Left-overs

Left over poems and thoughts varying from dreams to love poems. In a range of months from 2016 Feb to May.

"Breathing and experiencing the ashes of your past
The ashes of your home
Thinking back to the memories and all those deft warnings
You near kneeling from the heart-churning pain
But grasping the future with naught but a weak hand
Fragilness, appreciating its prescence.
Watching the ashes of your home dance about in the fire fanned breeze, the remnants dancing like drunken embers on a night of festival
Watching all this you feel less pain
As it's easier when you have someone to witness it with
One to love and comfort you
One that represents your future and all coming troubles
Thanks to this, you love everything about her
You gift her your entire being as you pay your dues
And you dedicate your entire mortal life to her, whether she chooses you or not

But it matters not to me who she chooses
As long as I was gifted fairness
I never care about who she becomes and grows into
That is true love to me, adaptibility
I am a survivor, and survivors are jacks of all trades, their sole virtue is adaptibility
So it may take us years, lifetimes even
But when we do find the truth of Love
We will do anything to make her happy
Just as our father did
And we will fail as he did
But we hold nothing against her, we encourage her
To be whoever she wants
Cause no matter what
If i'm there, i'll love her."

- A troubiling time, I was trying my best to stay patient with the one I loved's irrationality


"Life dies
Life comes and goes
Because I understand this
I'm said not to "show",
No.

I was spared from life
Life and light
And so i've even been called a "blight"
At the time I asked if it were my "birthright"

Despite my knowledge, I still cry
I know not why at times.
I fear everyday you will "go"
By your own will
Or of this world's.

-Some more just personal thoughts and a random "poem"


'So I climbed every mountain, seemingly in search. Enjoying the steeps before they were scarred with war.

And on a mountain I found a tree not like any other. I found solace and comfort in this tree, and came to it everyday.

"What is your name?" I'd ask pointless questions to it.
"Will you not tell me your name?".
I came back the next day and found it's name engraved in my mind.

I layed at its base with my head on the lap of its roots and looked up at it's great branches... "My, it must be ancient. Its height is such a great sight." I mumbled to myself before closing my eyes, soon drifting to sleep.

In my dream I heard her talk, something now faded as I had woke. I had felt a terrible need to know what it was. And so I prayed to it in silence, and got no response. I prayed the next and the next after that next night to it, to know what it said. Eventually I sighed and fell in defeat. Pleading with it a little,
 "Why do you not tell me again? You have already engrained immortality into me like the evergreen you are: and your beauty like the cherry blossoms that you can't show. You are living to me."

When I stood to leave. I heard a sad voice say "Don't go." '

-This was the closest memory I had to the dream I had listed once in a chapter in my book. This was 2-3 days after the dream. But still holds some more accuracy to it.


"Me and you
Let's paint

Every stroke of red and orange.
In an upward motion to create feathers.
Feathers of fire binded to bones of knowledge.
People's knowledge and word, none spared in turning to ash.
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Forming every ligament and vessel that shapes your Titan sized wings.
Spreading to touch the hearts of millions, if not billions.

To this I will follow you, up until you spread those wings.
I don't want you to touch the hearts of millions or levy a thousand armies for one reason: I want you to love my heart as much as I love yours.

Let me and you be reborn from ash every hundred years to spend our time in eachothers embrace, returning to ash.
Only to be rebirthed over and over again."

-A love poem I wrote for "Her" one night. I use to write her one nightly so I could try and secure her a smile in the mornings. I consider them personal successes because she enjoyed them.


'In your lifetime you will dig a countless number of graves. And for the first countless many you will feel fear as you see the depths of their empty eyes: lowering them to their resting place. But after these your fear will fade. You'll look into their eyes and say "So boring, i've seen you." And so you will grow in efficiency. It is only when you look in someone's eyes that you've never seen, that you will begin to fear yourself. You'll look back at all that freshly layed dirt and think "I've gone too far." '

-Another personal one. I was struggiling with some nightmares and memories of things I thought I long got past.


"It winds through the creases of my heart, a river in mid winter.
The slight shimmer of blue light dancing in it, not from cloud nor sky.
But from its peace inspiring beauty, and war arousing rarity
Born was the small palletes of ice floating atop it, bouncing off the shores like a game of pinball.
These eyes are a cleansing force, washing away all dried blood as if it were nothing."

-Something I wrote in response to a dream I had about "Her" and that is how I saw her eyes in the dream.

Author's Note

I wouldn't consider these good, or even average. They were completely passion driven with no plan or correction to them. I haven't written in a bit and figured I owed it to share these. In short, ignore the grammar problems and corrections to he made. I was over a year more inexperienced when I wrote these so hopefully I've improved.

I still appreciate any feedback if you enjoyed these or not, I have a few more a bit longer ranging back to 2014 sometimes.