Fire

The cycle of life and destruction continues
It spreads through every heart
Scorching every vein
Engulfed in pain
To heal
But forever to bear
The pain
The burden of pain

Power

Yes, Power is very addictive. Recently, an infestation of an army of ants in our yard brought a request by disgruntled inhabitants of my home to practice tough love by exterminating them on sight. After exhausting many cans of repellent (or Liquid Death), there was just one tiny ant running across my foot. I had Power. Power to kill or to let it live. I was the supreme dealer of death or mercy to that tiny life. An intoxicating reality, but saddening. How would you use your Power?

Blandness of life

Life as I know it is becoming increasingly colourless. The rainbows of childhood are forgotten. I expressed this sorrowful sentiment to a good friend who replied, "You have learned to live".

New year poem

Begins the pleasure of a scholar's
New Year
A plan to form a future, which
Forever
drawth
near
Although ancient script and quaint
Old words
Be the wealth
Of knowledge
These
Take different meanings
In every human
Heart
Thus
Senseless words
Transformed by
Persistence,
Patience,
Love;
Mercy from
Above

*I wrote this when I was perhaps 14. I believe in different things now*