Tag: original characters

The strong winds push me closer to the ground as I start ascending.

My left cheek is cut open by the sharp cliffs, yet my neck is not bending.

“Is this all you can do, is this all the wrath that you can unleash?”

The winds used to wrap me up, now they choke on their own leash.

And they swore I could climb these hills with the right inspirations,

They second guessed my every argument, called it childish hesitation.

As I am putting one foot in front of the other, I feel it in my bones –

These Northern winds only loved me when I was scared and alone.

They are out of rat runs to hide in, they must pin me to the ground,

The coldness of their breath hunts me down like a wild hound,

And the honed breezes try to knock me over at each turn I take.

I am weak, but I cannot wait for them to burn me at the stake.

The rugged path ahead puts my bruised limbs on autopilot,

My feet rush through the stiff branches as the rain becomes violent.

And my boots sink into the muddy surface, yet I pick up the pace.

As soon as I reach the summit, the sky clears, but it cannot save face.

-JW

All your long overdue confessions,

Spill them on fools seeking perfection.

Wear your chasuble and say a prayer,

But do not follow me down, betrayer.

All these glorious monologues to god,

Save them for the fools who just nod.

I do not walk beyond the ordinary,

Rewrite my biography as a mortuary.

-JW

I was the shark you always feared to swim into,

But your open arms made me feel like you were not afraid.

And the time passed by like a catchy melody until you realized,

Until all my past sins came out of the shade.

I admit it, my teeth rip apart bloated egos for pleasure,

But your bubble seemed sinless, so I steered clear of you.

There was something in your eyes that made me cautious,

And then came the day you painted me blue.

I know, they still recite my words like a famous poem.

But you did not expect it, no, you have lived in silence too long.

Now the distance you keep makes my grin cheerful,

You know you have done one too many wrongs.

I hear them talking, and the story disgusts you,

But it is too late to change that narrative for the crowd.

And your actions might have been foolish or misguided,

Still, they grow louder and louder whenever you turn around.

I was the shark you never expected to take you down,

You cut me to size like someone with a naivety of a child.

And your radar did not pick up a sound as I approached

Until your kingdom was gone, and you were exiled.

-JW

They take me in pinches, then throw me overboard.

They waste me like something they cannot afford.

The salt in my saliva gets mixed with their tears.

It’s the recipe for failure, it’s a hurricane of fears.

They spread my thoughts on their walls like paint,

Then use my eyeballs as lamps, classy and quaint.

The sour sentences I spew get collected in bowls,

And they use my brain to fill rifts and holes.

They scrub my consciousness with their dirty paws,

They wrap my skull in some yellowish gauze.

The bitterness is quickly climbing up my throat,

But the anchor in my chest is keeping me afloat.

So, they massage me into their scalps with vigor.

They watch me collapse in front of their triggers.

The last of my trust decays until nothing is left.

It’s a recipe for failure, it’s a rope around my neck.

-JW