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So I Had A Drink Or Five

skyYou left me defenseless.
Tore me down,
left me senseless.
Falling,
losing control.
Losing it,
giving in to this pull.
Let it take me,
drag me down.
All the way,
I love the sound.
I don’t care,
what have I left.
A broken shell,
with nothing but ashes to sift.
Dripping,
falling,
all the way down,
kissing your lips,
right before I touch the ground.
Dashed,
upon the rocks.
Begging for just a glimpse,
before the door locks.
Click click,
goes the loaded weapon.
I can’t even,
make it to heaven.
Bang bang,
goes the closing door.
Now only cold waves,
crash upon my shore.
Darkness,
dwells here no more.
However, my wings,
never again shall soar.
A victory,
small as me.
A loss,
cold as can be.
Shaking…
Waiting…
Anticipating…
Dreaming…
Screaming…
Shaking…
Waking…
Baking…
Staying…
Laying…
Under skies of eternal blue…
Lost in a memory…
of you…
Jake Sellers ‘at the end
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Posted by on December 1, 2012 in Poems

 

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River Dreams Pt.2

It is human nature…
to question our nature.
It is human emotion…
that has destroyed all emotion.
It therefore absolutely must be stated…
that our ability to think,
is what shall destroy us.
Or rather perhaps…
our ability to hate…
to murder…
to take…
take,
and fucking take…
that shall destroy us.
We collect trophies of the lost,
keeping them proudly displayed,
upon each of our sleeves.
What is it that drives us…
drives us to war?
What is it that takes us…
takes us to war?
Looking inward…
then outward…
then up…
then down…
finding little more than more questions.
For every question answered…
is but another found.
They keep piling,
and all the while the war machines,
they keep firing.
We are drowning in them,
answering and finding,
questions…
so very many questions.
More need to turn inward.
Remove the physical,
remove borders,
remove nations,
remove God,
remove yourself…
and see the river.
Watch it flow eternal…
watch it…
dance.
Feel the pain…
feel the loss…
but know love…
know happiness…
know yourself.
Find the center…
expand it…
till yours and mine…
collide.
Let us grow outward…
together…
please…
let us end this…
war…
together.
Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on November 20, 2012 in Poems

 

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River Dreams

The smell…
has intoxicated me.
The smile…
has crushed me.
The draw…
the pull.
Blood…
life.
Blood…
death.
You’re bleeding…
he takes two steps and falls.
Fear…
blinds me.
Hate…
binds me.
Sweating…
screaming…
dreaming…
trailing…
caught up…
caught up in the current.
No way to fight…
no way to escape.
No way out…
no way down.
Free…
flee…
flee…
before the blood…
can hit the ground…
flee.
Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on November 17, 2012 in Poems

 

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Planted in Stone

I am laying down and giving in,
to the mother of invention.
I have killed every motive,
as well as every intention.
I have tried so very hard,
for so very long.
I have grown weak,
and then grown strong.
I wish I could do this,
I wish I could save you.
But not much do I know,
but what I know is true.
I can’t lay down here,
and wait for you to awake.
I can’t watch you intently,
awaiting for something to break.
Just watch the war,
as it wages within.
Trying to reach through,
time and time again.
I cannot watch it destroy you,
cannot stand the pain.
Written plainly on your face,
watching your soul slowly drain.
Watching you weaken under them,
falling to the ground.
Watching you get lost,
caught up in the sound.
I have tried before,
will not try anymore.
For only you, the missing pieces,
may restore.
Goodbye,
when next we meet,
may you have rock,
beneath your feet.
Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on November 12, 2012 in Poems

 

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Natural Grip

I’m a dying whisper,
a sad twist of fate.
I’m a soothing anger,
of mellow hate.
Open your heart,
let me in.
Open your mind,
please allow me to begin.
I’m a little off,
some say insane.
I’m slightly soft,
bringing chilling pain.
I am the fruits,
of their labor.
Every false prophet,
every real neighbor.
They have created in me,
a will to survive.
Little did they know,
I would find myself alive.
Stronger,
better than ever before.
Braver,
anger roiling in my core.
I have come,
I SCREAM TO THE SKY!
I tore a hole through it,
AND HAVE LOOKED GOD RIGHT IN THE EYE!
So do your worst,
do your best.
Beat me down,
and put me to the test.
But know this,
know one thing.
I have come,
WITH A WICKED STING!
Sent here to help,
help stoke the fire.
So give in,
give in to desire.
Do what you will,
what you will to each other.
Strike him down,
your own Goddamned brother.
Try to find it,
a little respect.
Each thrust only tightens,
THE NOOSE AROUND YOUR NECK!
Take her,
bring her to the ground.
But remember this,
for hearing it will be the last sound.
With primal scream,
and fluid grace.
I shall remove,
YOUR FUCKING FACE!
Expose you,
for what you really are.
A demon,
touched by the wish of a star.
A magical mask,
a villainous trick.
A broken neck,
and an exposed logic.
So before you go,
removing the head of a hydra.
Maybe think a bit,
and don’t go fucking with karma.
Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on November 5, 2012 in Poems

 

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Beautiful Life

The sky fell like righteous fire that day. The oceans boiled and roiled and crashed and thrashed. The world itself became like the chaotic nightmare of a child. I screamed and cried and told them of the sky, oceans, and world. None listened, for none could hear the voice of the broken. Some turned however, and began to heed the words spilling from my mouth. They looked pale white, wearing their stress in the bags that hung below their eyes. Yet a spark of life remained in them, buried deep within their bottomless eyes. A spark of hope, of truth and of love. They needed to see this, they needed to hear this, and they saw where I pointed, they listened, as the world turned away, to my seemingly senseless babbles. They recognized truth within every word I spoke. They saw no personal motive to the message I passed, and therefore knew it to be true. They craved direction, I pointed out the path.
I promised nothing in return for heeding the warning, I promised pain, death and loss would still stalk them everyday. I only swore, that in the end, when the world has forsaken them, had beat them down, and nearly destroyed them, that they were eternal. That they are part of something so much bigger than petty border disputes, and wars over power and money. That they are more beautiful than anyone will ever truly see, that when they pass from this life, this world will be a little darker, but the one they enter after this life, well it will be even more radiant. I showed them the strength inside to wage a never ending battle against every dark, hateful creature that stalks the landscape. Strength they never knew they had, but it remained always, right next to that secret place you hide things, right next to your heart. I never asked anything in return, except to know me, and love me.
In the end they knew and loved me. The sky calmed to a dark grey, rain readying itself to fall the miles to the surface of the earth. The oceans calmed, almost not a ripple could be seen across the span of the earth. Then the rain began, washing the chaos free from the earth, restoring life giving water to all the life on the planet. An old soul passed softly into the unknown, leaving an old broken shell, with a giant smile upon it. I then traveled to the moon and danced upon its surface, and there I found her. The most beautiful soul this earth has ever, or will ever know. Together we danced, and made love on the surface of the moon staring down at the earth, and beholding all the while the trail of sun we had left behind us. Knowing someday the light will return to us, and all will be white, as the driven snow.
                   Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on September 18, 2012 in Combustible Conversations

 

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Liquid

Flowing through the space out of space,
and time.
A mote of dust in the wind,
a blade of grass.
I see everything,
clear as glass.
You have grown blind,
I try to convince myself.
The things I have seen,
I do not want to accept.
I should have died.
It should have been me.
I long for it.
Always have.
I don’t belong here,
cannot adapt.
A traveler out of his time,
completely out of his element.
This is not my home.
This is not my time.
Why am I here.
To see everything I love taken?
I still see blood,
all over my hands,
right where it belongs.
A left,
when I turned right,
and I would be able to see you smile again.
A right,
when I turned left,
and I would no longer hear this choking.
Struck down,
murdered,
for what?
Whatever God,
wherever you be,
let me trade.
Please.
Take my hand,
take my life,
let him live.
My life for my brothers.
But what life to take?
I have squandered these years.
They have blown away,
like sand.
So many grains.
Weathered from the rock.
Crumbling rock.
Just let me go.
Let me fade.
Let this go.
Let the suffering end.
Let me die.
Please,
Father,
let me die.
JUST LET ME FUCKING DIE!
Or reveal your design,
make it count.
Let me see the reason,
behind all of this.
Goodbye brother,
forgive me my failure.
I should have been at your side,
before the end,
not at it.
I should have been the one he stabbed,
for I would have lived.
God is far to cruel to offer me,
the sweet reward of death.
I would have lived,
you would have lived,
why didn’t I turn right?
Why must I always go the wrong way?
WHY DO I ALWAYS FAIL!
FAILURE!
I AM A FAILURE!
I FAIL THEM ALL!
I ALWAYS WILL!
TAKE ME!
FUCKING TAKE ME!
NOW!
Please,
let him live.
Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on July 19, 2012 in Poems

 

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