Broken Glass
by Seth Ochsner

Lying in a bed of broken glass, I awaken to find my life in shambles.
As I look around, I see that the sky has turned a menacing shade of red, and the oceans gone dry.
As I rise, I can't help but think to myself "Is this it?", "Have I died and gone to hell?"

My mouth is dry, but there is no water.
My stomach growls, but there is no food.

I walk to the edge of the cliff that is sanity.
I look down at the cold and jagged rocks below, before throwing myself at them, in attempt to end this nightmare.

At the bottom, I pick myself up an dust off,
For I realize there is no end to my suffering.

I walk along the endless horizon, knowing that I cannot stop.
I carry the mark of the beast into the sunset,
Praying that my tortured soul, if not to be allowed to Heaven, simply be destroyed.

At day's end, I lie in a bed of broken glass.
As I fall asleep, I wonder what tomorrow holds.
And hope that the days ahead are sweeter than days past.

Regret
by Seth Ochsner

Though the Earth is cold and damp, my bed is nice and warm.
Though I am alone, I am free from harm...
Still, I cry.
My will is broken, I dare not try.

Poetry in pencil, may as well be my own blood.
Wish I could hang myself, or drown in this flood,
Of emotions that blankets all.
The price for having a heart, I now take the fall.

"Never amount to anything", should've listened when they said.
The burden I carry, regret, until dead.

Daniel
by Seth Ochsner

I loved you like a brother.
To replace you, there is no other.
We've been through it all, through thick and thin.
We've been through it all, again and again.
In this time of mourning, what more to do?
I sit here in tears, thinking of you.
Your life was short, time we spent, even shorter.
Now that you're gone, everything seems in disorder.
On this night, awake I shall lie.
Say hello to heaven. And to me, goodbye.

Let Go!
by Seth Ochsner

Let go your consious self.
Let go your evil thoughts, death...
Running through your head, as you weep.
Let go this physical world, find release.

Think peaceful thoughts, and you will feel...
The truth about life, that nothing is real.
"Nothing as it Seems", Mr.Vedder had it right.
Things that used to bother you, your weight, your height...
All seems so pointless, now that you know...
Nothing really matters but the ebb and the flow...
Of the tides in the sea that is your mind.

Let yourself go, and answers you will find.

Time
by Seth Ochsner

...Time is fleeting, and so are my feet.
To get out of this kitchen, to escape the heat.

Time is cruel, but what else have we?

One of the few things we can count on, but should we really take for granted?
Something that won't stop for anyone, yet runs out undoubted.

Time is always with us, travel or stay.
Time will always follow, but be that as it may...
I prepare for a journey far and long,
Time provides no comfort, only rushing me along.

Thus is the way time works.
Whether blazes by, or lurks.
Time plugs along while we sleep,
Time is running while we weep.

Something easily we forget,
Until there is no time left.

FAILURE!
by Seth Ochsner

Destiny is a cruel thing.
When you realize you're destined to let failure ring.

The harder you try to be the best that you can,
Only leads you to crash instead of land.

I look inside, insignificance is all I find.
I know I'll lose again this time.

Without purpose, why do I survive?
Sleep now, never to revive.

Destiny is such a cruel thing.
Let failure ring.

Let failure ring...

Symbolizm
by Seth Ochsner

I'm sorry...
Sorry that I can't be your best friend.
Sorry that I push you to your wick's end.

I'm sorry that I always seem to make you cry when I try to make you laugh.
Sorry that I sometimes walk the wrong path.

I'm sorry that I can't be all you want in a man.
Sorry that I do things you can't stand.

I''m sorry that I don't always try hard enough.
Sorry that I can't always make things better when they get rough.

I'm sorry that I don't always show appreciation for the things you've done.
Sorry that, when it comes to high points, I sometimes feel I have none.

I'm sorry that I can't make your life perfect.
I'm sorry...

For The Love
by Seth Ochsner

A thousand miles, Why?
Simple, I reply,
For the love.

Life's spectrum grows ever wider.
Living as a starving artist, though I am neither.

Choices I make decide the fate of two.
If I leave now, she will be alone or with who?

Lightning in the sky, cutting through the night.
Flashing ever bright.
Lasting only one second, yet a force with which to be reckoned.

Is love like this, powerful but short-lived?
Or does it bind us all, surrounding like the wind?

So many questions, but only one answer.
"For the love", I reply. Simply, with passion.

Attack (9-11-01)
by Seth Ochsner

"Holy war", is there a bigger oxymoron?
A suicide attack by misguided morons.

Look, up in the sky, it's a bird, no it is a plane.
Smashing through a building with a huge ball of flame.

"How can this happen?", we all ask ourselves.
A terrorist mastermind, belongs in a prison cell.

Now, we look up, all the flags flying low.
Used to think we were safe, but now we all know.

Nothing taken for granted, nothing safe, nothing sacred.
An entire race of people, by the unenlightened, now hated.

Under mountains of rubble, the bodies decay.
A nation in anger, screaming to vindicate.

The time has come, band together as one.
How many survive? Possibly none.

In the end, only one thing for sure.
Pay the price for knocking on the sleeping giant's door.

Injustice
by Seth Ochsner

I am not myself,
So, who am I?

I am no one else,
So, who is left?

How to know what is real,
When I am unable to feel?

Things people take for granted,
Mean nothing to a dying planet.

All life must end,
But where do I begin?

So many questions, so many days.
"We're all just visiting, all just breaking like waves."

In a universe so cold and dark,
This one bright spot is only a spark.

All life is a temporary must, this
Life is but a temporary injustice.

?
by Seth Ochsner

Why should I believe things will get better, that my future will be bright;
When my past is only shadows?