Headlights' Song

The blinding shine
Of headlights
Flying by in double time
The horns scream as I feel like Christ

Just one stick of cancer
And I’ll walk until it burns out
As footsteps crunch, I become sure
The squealing of tires is not unlike a shout


The shout says to me

You must leave, child
Leave this shoulder
Your instincts are wrong, though wild
Though being homeless, you seem older

It is right,
But leave I will not
For there is so much yet to fight
In the conflict, I'll not be caught

And suddenly, the spark dies
The stick has lost its fuel
Much like the struggle for light
Only in the presence of an adversary, can truth ever win

It is ironic, that the only thing that we can surely count on to come, the future, is never solidified until it happens, when it becomes the present.

Paradoxical

Do you wish to go to heaven?
Well of course I do
How do I get in?

You must become broken
Humbled before god
Recognize that he is your ruler

You must know that god
And only god, will save your soul
This is why your spirit must be broken

But sir, what if god did not wish us to be broken?
What if god wanted us to be strong?
To stand up for ourselves to adversity

I believe he made us to be free
God did not wish for a weak creation
We are the rulers of the world, we are headstrong

No! He demands total humility!
You may have been made free
But in heaven you'll not be free

Sir, I must say
By your reasoning that
God is a tyrant

“Like the rest, cold and distant”
Said he
And though this is fiction
He speaks the truth

For who is not cold and distant?
Who’s not been staring into a man’s face
And seen nothing but nothing?
None among us, I suspect
.
Cold and distant
Such meaning but with such disdain
No such human have a met
That did not fill this criterion

The rest of them
Staring into a crowd,
Can you pick one that’s dissimilar?
Sadly, I can not

The below poem is not emo in any way, and merely the re-telling of the events of an event that I am not proud of and do not wish to ever do again, I do not wish any attention for this, and only needed to get it off of my chest.

Heart racing and pulse pounding
Staring at the pills in my hand
Could I really have done that?
A dozen seemed so insignificant

I try to sleep
To no avail
When suddenly like a brick
It hits

I'm perspiring and panting
Dropping to the floor
No concern but breathing
Inhaling has become my only obsession

Hand over wrist, feeling the pounding
It's no longer rhythmic
Now it's beome frantic
As a runner stretching for a finish line

I can't feel pain any more
Can't experience pleasure
The purpose has been served
And I collapse into a sleepless rest