Photo Albums (Hero Contest)

Alive (Contest Submission)

 My lifeline peaks

like a mountain,

through the belly

of this sky.

Its stability is

threatened by too

many screams.

It may avalanche

into itself,

the finest shout outs

are just delicate

goodbyes.

Often I just

want such a

world to leave

me for dead.

Without minding the

departure.

My grave shall

bloom an ugly

flower bed.

Inscribe upon my

stone,

that I grew

better as an

author.

To live is

a cliff hanger.

You either strengthen

your grip,

or free-fall at

the fault of its

danger.

I guess i'll

just hang here.

 ...

Habitual Conflict (Hero Contest)

Satan is good with the way he,

chains us up with temptation.

Poking fun at faithful servants,

who can't see him lurking

from a far.

Playing his game of deception,

until we understand the need for

rejection.

Breaking bad is often

dreadful.

For these fleshly

operations,

that only know imperfection.

It's on God I depend

to keep my selfishness,

from running me off the

deep end.

Knowing he needs that

exclusive order.

It's hard to fight

the current,

when the Devil's

treading water.
 

Photo Albums (Hero Contest)

My innocent youth,

has vanished into

these old snapshots.

Here I stand a

careless infant,

casting an aw inspiring

grin.

Looking through the

lens,

into a fast paced upbringing.

Only to long for

childish happiness,

that time robbed me

of.

Leaving Kodak memories,

witholding jealousy.

A cute little one who

lost the fight against puberty.

The boy who failed to

dodge his own insecurity.

But still he stands,

a foreginer

to the world.

Still he stands,

a mother's wished gift.
 

The Family Farewell (Brother)

My very loved sibling,

victimized to verbal

injustice.

The place of academics,

sits still as your crime scene.

Not the resting place

in which you chose to

pass on.

Now you lay below

us too far gone.

Everyone's trying to

figure out,

why they took a

destination to wrong.

We're sabotaged by our

very "would've" "could've"

and "should've" sayings.

Like you could've consoled

in me.

I should've been your

therapist,

then Mom and Dad

wouldn't be stuck to

"If only".

Ashamed I am

that we your relatives,

could only relate to

sly distraction.

Bro we took the role

of a bystander,

and didn't take action.

We apologized but those

apologies,

won't ever get the true

comfort all need to ...

The Family Farewell (Dad)

Son of the deceased,

your desired departure

left me with no peace.

This occurrence of your

definite absence,

has suppressed my

masculine headship.

I now sit trying to find

out where I went wrong

when stupidity hit.

Was it the long hour

shifts that pulled me further

from your secretive space?

Leaving little time to investigate

your "at risk" signs that you

couldn't help to show.

Oblivious to the obvious,

seems like I just let you go.

Didn't teach you well,

how to function in the

skin of a man.

Or even put up a fight

against your escape plan.

When death persuaded you

in the form of persecution,

I failed to cast away such

evil pressure.

Instead of saying "it gets better"

I let those whispers submit to

your unstablest reasonin...

The Family Farewell (Mom)

Precious child to

whom which life

I gave.

You've fallen early,

weeping is excessive

because you were'nt

saved.

Every night assigned

for sleep,

is now a repetitive

memorial.

Filled with your

captured smiles,

submerged under

my teardrops.

Through the collage

of photos I look

for answers,

to this unsloved crime.

If only I saw through

your silence presented

at dinner time.

Or saw beyond your

wooden structure

entrance,

that excused even

our voices from smalltalk.

Then maybe I wouldn't

have to see through our

chosen casket.

I  wouldn't have to

watch you descend,

into a new bedroom

underground.
 

A Bully's Justification

Worthless scum I've

banished to graveyard

territory.

The fear of taunting

figures like me,

has shaken your

insides in my own

palms themselves.

While you fell to grim

reaper's feet,

giving your blessing

of devoted self offering.

I still stand on hatred's

ground,

making it clear to the

vulnerable.

My terror couldn't

be endeavored,

as I dropped it upon

your weakened

self esteem.

But as crazy as it seems,

I did you a huge favor

and I am to never be

repaid.
 

What Death Feels Like

When your soul gives

in to life's chokehold,

it must be like the end

of an eye gripping

film.

Blackness overtakes

the color wheel,

the victim looses

all touch of this

worlds feel.

Underground

trapped in a

unshakeable rest,

remaining unaware

of his credits that

roll.
 

The Unexpected (Enemy Of The Past)

A solution didn't

show through

the clouds of that

crystal ball.

Oh how misleading

it was,

we were'nt comissioned

to fall.

Weapons of warefare,

dropped at our feet.

Communication and

a haven of calmness

now meet.

Enemies have a

greater power

than the power

to destroy.

It's the power to

endure,

and find common joy.
 

The Unexpected

The crystal ball

I never trust,

fortold of our

ending.

Didn't safeguard

the spoilers,

and granted

all the graphic

scenes.

I deflected

my vision of this

harmful spotlight,

but could not

evade its sighting

for too long.

Her protector

I once was,

fighting against

her grief.

I've become the

adversary,

shaking my head

in disbelief.

Words acted as

rapid bullets,

killing off unarmored

partnership.

Triggers the mouths

were,

with no considering

to power in lips.

Went from healing

her lover's bruises,

to providing an addition

of scars.

Taking back her

everything,

proved impossible

by far.

Within the crossfire,

was an explosive rage

She's ...