Poetry
Well this is my wonderful poetry minus a couple of pieces (Most of it is evil, depressing and cold):
Being Alone Happiness is an Ant Man's Best Friend Red Gold Tears To Fly A Cry To be Cocooned
by Ross Blake
People say
“You are never alone”
But I am.
I wasn’t always
But I have been
For quite some time
I have friends
But when I’m with them,
I’m not.
I am always alone.
No one understands me
I am drowning
They try to reach me
They cannotby Ross Blake
One in millions
My happiness in depression
An ant in a colony.
Working all day
All night
My happiness is an ant
To search for a way
To survive my surroundings
My happiness is an ant
A tear from above
Drowns my ant
My happiness drowns
Happiness overcome
By a tear of sadness
My happiness was an ant
It is replaced
Not by happiness
But by depression
Nothing left
No more
My happiness was an ant.
by Ross Blake
From different worlds
with different languages
they would talk to each other
understanding every word
they would play
with no secrets, only sincerity
they would look into each other
through their eyes, into their souls
mentally exchanging thoughts
understanding.
To one it was right,
to the other, it was wrong
cut down in the prime of life
sorrow
he could have been stopped
his thoughtlessness cost a life
the most important
it could have been saved
To blame himself was wrong,
or was it?
Uncontrollably it was his natuRe
still, it should have been suppressed
Happiness caused worrying to pause
He could have been saved.
He lost the one most dear to him
he lives apart
only hope is to meet again
Not being there
he was a world away
If he was there could he…
Of course
Understanding
Absence has not made the heart
grow
It shattered it
He blames himself
A lifetime of tears could not help
They had been so happy
to live together they were
Understanding
I wish I could have
saved the most
important life
to
me
a tear
he will never
return my understanding again
Life is not worth living
without his
Understanding
You could not understand
Our understanding
The greatest bond
Understanding.
by Ross Blake
Gold to those who have it
Platinum to those who need it
To give you Gold for Platinum
Lightens your weight.
I want to banish my weight
Losing Gold
But no Platinum
For charity will come.
Cutting the roots of a palm
Gold from pointed fronds, rounded.
Out the diagonal
It won’t heal.
To drain the bottle of liquor
But not have a drop on any tongue.
Both Yin and Yang
Health and Poison
Life or Death
Blood.
by Ross Blake
Like interest
shed for many reasons
beyond control
impossible to stop
To keep awake and forced to sleep
burning snowflakes
canyons grooved
Losing and swelling
eyes red to turn blurred
a snowstorm
every feeling, emotion
White
It would never stop
I cannot see.
by Ross Blake
To fly was his last action
from life to angel.
They wouldn’t miss him
none of them.
He wouldn’t either
To never fit in was his
never ending torture
to live through hell.
Understood by no soul
but one
a vanished soul.
He would swim against
the current
not by choice
Forced
To come close
and be removed
like a barnacle washed away
before securing their life hold.
His grip failed.
A fish wanting, needing to be a bird
from below the foaming barrier
unfit for flight
unable to reach.
Wanting to soar
only able to swim.
He was paralysed
wanting to walk.
They were all birds
A fish borne of a bird
crying tears of brine
Unseen.
He would fly
to stop the hellish pain
He could.
He would.
He did.
A fish no more
now a bird
he could fly
Swim no more.
The birds did not miss him
He was out of water
To fly was what he needed
He succeeded
The hellish inflictions were too much.
by Ross Blake
A cry, a ring
noise
constant screaming
Long time to get
used to
Over time gets
Louder
Pain
Too loud
With a shriek
the cry is
silenced
forever
peace
No!
Absence
Silence is another cry
worse than the first
Is it there
or no...
A cry, a ring
Silence
never get used to
by Ross Blake
I have dreamed of
being cocooned
To be alone by yourself
Safe
But Alas, the protection
works one way
but not the other
The danger we try to stop
is from within
not outside
Cocoons stop physical harm,
but what is that
when mental harm
is the danger
So i beg you
Cocoon yourself
but never forget
the outside
Always Return
Who knows
you may have become
a butterfly