Beginning and The End

Thinly veiled in fog
Is my grandfather's grave
Thickly wrapped from the cold
Am I
Fleshed out on the stone
Words written
Epitome
Dates
Beginning and an end
The path all must walk
In line of duty and out
For my forefather,
The flag
Folded
The salutes
Fired
Taps
Played
And the land around has stilled
A man of God and country
Laid at last to rest
In country he loved.
As I stand
I in awe of this legacy
This man
The father of my father
A fighter for this land
In his prints I step
Am I prepared to stand?

Ghostly Encounters - Third and Final Installment

To have a soul,
You must have a shadow
But where I live the sun never shines
And my soul does not exist
For I am not real
I walk in the shadowlands
Casting a pale fear
Over those who cower
At my ghastly torn shape
Torn by the tortures of my former life
I am my worst nightmare
My screams of agony stretch across
The plains of loneliness
I am alone with my ghostly cadre
Marching to the beat of a silent drum
Guns that do not kill
Shouldered by soldiers who never fight
Thousands killed by the shot heard round the world
Barely uttered breath, yet hardly a word
Was spoken against it
A silent army marches on
Seen by none yet felt by all
Answering the silent, fearful call

Ghostly Encounters - Second Installment

Silence
Broken
Shots are fired
The ghost brigade has attacked
They rise from the trees
Like shadows from the ground
They are coming
Coming for me
Fingers
Stretching
Clawing
Desperately running
But I'm in their grasp
Dressed in black,
Fire spewing forth from
Their skulls of desperation
Seeking for their prize
My soul
Myself
To return to hell

Ghostly Encounters - First Installment

Soft feet walk with me
Demons haunt me in my sleep
I am not alone
Voices whisper in my ear
Telling me things I already know
Wondering
Following
I have an invisible entourage
Spirits of my past
Present and my future
Reminding me
Haunting me
Dragging me down
Letting me remember
Never to forget
I existed once
I was real
Shadows flicker
As my bodyguard of reminders
Slowly marches me on
To the distant sunrise of the future
The sunset at my back
My hate behind me
My hope beside me
Meet the ghostly new day

Alone

So alone, I am so alone
Never return to my home
I have none
My soul wanders
Trying to find a place to rest
My weary head
Concrete and glass shards
Will make my bed tonight
Rats and mice I have
Company and food
Friends have left
Deserted me in my time of pain
I'm so alone, I'm so alone

I'm Not Right

I'm never right
Never wrong
You agree with everything
But your arguments
Tell me otherwise
Our fights always end like this
Me out in the rain
Smoking viciously
Trying to put out my own cigarette
Getting high is the only way
Nicotine can hide my anger
You're in the kitchen
Crying
Trying
You don't understand me
Do I understand me?
When you say I'm right
When you say I'm wrong
When you say I'm a loser
Are you right
Are you wrong?

Who Will I Find?

Sometimes it makes me wonder
Who will I find
When I leave this war
Who will walk from the smoke with me
Cuz I'm the bomb thats gonna blow
Time is ticking down
Who will I find?
Who will survive
Should I push them all away?
Time is ticking down
Who will I find?
When the smoke clears,
And I pull myself
From the smoldering wreckage
Will there be anyone left
Time is ticking down
Who will I find?

Sense The Watching

I sit here watching myself
Sitting all alone
Like an out-of-body experience
But my spirit is still at home
Sitting up late at night
Writing,
Trying,
To get rid of this feeling
That someone's watching me
Working that wonder of
The feeling
Ghost whispers in my ear
Inspiring me
Writing for me
Blast from the past
If thats what they call it
Dead men talking
My pen is walking
Marking their trail of sorrow
Writing,
Trying,
To tell their words
My pain, my sorrow
Sneaking suspicion
He's right
Behind me whispering
Conspirator
In his idea of genius
Watching myself
Sweat, perspire
Drops of words
Telling pain mixed with blood
Can you feel my death's desire?

Cold Hard Reality

I wish, I wish, I wish
All I see is cold hard reality
The here and now
The truth hurts

I hate calling this a problem
Been here so long,
It seems the norm

But they call me crazy
Say I’m out of whack
They want to push these meds
Before I give up and crack

This branch is bending
It’ll go before too long
God please
Don’t bend me anymore

Like a sick child it seems
He’s been bending me for
What seems too long
I can’t take this anymore

Oblivion seems so sweet
Medicated bliss
So clouded

Not knowing one day from the next
No more pain I feel
Is this the reality
Is this the real?

Plugged into the matrix
Forced to see someone’s point of view
Can my feelings ever be my own?

Abnormal

I embark on this road, feeling alone and vanquished, hoping to be victorious.
I've lost many battles, losing, I feel a piece of myself in each one, ripped, tattered, and torn.
I'm worn out and want to head for home.
This path of life is cumbersome, weary and dark at times.
For me, no peace from endless skirmishes with the very enemy of my soul.
I'm crying, my wailing stirring the birds and stilling the woods,
As the eerie howl of a weary man raises itself to the scowling moon,
Intent on darkening the soul.
But I stumble on,
Relentless in my search for peace that may very well not exist,
Except in the world of medications and white rooms,
With doctors who speak jargon I can't understand.

II
The forest crawls closer, seemingly trapping me in,
Desperate I push aside branches, towards some unknown direction
Pushing for some hidden call desperate to be anywhere but here
And when I get to that anywhere, my soul pushes on till I am lost
Within myself wandering down paths long forgotten
But I stumble on,
Tired, weary, no rest for this poor soul
Except to look around, try to find my bearings,
To no avail, and my cry echoes back like a haunting reminder
I am alone.

Sorry

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean what I said
I will never
Forgive myself for my words
That I said to you
I have tried
I have cried
Hiding in my dark room
Leaving all my friends
Out in the cold
Just trying to figure this out
You said you loved me
And now you've backed away
Leaving me to grope my own way
In the dark

Empty house

Words echo
Up and down these empty halls
Memories from
The past rush back
As I sit alone
Here
This empty house
Reflects my heart
All I live off of are
These empty words
Long since spoken in anger
Hit me with such a force
It hurts for me to breathe
I could throw myself away
And leave this place
Or stay here and stare
At the picture of those happy times
When we were in love
But now
As I drive away
I leave all those behind
Here
I am again
Sitting like last time
So empty
Can’t seem to shake the past
I can't seem to be filled
She won’t leave me
Alone
Like I need to be

Hollow

Hollow
Is my life
You read it when
You look into my eyes
Without life
Without strength
There resides Death

So please,
Please don't look at me
Or my last thread
Of light will die

Just leave me
Leave me here
I'm slipping away
And you cannot save me
It's over now and I'm dying

Sorrow
Pervades your very being
At the sight of my fall
But no tears
Can reach your eyes
For I sent away
And you did not leave

Pain
Is gone
And I lay still
As my blood trikles
And my life flees
Unable to stay

As the world begins to disappear
And black surrounds my sight
I see your face
And hear your scream
Echoing as I slip into eternity

The Act

I no longer think
But act
It’s a complicated play
I’ve written
Is the final act about to close?
Or is there more to see
No eye contact now
Or I will break
And the play will be gone,
The curtains will be drawn
And they will see
It’s not a play,
But reality
And the figure
On the stage
Is really me.

First one!

No Empathy

I stifle my words
And say nothing
To those in mourning
Even though
I could empathize
With them
I stifle my sayings
and my tears
Hide every drop of emotion
Hold the pain
And forget about
The empathy
Needed by those
In pain
My heart is cold
And I am a shell of myself
No longer living inside
But on the outside only
As I cover my mouth
I hide my eyes
The hate burns for those
Who mourn
I cannot quench this fire
At those who are so easily hurt

Welcome!

Hey everyone! I'd like to welcome you to a big step in my writing history, which is putting my stuff out in the open, for everyone.
Here is my history as writer, real quick. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, since I could voice my thoughts to my mom. I've written stories, songs, and poems. I even have a half a book sitting around somewhere. My mom loves books, and I gobbled them up. I was inspired by every story I read.
Its a world out there, in wordland, and I love exploring it. I feel that my writing is a part of me, an expression of how I feel, in the case of poems; and my ideas for others.
So read, enjoy, comment.
my email is thesplitpathwriter at gmail.com so feel free to drop me a line with comments.
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