Plant

It all started out so small,
So innocent and fragile.
This one tiny seed,
Being planted in the ground.
A single little bit of hope,
Buried beneath a dream.
Nourished by the water if faith,
Then fed by the light of promise.
It looked as though,
The future of the young,
And vulnerable form of life,
Was going to be nothing but blue skies,
And smooth waters.
Little did they know,
That would be quite the opposite.
For the course of this premature life,
Will soon be altered.
The irreversible event,
Will forever haunt,
The memories of those who,
Will be effected.
As the days go on,
Everything goes along,
Just as predicted.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Picture perfect conditions,
For a major catastrophe.
What happened here,
That dreadful day,
Will forever be remembered.
As there it sat,
Alone and ignorant,
The pathetic form of life.
Little did it know,
That it had just become,
A victim of despair.
Slowly it begins to creep,
This monster of remorse.
His cunning plan already in effect.
Little does this little plant know.
That it has played,
Right into the snare,
That will cause its own destruction.
Its already too late,
There is no turning back,
The damage has been done.
One choice left,
Mine as well.
Its time to continue on.
The path ahead does not seem fun,
But going back is worse.
The light ahead is very dim,
Details very vague.
Tiss impossible to even predict,
What lies in store.
But there comes a time,
When that first step must be made.
Only inches inside the dark abyss,
Confusion begins to fester.
Deep down inside,
One begins to question,
Why do I deserve this?
Am I really that bad?
The entire life story,
Then begins to play.
Hours of recollection,
Pondering,
And debating,
Trying to decide,
Whether or not,
These cards are well deserved.
However,
Who is there to determine,
What is fair,
Or not?

House of Cards

Walking through the park,
One dreary afternoon,
Something caught my attention,
Out of the corner of my eye.
Turning to behold the thing,
That had broken my concentration.
Startled with surprise,
Gasping with confusion.
Nothing would have prepared me,
For that which was standing there,
In the middle of a grassy section.
Rubbing my eyes,
Perhaps it isn't real.
Slowly opening the lids,
Not knowing what to expect.
To my surprise,
It was still there.
Curiosity getting the best,
I began to creep towards it,
Slowly,
Half expecting something,
To jump out.
After what seemed like minutes,
I finally arrived at the base,
Of the monstrosity of an object.
Gasping in awe,
As I scaled this behemoth.
If I hadn't of seen it,
With my own eyes,
I would not have believed it .
There in front of me,
Four stories high,
Thirty feet at the base,
Stood,
Somehow on its own,
A house of cards.
I stood there,
Admiring that which was in front of me.
It all seemed perfect,
Too good to be true.
Not a single flaw,
In the architecture.
Upon further inspection,
I had noticed,
The walls of the structure,
Had been worn by the wind.
And yet,
There it stood,
As if no storm,
Could bring it down.
Just then,
As the thought entered my mind,
The loud crack of lightning,
Sounded in the distance.
It continued,
Growing louder with each new bolt.
Soon the smell of rain,
Drifted into my nose.
Instinct was telling me to run,
To seek shelter.
Yet my legs did not move.
I had to stay.
To see how this house of cards,
Would stand up to the elements.
Sudden gusts of wind,
Began to attack the walls.
Yet the house of cards,
Stood firm,
Almost laughing in defiance,
As the winds,
Desperately continued,
To beat against the walls.
But to no avail,
The house has won.
What's this?
I think to myself,
As I raise my hand to eyes level.
There,
In the center of my palm,
Was the one thing,
That spelled out certain destruction,
For this magnificent creation.
Although just one rain drop now,
More was sure to come.
One by one,
They began to fall.
Although just a few didn't hurt,
Over time the consistent bombarding,
Began to take its toll.
The water began to seep,
From the surface,
To the core.
Weakening the very foundation,
That the cards were built upon.
It didn't take long,
Before enough had been soaked up.
This beautiful creation,
Was being destroyed,
From the inside out.
Collapsing under its own weight.
Story by story,
The support beams began to break,
Not being able to hold the weight,
In their damaged state.
It didn't take long,
Before all that was left,
Of the magnificent building,
Was a pile of rubble.
I stood in awe,
Of the events that just took place,
Right in front of my eyes.
There was nothing I could do,
To prevent what had happened.
All I could do now,
Was hang my head,
And keep on walking.

Faces in the Crowd

Sweat drips to the ground.
Hair rises of the back of the neck.
Pulse quickens,
Pounding against the ears.
Swallowing becoming difficult.
A quick glance over the shoulder,
Reveals the steadily growing crowd.
Shadowy figures moving without a care.
At first they seemed so familiar,
Until a closer look unveils,
The blur that makes up a face.
No more recognizable,
That a tree on a distant mountain side.
The masked mannequins,
Move about without acknowledgement,
As if to be ignorant of my presence,
Almost denying my existence.
I stand there stunned,
As the thickly populated crowd of drones,
Move around and about.
Must think quickly,
Have to act soon,
Before it's too late.
It's either slip back and blend in,
Or stand out and be proud.
Become anonymous,
Another face in the crowd.
Or become an outcast,
Looked down upon by the rest.
The time has come.
What will it be?
I choose exile,
A life of distrust and misery.
How could I not?
After all,
That's me.
The loner in the crowd,
On the outside looking in.
No I was not doomed by fate.
I willingly chose this path.
If asked to choose again,
The path I would go down,
I would not say a single word.
We both know what I would choose.
A quick smile,
A simple wink,
As I begin to walk down,
The road of loneliness and isolation.

My Path

There's a light at the end of the tunnel,
That beckons to me in my dreams.
Its faint cries,
Growing louder with every tick of the clock,
Now screaming in my ears.
Not much time passes,
Before the wailing must be stopped.
Finally acknowledging,
The all too familiar voice,
It suddenly becomes calm and soothing,
Somehow pleasing to listen to.
It urges so gently,
Yet somehow pushing,
Begging for me to follow it,
To the other end of the narrow shaft.
Rising from my bed,
Confusing dream with reality,
I begin to stumble on my way,
Jealously looking at those,
Who pass me by.
Secretly wishing,
That I too,
Were speeding along the path,
To the final destination.
Countless attempts to change my course,
Only lead to failure.
It seems as though,
Nothing can change the direction,
Of this tangent I have started on.
Head hanging low,
Spirits all but dead,
I trudge along,
My alternate path.
Envying all the others,
That take the main route.
Is this to be my fate?
An outcast of the world?
Time seems to stand still,
When you are on the outside looking in.
What is there left to do,
But accept this as my designated path,
Steadily working my way,
To the same place as the others.
Meet them at the end I will,
Smiling bright and proud.
For I will have made it through,
This awful journey,
On my own road.
Despite however many obstacles,
Were blocking the way.
I will be victorious.
Nothing,
Will stop me.
The only option is success.
Failure,
Is not a possible outcome.

Self Destruction

The warmth begins to fade.
The light begins to dim.
This once vibrant flame,
Begins to dwindle into nothingness.
No fuel left to feed the hunger.
No one around to stoke the coals.
There is nothing that can save,
This weakened inferno.
As the winds of an oncoming storm kick up.
In the distance a shadow approaches,
And the sweet smell of moisture fills the air.
Drip by drip,
Little by little,
The ground begins to drink.
Praising the skies for the relief it brought.
Meanwhile,
The weak little fire begins to moan,
In agony,
As the last threads of life,
Are stripped away,
Without a single thing,
That it can do,
To evade the path of doom.
Suddenly all is quiet.
Acceptance begins to ring in the air.
The flame now realizes its dark end,
As a blanket of peace is laid over top.
“I have brought this on myself,”
The flame whispers.
“I am what I am,
And it has caused my own destruction.”

Minds

As it approaches,
It appears to be,
The exact same as every other,
That has been encountered before.
Nothing out of the ordinary,
Nothing new to see.
However,
As it begins to get closer,
Even nearer now,
Where once something simple sat,
A behemoth of an object,
Rises from the dust.
At second glance,
It becomes confusingly obvious,
That the monstrous structure,
Is something,
One would not have predicted.
A labyrinth.
Only a single entrance,
Is all that stands out,
From the massive facade,
That hides,
And shadows,
What lies behind.
It is impossible to predict,
What is hiding inside.
Entering cautiously,
Curiosity getting the best.
Once inside,
There is no turning back.
Turn after turn,
Dead ends seeming to be around every corner.
Suddenly,
A startling sound,
Echoes through the chasms of stone.
The ground begins to shake,
Stone clashes together,
Ones worst nightmare becomes reality.
The maze is changing.
Altering its design.
Some things remain the same,
While most become different.
Now trapped inside the morphing trap,
There is only one option left,
One way to go.
Forward.
Welcome,
To the endless trap,
An eternity of confusion,
Of change,
The ever changing puzzle,
That is,
The mind.

Stars and Fish

From the stars in the sky,
To the fish in the sea,
No one shining brighter than the rest.
Each one you come across,
More magnificent than the last.
Every one so different.
Yet so much alike.
How could one choose,
One over another?
Perhaps to them,
The one they see,
is high above the rest.
Not a single other one,
Can compare to the one,
That has ensnared their sight.
It begins to consume them,
Occupying their thoughts,
Their dreams,
Plaguing theirs senses.
They come to a point,
Where all the other fish,
Floating right in front of them,
Begin to disappear.
Regardless of their colorings,
Despite their beauty,
They go un-noticed.
As you focus on the one,
More intensely every moment,
Nothing can distract,
Your dedicated gaze
Slowly you being to creep,
Narrowing the gap,
Many things can happen,
You pray for only one.
Deep down inside you desperately hope,
This beautiful creature,
Will notice you too.
Slowly drawing nearer,
Trying frantically not to frighten it away.
Suddenly,
Without notice,
Gracefully it turns,
Now facing you,
It catches your gaze.
You sit stunned,
Trying to comprehend the beauty,
That is only feet away.
Your mind begins to race,
As it tries to figure out,
What is causing this creature,
To choose you,
Over all the rest.
What possible reason can there be,
To explain this decision?
I could not tell you,
But ponder this question I will.