Time

A mistress more cruel than mother nature herself

Can steal one's beauty, fame, and wealth

Endlessly present and forever aware

Of the insignificance you hold when others compare

Oblivious to your pleadings

To wind back the clock

And numerous attempts

To avoid death's inevitable

Knock-knock

Time is today

Yesterday & Tomorrow

So please try and contain

Your youth wishing sorrow

Your nose-wrinkling pain

And eye-twitching terror

Time won't be caught ever making an error

Time is a being of a grand design

So best to watch yourself and not get out of line

Please enjoy your days

As plenty or as few

Because one day you will realize

Time has been working on you

Doomed

Taken, yet mistaken

For these claims that I'd been making

Expertly protected

But this outcome was expected

Left alone

On my own

Built my heart out of stone

No one phones

They're all gone

Left behind an empty home

Except for me

Solitary

One young man too blind to see

Released from his captor

On a cloudy afternoon

With a dismal future that will be cut short soon

Cinderella

Twelve O' Clock

Tick-tock, Tick-tock

Cinderella it's time to stop

Dancing with, Mr. Prince Charming

It's sudden and, oh so alarming

Prepare for disaster

Meet with the master

Do your best and try to outlast her

Only then can change your fate

This showdown should be a piece of cake

Once this is done

You can dance until one

Midnight won't be when you come undone

This is me sending my best wishes

Cinderella stop doing the dishes

I hope for you good days and laughter

Please enjoy your happily ever after

Insomniac's Dream

Light breaches through my skin

Illuminate the dark, one for the win

One good day, coming right up

Pep in my step, gotta full cup

Somehow things seem a little bit brighter

I don't feel like such an outsider

24 hours go by in a zoom

One good day foreshadows my doom

Night comes, and as I sit in my room

The darkness has me trapped in a tomb

Thought swirl in a haze of worry

Stress makes them into blurry

Fragments of wonderings

Problems of the past

Resurfacing and built to last

Wishing for sleep, to sweep in and take me

Endless nights why must you forsake me

Hours pass in what seems like weeks

Four O' Clock and my insomnia peaks

Clear my mind, just to sit and wait

Spend my time, stewing in my hate

Aching bones and a weary mind

I know that sleep will come in time

Remembrance

Shattered Glass

In the windows to my soul

Distant future

And misshapen goals

Light flashes on days gone by

A moment of silence

My face toward the sky

A remembrance

One for the many

Enough is Enough

The death toll counted plenty

Life isn't love

But memories are

Links us to others

No matter how far

Uncross my heart

And leave on my way

But never forget those from yesterday

Summer

Adrift on 1,000 blades of grass

The best time to remember the past

One or two trips down memory lane

The sun on my brow

And the summer rain

Walk to the water

Toes in the sand

Stand next to the breeze

Hand in hand

Spend my time

On whatever works

Close my eyes

As Autumn lurks

In the corners of my daydreams

It sits there quietly

Accompanied by winter

They wake me from reverie

Interestingly enough

I stop and smile

A glimpse of two friends

I haven't seen in a while

It's nice to know

They're on their way

But for now

I'll just enjoy this summer's day

Downfall

Living on the edge of his seat

And trying to compete

Beyond his means

Exactly like what it seems

The inevitable downfall

Of this ridiculous outlaw

Was foreshadowed by the ominous clouds

Surrounding his outer wall

The pressures of this society

Make a man fall quietly

Hit the ground without a sound

As spectators look around

Curious as to the cause

Of this man's deathly pause

Breed confusion and fear

Don't wait for the applause

Why did he drop

The questions don't stop

The pretense of a life well lived

goes pop

His internal struggle

Unknown to us all

Made this long moment further stall

Who and What

Where, When, and Why

Did this man fail to touch the sky

Bogged down in the sewage of his own creation

Choked by his world, caused a death of frustration

A sad man's sorrow, cannot wait till tomorrow

The will to go on, is not a thing to be borrowed

At least the deceased

Can enjoy a cease of increase
And spend the rest of their days
Resting in peace
No more pressure
No more pain
No more tension 
No more strain

Hopefully this, will make them all see

That the only way for man to live

Is to live free

Chasing The Rain

17 dreams of steam

Evaporate before his eyes

Depression follows closely

And he's left to sit and sigh

How could he miss his chance

He let it slip away

Opportunities are fleeting

There's nothing left to say

Now he's storm chasin'

With wishful expectations

To get back what he lost

Wait for precipitation

As the rain comes

And bathes him in its mercy

A second chance is given

To a fool unworthy