Apollo
Apollo, Apollo
Short, young, and fair
Barely visible was his bright golden stare
Apollo, Apollo
Deserving of life
Barely was he even able to fight
Apollo, Apollo
Representative of light
Untimely was his freedom from the blight
Rest in peace

ME
What is ME?
ME is my love
ME is my joy
ME is my affection
Who is ME?
ME is kind
ME is caring
ME is compassionate
Why is ME?
To complete my puzzle
To love me when no one else will
To show me there is good in my world
I love ME

Intelligence
What is intelligence?
Is it simply to know?
Or to have been taught
Is it competence?
Or math, science, and history
Intelligence is subjective
Some would say chemistry is crucial
Others would retort with survival is substantial
Is a person dumb for not knowing how to read?
Or is he sophisticated because he can survive?

Rain
Soft and sweet, the sound
It is slumber-enticing
Dole, is its exit

Beowulf
Heroic is he
Confident and bold is he
Beowulf is he

The Same
I’m sure this has been done
However, it will go on
Macadamias

Brother
Social and Brutish
Respectable and protective
An acquired taste

The Former Shadow
Stoic but friendly
Quiet and introverted
Most only know one

The Storm
Why is it so calm?
It is obviously tense
Why do you not care?

Heat
A double-edged sword
Uncomfortable, yet soft
Stifling, yet calm

Connection
Born from nothingness
Progressed to vastness
Where will it go now?

I Will Not
You think I will be
Every time I say I won’t
Perhaps you just care

Wasteland
Tarnished by man
Ruined by science
Inhospitable and infested
Cruel and unforgiving
How can man survive?
How can they fight?
Perhaps one day we will know
Experience
The hell that man will bring on itself
Unless we can change

The Cycle
Birth, Life, and Death
Ever turning is this lifelong cycle
Round and around it goes
Where it stops, no one can know
But that’s too cliché
We all know how it ends
How many ways it could end
By fire,
By water,
Or by us?

Submerged
Why are we all created
With, around, and inside?
Why do some fear it
While others embrace it?
We all have our reasons
Our opinions
Our dispositions
But nothing can match
That feeling you get
When you concentrate
And become submerged

This Day
This day began sad
I did something very bad
My work is at home..

Defiance
It’s not just a word
It’s not just a strange thought
It’s, indeed, a choice

First
Who was born first
The being or the unborn?
The egg was breakfast

First II
So what does this mean?
That the chicken came before?
This though makes me ill.

Exclusion
“Include everyone
Being the excluded hurts”
It bothers me not

Exclusion II
I really miss out
All the drug tests and booze checks
Let’s not forget jail

10 Minutes
Only 10 minutes
Whatever shall I construct?
In 7 minutes..

Need
Need inspiration
Can’t seem to find anymore
It lies everywhere

Sleep (on weekends)
Who needs restful sleep
The fun does not stop at night
Monday already?

Techno
What is it about the deep thump of bass
That causes my mind to race?
The rhythmic yet, unnatural sound
that makes the idea found?
The trance-like repetition
That causes recognition?
I use it to concentrate
So I can fixate
And attempt to moderate
And not exacerbate

Falling
Falling
Nothing to support
Nothing to catch
Falling
Temporary weightlessness
Temporary safety
Falling
A sharp rush of fear
An even sharper stop
Falling
Jolted back to consciousness
Now aware it was a dream

Holding
Begin to hold
Keep holding
Become less aware
Become more pressured
Vision distorts
Keep holding
Deprived of the most important
Unable to perform
Release
Everything slowly returns

Reverse
To be a little different
I chose to reverse
The format of this poem

The Control Center
Repressive of bad
Storing and knowing the good
Function-essential

Of Age
Held to high esteem
Yet sometimes quite ignorant
They’re so similar

Thought
Try humoring this,
What thing will think of itself
After enough time?

Thought II
Began as a gas
To become everything
And all that we know

Thought III
It makes complete sense
Because it starts with a bang
Answer? Hydrogen

Writers problem
Why is it called this?
Instead of wall, bars, or shield?
Context is quite key.

Red
The color of war
It’s rarely anything good
The shortest wavelength

Security
The feeling of safe
Felt with power or items
Rarely warmth or strength

Kids these days..
What has the world come to?
Every day I see kids thinking they own the place
I see kids that think popularity means success.
Or in their words, swag is key, or something like that.
Why is it,
That when education is so available
Ignorance and stupidity run free and unhindered?
I think part of the problem is influence.
I have noticed that intelligence is loosely proportionate
With the quality of media one exposes oneself to.

Concurrent
Not as stressful and somewhat lax
Smooth but still unsettling
Short but only because I can barely remember
All qualities of my year thus far
That’s how it always seems to go
By the end I barely remember the steps it took to get here
There were the highlights
However recent they may have been
But soon all they will be is a memory
And probably not by me

Revolution
They spoke of peace and justice
But for who?
They acted out against a higher power
But for who?
Were all the others just there to be losses?
To be shot or cut down
Because they thought that was what they must do?
They welcomed with open arms
But were the victims of this “Justice”
This resulted in freedom and justice as was planned
But for who?

Green
What is it about
That grassy, spring, scenery
That causes comfort?

Due Dates
Deadline periods..
What’s the point when no one’s done?
We should have control.

The Cold
I like the cold air
The frozen water, the snow
Who couldn’t like this?

The Hot
I hate the hot air
The melting ice-cream, the sweat
Who could possibly??

The Warm
Tolerable air
Sometimes sweet, blissful
I hate this one less

The Chilly
Not the best, but good
I’d rather be cold than chilled
I’m indifferent

Description
Blonde and beautiful
Deep, dark hazel pearls for eyes
soft and sweet, yet strong

Quartz and Tumble
I wish to quartz and..
Tumble all evening thus
And soiree oft day

Expression
Universally
We all share similar faces
The meaning is key

Arguments
What is the true cause of arguments?
How serious can they be?
Obviously petty squabbles are in our nature
But what happens if we have the ability
To hurt or kill each other?
Then the term turns dark..
The reason less clear
The cause more “justified”
War, war never changes
Make a man dangerous
And that danger is reflected upon the world that made it so

Variety
Some say it’s the spice of life
Why not it’s seasoning?
I hate spicy
I hear heat isn’t so good for the skin
Yet if it’s the seasoning
The flavors can be vast
The interests massive
To each his own I suppose
I kind of like a milder taste
But every so often crack a pepper flake
For a burst of excitement
Or stress..

The Past
I wonder what it would be like
To know what we know now,
Earlier
How advanced would we be now?
How different would the world be?
Not that it really matters
Or would it?
Would we suffocate from orbital garbage?
Or burn in the stifling summers
I think the benefits would far exceed the risks

Random
Imperceptible
From the deepest recesses
At least until formed

Milson
Unpredictable
Cheerful and slightly insane
Yet is loved by all

Calculus
You thought you got it
But now you don’t and it’s worse
There’s a quiz today...

The Pit
Such a deep, dark place
Will I ever find my way out?
Or just suffer more

All I want for Christmas
All I want this time
Is to be free of all the ill
And just enjoy it

Finally
How could this happen?
It all seems so unclear and grey
All there is, yet not

Growth
Is this what it’s like?
If it’s any indication,
It should only grow

Death
Ever so sudden
This is how it end’s for me
Staring at his face

Final
How this should conclude?
No one can say for sure, yet.
Perhaps, empty end?