The Walk To Home

The Walk to Home

I strut along the pavement.

I’ve done this for plenty years.

All between two seasons,

Autumn and Winter,

Within reason. 

The fall leaves are crisp and crunchy.

The snowflakes are tainted with dirt and icy.

The trees are practically bare. 

The sky is cloudless and clear. 

Everything feels at rest here.

All the problems that lie upon my shoulders,

That slowly but surely make me grow older, 

Seem to fade away.

Another day has gone and passed.

It’ll always last.

The walk I take to home. 

- (d.n.k) 

Pride

You bite your tongue, 

Because you are the one who is wrong. 

I am right. 

As always. 

I will twist the things you say, 

Until you can speak no longer. 

You’re prettier when you’re silent. 

Hold your tongue, 

Or I just might burn it off. 

All these arguments of yours have already been fought. 

And lost. 

Smells of burnt flesh, 

Tears stream down your face. 

Helpless and hopeless, 

There is no escape. 

I gaze into your wide eyes,

Brimming with fear. 

And I smile bright. 

You’re so much prettier my love, 

When I am the one who is right. 

- (d.n.k) 

Pride Greed Envy Wrath Lust Gluttony Sloth

A Little Self-Destructive

Emotions here,

Emotions there. 

This shit is freaking everywhere. 

Anger, 

Contentedness, 

Annoyance. 

Oh, 

And a little bit of despair. 

Sometimes I can’t feel, 

And sometimes I vividly do. 

Far too strongly,

It’s overpowering.  

Are you like me too? 

I don’t really know, 

What or how to think. 

About all this. 

My feelings, 

Lead to hurting others. 

So I’d prefer to not feel. 

The raging hatred, 

Void-like emptiness. 

That rapidly gains depth. 

Eating myself alive. 

I’ve lost control, 

Many times. 

But here’s where I draw the line. 

Self-destruction?

To me, 

That’s fine. 

Hurting others?

Well let’s say, 

I would rather die. 

- (d.n.k) 

The Feeder of Minds

I don’t want to be here. 

All I want is to leave. 

Why would I want to live?

If all I do is grieve. 

I’ve come to learn,

That all people lie.

It’d simply be a shame,

If they all withered up and died. 

Don’t take me as a fool,

But I’ll dare you to try. 

I’m keener than the rest,

That you cannot deny. 

I will pry and unearth,

The horrors within your mind.

Then for my amusement, 

I’ll bring them to life. 

(d.n.k) 

Marigolds

Tumble inwards, 

Collapse with grace and poise. 

If you’re going down sugar, 

Best your fall be, 

As delicate as petals. 

From the oh-so-sweet marigolds. 

That I’ve raised and nurtured,

In three cracked homes of, 

Cheap, brown pots. 

Blooming into lively yellows, oranges and reds. 

To remember and respect the dead. 

That takes and takes, 

But never gives back. 

Our love. 

Our happiness. 

Our memories. 

Far too short-lived, 

Than love, happiness and memories should have ever been. 

I’m afraid that I’ll forget. 

How to be happy, 

Without you here. 

So tears flow on end, 

Whenever and wherever I remember, 

That you were my dear. 

- (d.n.k) 

If I Was Brave...

If I was brave,

I’d tell you this.

I don’t ever want to miss,

An opportunity to make you smile.

To craft a friendship,

Deemed worthwhile. 

I’d travel all across the world. 

Learn everything of our Earth. 

From living,

To dying.

And perhaps rebirth.

The oceans, skies, and land.

Are what I’d explore.

To heal and protect is what I’d be for. 

If I was brave, 

I’d know true happiness exists. 

- (d.n.k)