Saturday, August 27, 2016

A Deeper Place

Shadowed boughs and coppered leaves
The smell of frost upon the breeze
I sit astride a branch and see
A deeper place beneath the trees

Far from all the sound and fury
Silence reigns with calmest beauty
Hardest choice laid out before me
I want to leave - I'm so sorry.

It's twilight now, the sun's gone down
But still I cannot help but frown
A tear I've shed without a sound
For a friend beneath the ground

Forgive me for I must atone
For leaving you beneath this stone
Such a dreary place and had I known.
I'd never have left you so alone.




Thursday, January 27, 2011

Memory Lane

I wander out
Across the halls
Of shattered thoughts
And broken dreams,
Where musty floors
And careless wisps
Of all I've lost
Caress my feet
With gentle puffs
Of clinging dust
That coat my shoes
And weigh me down.

But, oh, the chains
I bear from you
That drag behind
With clouds of dust
And dismal clangs
On hallowed ground,
Where peace is lost
And love has failed
But still persists
In shuffling pain
To struggle forth
Down memory lane.

Monday, July 12, 2010

What does it mean to have an empty life?

I have plenty to be happy about.

I have much for which to be thankful.

I have great friends. I have a wonderful family.

I have known both love and heartbreak.

I have experienced joy, anger, sadness, fear, boredom and laughter.

I have accomplished and I have failed.

I have learned much and look forward to learning much more.

I have known both arrogant certainty and intense doubt.

What am I missing?

Monday, June 7, 2010

Hearts

and so it was
that when i saw
that what she does
is give to me
her heart so free
the wetness flowed
from bright blue eyes
and seemed to glow
as tears ran down
i did not frown
as her smile shone
and my heart sang
like a new dawn
her hand in mine
our hearts entwined

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Veiled Mourning

we watched him frown
we watched him turn away
we watched him sigh
we watched him fade to grey

we saw him cry
we saw him crawl
we saw him keel
we saw him fall

we mourned his passing
we mourned his beauty bright
we mourned his presence
we mourned his spirit's light

all in that moment
all in that place
all in that shadow
all in that face

we knew he was dying
we knew he was failing
we knew he was fallen
we knew he was fading

though we did nothing
though we stood by
though we watched all
though we didn't cry

still he fought on
still he tried
still he struggled
still he died

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Siren's Call

Walking empty streets
Not knowing the way
The future beneath my feet
Face turned to yesterday

Thinking it was all unfair
It must have been fate
That you were standing there
'Ere it was too late

I crashed into you unseeing
In this quiet place
Shaking my entire being
Though I never saw your face

I couldn't hear
When you spoke to me
Blinded by fear
I somehow couldn't see

But it was then that you said
That I should not be afraid
That I should look ahead
That my mistakes could be unmade

I should have been listening
I should have seen
You were all I was missing
All that might have been

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Between Darkness and Flame

I wrote what follows for fun; it may or may not appear in my book and will likely undergo serious rewrites when/if it does. Just throwing this out there to say that the show is indeed still on.



It was the lone light of a candle that finally broke the darkness, sinuous shadows scattering wildly before the flickering flame. The light was so bright, after being blinded by the blackness, that she could not endure it, instead looking away with slitted eyes to assess the state of her body. Pain throbbed through her ankles in dull thrusts as if the iron manacles that encircled them were really serrated knives sawing through her flesh. Dark red rivulets oozed out from beneath the manacles to mingle with the dried crust of old blood. She could feel the weakness in her limbs. She struggled grimly to pull herself together, to sit up and face the candlebearer with stoic defiance, but it seemed that her body would not respond to her will. Nausea gripped her and she retched, though nothing came up but air. She collapsed on her side, breathing heavily. Still, she tried to face her tormentor. With as much feeble strength as she could muster, she tried to roll onto her back so she could see him. Sudden, harsh, derisive laughter greeted her ears, as the pain of a heavy blow hammered her head, followed by the return of sweet, merciful darkness.

It felt like an eternity had passed, but the candlelight was still there when she awoke once more, though much dimmer. From where she lay, sprawled on her side, she could see the candle sitting on the stone floor, burning low and guttering. Her head pounded painfully, echoing the throbbing in her ankles, so it was some time before the implications of the candle's presence sank in. She froze. A voice hissed from the darkness behind her.

"Where isss Nashhhina Arisssana? Where isss the Shhhadowsssong?"

Copyright Ryan Adams, October 12, 2008 (oh yes, i take this very seriously)

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Hiatus

The Thesis keeps me busy.
Poetry and writing shall come again.
Fear not.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

sunrise

willowy branches
dappled in shadow
sparkling with light
in the mellow dew
of morning's mist

Friday, July 4, 2008

lost in thoughts

sitting by himself
in a lonely corner
eyes upon the ceiling
counting the cracks
sunbeams cross the floor
as time slowly passes
he watches the dust
float through the air
bones ache and groan
but still he sits alone