Artair's blog

To this day,
I don't know why,
but I can see the future,
I can see past the mind.
It's not hard,
As it takes concentration,
It's easy to see,
But it lacks motivation.
It got me into trouble once,
I'll never do that again,
I'll never use it for evil,
It is not a favored trend.
I once met a scientist,
He tried to take me in,
But I used my powers for evasion,

Looking out across the horizon of the floor,
Nothing to the left,
Nothing to the right,
Complete silence,
A desolate realm where you exist.
There is no fighting it,
There is no fighting against it,
There is no living with it.
This is the point,
The point where the memories follow you,
And you feel like you can see them.
They walk in front of you,
Walking in the blackness.

The sun rises, full of spirit, life, and hope,
Giving itself to whoever believes they can accomplish something,
Before being consumed by its rival,
Before falling, falling fast,
Through stars, space, and time.
The farmer sees this, and hurries,
Hurries on to finish his job,
Picking, plucking, planting,
Sweat running down a worn face,
Animals watching with blank expressions.

Clerihew: aabb

Soul

Old man John,
Was soon found gone.
His soul left forever,
Without breaking a tether.

Rondelet: AbAabbA

Soul flies free
Not staying bound,
Soul flies free
Lives forever eternally;
It flies silently without a sound,
Forever living in memory, from the day it formed, to when the
Soul flies free

Searching deep down
Outer World seems to collapse
Under the surface hides a deeper power
Let it come from deep down

To move on with your life,
is to let the fire burn,
letting it burn bright,
never flickering to go out.
The day it goes out,
is the day the water runs,
it runs through heart, soul, and air.
It is invisible, yes, invisible,
but exists,
wherever there is a flame flickering.
The water waits inside others,
others who would take your fire,
and use it against you,
don't let that happen.

L ove is the essence of life
I n every way possible
V eering from the corners
I nstinctively going for the thrill
N ot knowing what’s ahead
G iving up past traits
L oving every minute of it
I n every aspect
F ollowing your own path
E very which way through life

The last time I ever,
Jumped off a cliff,
I landed in the water,
But I was still stiff.
I knew it was the end,
Of my jumping career,
All because of my falling fear.
It’s not the landing; it’s not the jump,
Its simply falling, curled up like a stump.
I climbed out of the water,
Shaking with fear,
Still trying to get the water out of my ears.
From that point on,

Take pride in one's own country,

take pride in one's own life,

take pride in your respect,

cause it can put away the knife.

Take pride in one's own doings,

take pride in where you go,

take pride in your respect,

cause it can stop the loathes.

Take pride in one's own secrets,

take pride in your respect

take pride in your life

Cause it only happens once

The writer sat at his desk, thinking thoroughly about his life

and especially about his childhood

He took out the old diary he had kept since child hood

and opened it up

All of a sudden, he was gone from the chair

and didn't know where he was

He couldn't see his body, only a landscape around him

All of a sudden, a young version of himself ran past him

Once, a long time

A long time ago

A pirate and a musketeer fought.

They both could not measure,

How much of the treasure,

they wanted to take home with them.

Because of this they fought,

Withouth one having a thought,

A fight to the death would do

The musketeer with sword,

The pirate with pistol,

On the shore near the town of Bristol.

The musketeer finally,

When you step into the crystal clear puddle

What matters then?

When you step out of the puddle and the car sprays you

What matters then?

When your shoes squish from the water

What matters then?

When your umbrella decides to break in the rain

What matters then?

What happens when you wake up from the dream

What matters then?

Absolutely Nothing

I am from the hope

I am from the life

I am the experience that those that have had theirs taken away from them wish for

I am the old oak in the backyard

I am the old

I am from the young

I am from the first breath

I am from the last breath

I am from the spirit

I am memories and life

The time has come

You have decided to put all of your fears behind you, and want to come Out of the corner.

You've been huddled there for days, weeks, you've lost track of the time, but that doesn't matter anymore, because its time to change.

Fear has followed you, and behind that, hatred.

What is the crime, well that is not important

The area you are in is barren, and no sign of life exists. All you can hear is the sound of the wind, trying to talk, and make itself heard.

You try to listen, and take it all in, but you can't

What are our feelings for, if not to hinder us, and to yet, make us contemplate the complexity of our minds.

We feel, and yet we don't feel, because we have to know, and have to decide what to feel.

without feeling, without hope, life is yet meaningless,

while with feeling, life has a purpose

Take in all emotions,

and live

Shadows in the dark

A nameless fate

Where our fears and past memories reside

Put aside the darkness

Emerge with the light

Seal the passageway

Emerge

You run down the alley

The shadow slips around the corner, and you hide behind some trash cans

The shadow has disappeared

All that is left is you

The crisp air chills your bones

You hear the silence, as if it is a bell, ringing and ringing

You are all alone

Your past problems have disappeared

You walk out of the alley

Solace is where the cellar door opens up to our minds

You walk down to the door, and with a creak it opens

You are then floating, floating in a starry sky, with a kind voice in your ear, telling you not to be afraid

There is nothing to be afraid of

You open your eyes, and you are in the basement, sitting at the table

New inspiration has been gained for your life

The beach lay still, a silver streak of moonlight is all that quivers, in a life that many question exists. The stars hang low, blinking, beckoning, as if they want to come down to us and share knowledge of an ancient world. The water is bluish, yet green, and can be seen through, all the way to a dark dreary depth.