. Meteor showers are my favourite things to watch but I've only ever seen two. I love the complexity of life, and the greater universe. It's all so amazing.
I appreciate music greatly, though mostly metal and classical (and sometimes both combined); and I would have loved to have been gifted with musical ability, but I'm useless at playing music. I have an 11-key range on a piano, which is ridiculous, (I have big hands, ok?) but I'm useless with one. I love any music with cello, violin, or viola in it, and I wish I could play any of them, but alas -- no talent. I suppose I must make up for it in my writing. Some of my favourite bands are (in no particular order) Nightwish, Epica, Freedom Call, Gamma Ray, Dream Theater, System of a Down, Blind Guardian, and ReVamp, among others. I love Chopin's (classical) work as well.
I'm mercilessly rational, which accounts for the aforementioned wisdom, I suppose. I often find myself struggling to accept the paradigms of society, as most of them are irrational. And I really, really like pizza. And pasta. And pretty well anything else with cheese. Not relevant, really, but needed to be said.
I love living, but it terrifies me. Odd, that. Suppose that's how it's supposed to be.
My best friend in the world is MissSoarrow , so be nice to her!
As you may read below I'm a very quotable person.
"Perhaps, I think, the important thing is not only that we look to the stars in reverence, but that occasionally we tear our eyes from the great void for a moment to look over at our fellow humans, give them a smile, and encourage them to gaze at the wonders of the cosmos along with us."
"Those who think the air empty have never breathed the breath of life, they have never stood in the gale and released their pain and worries to the calming wind; never let themselves go, free in the swirling eddies of the ever-moving air. There is life in the air, in all the world, every day, in everyone and everywhere."
― Me (yet again)
“Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers.”
"Come, come, whoever you are; wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving; Ours is no caravan of despair; come, yet again, come"
― Rumi, Sufi poet