Agrophias

See ye now the aging alpha. Not as fast or lean as he once was. Seldom alone yet often lonely. In days past he kept the company of his brothers; most of which are gone now. His maw begins to grey and his body begins to ache. Challenges of his authority become more frequent but are still answered with strength. A strength that seems tiresome now. The young welp who thinks he is ready might bare his teeth and raise his hackles. The old dog might try to command by sheer age and respect. A nip to the ear of the young reminds him of his place. A vicious bark returns the old to his seat in a huff. But nothing lasts forever and a throne becomes a ve

The bars are clanging again. Roaring and banging in the deep as a monster fights against it's cell. If i close my eyes I can see the fortress of my mind. The halls are long and dark, made of old stonework. Solid and strong but the wear on all of it very plain to see. There it is again. Bang. Bang. I need to do something, I don't think that door is going to hold up. I locked away a piece of myself down there in the dark. He's usually quiet, accepting of his fate. But every once in a while something provokes the beast. This monstrous piece of my own mind that has to be bound and chained. The dragon that demands all and give back nothing. Stupid

Around in circles the gears do go The train of thought plummets down below Through twists and turns to a darker plain Hours of thought with so little gain The morning has come with sleep still unfound Your eyes still wide and your mind looking unwound Insomnia, depression, caffeine is the cause! The possibilities make a list why you mind won’t just pause Perhaps it’s the screen! The internet is to blame! At this point does it matter? The importance has waned Nausea sets in and the eyes start to burn The body now screams for the sleep that in yearns Thought fights with ferocity against the coming abyss But well into morning you fin

I am born of the purest of things Conceived when doubt and fear pluck the strings Slowly and surely and quietly I’ll grow You’ll try to deny me, but you and i know I live in your heart and constrict your soul I’ll devour the trust and leave a black hole The more you deny me the stronger I’ll be You know who i am, the creature Jealousy Contrary to popular belief; jealousy is the fear that someone will take what is yours. And it's not okay.

Aren’t I beautiful? Go ahead it’s free to look You can even reach out and pet me Just don’t let yourself get hooked…. I’m told my colors hypnotize But there’s a danger to this game Too long and the vemon will fill your soul Nostalgia is my name Nostalgia is fun. Everyone likes to look back on good times and remember. But don't get caught up dwelling in what was.

She lives in the stars, a woman of perfection. Every night I see her in the sparkling lights. She drinks from the big dipper and rides on the back of Leo. She walks with Orion and tips the scales of Libra. Ever out of reach and a part of the unattainable. She is the light in the dark and she is my goddess. Are all poems supposed to rhyme? I feel like that's a very shaky rule.......... Confused

They say hearts give us emotions But what happens when they turn cold? What happens when they're worn and cracked and callused like ruins of old? Like ancient pyramids, they're strong and proud of the scars of time But it seems someone forgot to tell them when they died The hearts turn cold but still act proud And think themselves enduring But they've lost their light Their true attachment to life The candle just stopped burning