Really Short Poems

A Random Rant

A day starts with you
Showering your love on me
Showing me that there is
Still a reason to live.
You make it clear to me,
That love will always be there
In the corner of the dusty room,
In the walls of this rotten lair.
The mere thought of you
Is enough to ignite my soul
I light yet I fight
To keep myself from kneeling before
The love of my life,
That made me feel alive,
And now has become
The reason for my fight
with the light inside of me,
so small yet flickering
constantly bickering
asking, rather begging
for me to stay calm
And not give in to
These sadistic qualms.

There used to be a time
When I called you mine,
And you used to say
That come whatever may
There would always be
A part of you in me.
How true that sounds now
When all I try to do
gets messed up somehow.
I realize there is still
A prominent piece of you left in my soul,
Which has brought me to this place
Where I had never been before.
This place, that Eminem talked about,
It sounds so cool
But really it makes you want to shout
Yet you can't,
Because then you would grant
Access to others to enter this place,
Those few others who still care.
So you bear the torment
All alone inside,
Waiting for the end.
And then comes that piece
That grants you the peace,
As now you have
A reason to breathe.

Now you see all those acts
For what they were
You realize you were used
And you want to use that fire.
So you go to the person
And you see they are having fun
They don't acknowledge you
It just makes you burn
And you love it,
But the light keeps on tugging
"Let go", it says
But you resist the struggling
Of that foolish old person
Who thought that people change
"Yes people change,
you have too".
But you know you haven't
It's only the piece left in you.
That piece wants to dispatch itself
And you are helping its cause
To release the past from the dead
And to keep you insane instead.
That insanity will lead to total annihilation
You won't let them escape the destruction
Each shred will be torn apart
It will resemble a hedonistic art
And you will rejoice in that moment
All the remnants of that piece left broken
They will leave your soul
In the form of tears
From the eyes that looked on
At this pure revolt
Your insides will hear the cries
And you will realize
What it means to Die.