Blaze (an Old Poem)

So as I was searching through my flash drive today, I found an old poem that I had written around this time last year.  I revised it until I felt that it was up to speed with my current style.  (Or at least something close to it.)

To be honest, mostly I just played with the formatting.  But you wouldn’t believe how much something as trivial as that can change the meaning of a poem.

Okay, here it is.




First comes this feeling

Of something  a b s o l u t e l y  n e w,

Unlike   what     could    ever      be

Real (like you.)


Twice before, just like this,

We can’t ignore that

Even in your  d a r k e s t  d r e a m s

Nothing distracts from something

Telling of the  t r u t h  you sweep under the rug.


Bring on the PARANOIA.

Let us FEAST for days.

Always keep your GUARD up and stay

ZEALOUS with reproach



(Is this real,

This feeling of peace and nothing?)


There you go again,

Helping another with a new way to die.

E v e r y t h i n g  c a n ’ t  b e  o k a y  a n y m o r e.


Just keep your hands steady.

Obviously it’s going to be harder

In reality than in your head.

No one will know

This is what you do.


Isn’t this a trap?

Something you made up to keep someone close?


Let’s get a few things clear.

It’s not you, but what you do.

This will be the list time I help you.


Absentee faces swirl through your dreams.

Never forget in the back of your frail mind,

Death is a concept you can’t handle.


No one will know your Opaque, hidden heart Waits to see the light.


Welcome to the dark side.  Excuse the mess—once you get used to it—it’s not so bad.


Delicately, light your match.

It will be easier to see


Even heroes can be villains to the right person.


(Health isn’t the issue,

Even evolves not to be a crime.

Ridiculous you call it, but

Equivocation is a better word.)


This isn’t the end of you but of us.

Open    your     eyes        for       once.

Nightmares lurk in the corners of your eyes.

Imagine what could happen.

Get out of here while you still can—

Hopeless is this dark side, and  y o u ’ r e  t h e  o n l y  t h i n g  h e r e.

This isn’t real, not tonight, but that won’t excuse the other nights.


So … again, not all of the formatting transferred over from Microsoft word.  (I need to figure out why that is.)  But, since most of it did, I feel okay about sharing it. 🙂

Thank you so much for reading!  You’re all lovely!

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