View of Depression

View of Depression
By emschierbeek

framed by window
dead cold lost dark winter chill
grey outside life gone

Indifference

Indifference
By emschierbeek

I look into your eyes
But all I see is black
And you
What do you see
When you look into mine
Blue
Blue from the sorrow I feel for you
But you
With your black hating eyes
I will never allow you to belittle my soul by making me hate you
I know what you want
Because your hatred has turned your anger into fury and that into rage
But I am not like you
Soulless and dark
I know my boundaries
I know my place

Chai Is For Winter

Chai Is For Winter
By emschierbeek

Chai is for winter
Spice up the cold
Spice up the dark

Green is for spring
Welcome the bud
Welcome the renewal

White is for summer
Refresh the heat
Refresh the withered

Oolong is for autumn
Savor the color
Savor the contrast

Chai is for winter
Spice up the cold
Spice up the dark

Rain

BY EDWARD THOMAS

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying tonight or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.

How

How
By emschierbeek

It started in ethics class
A whispering here
A jotting there
They came together
One
Two
And so on
Meshing and expanding
Swirling and spiraling
Growing
It started with passion
It turned into passion
Growing
Swirling and spiraling
Meshing and expanding
And so on
Two
One
They came together
A jotting here
A whispering there
To think it all started in ethics class

The Man He Killed

BY THOMAS HARDY

“Had he and I but met
            By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
            Right many a nipperkin!
            “But ranged as infantry,
            And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
            And killed him in his place.
            “I shot him dead because —
            Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
            That’s clear enough; although
            “He thought he’d ‘list, perhaps,
            Off-hand like — just as I —
Was out of work — had sold his traps —
            No other reason why.
            “Yes; quaint and curious war is!
            You shoot a fellow down
You’d treat if met where any bar is,
            Or help to half-a-crown.”

All I ever wanted…

All I ever wanted was to stay off the Internet. I wanted to stay away from the creeps and the morons; communicate in a more personal manner. However, if I want to write for a living during this century, apparently this is where I need to be. So much for classic communication. So much for intimate, intelligent interaction; now I’m joining the twits on Twitter and making a blog. *Sigh* So it begins…