Cracks appear over a vermillion egg Intense heat radiates from its deep fissures With a high chirp the creature is born Among the heated gravel, ember and thorn
The beast quickly takes wing with a blaze of glory Raining upon humanity her incandescent fury Setting ablaze all that man has foolishly created One life inadequate to keep her anger sated.
The aviatrix ruffles her aged crimson feathers To this mortal world she has no meaningful tether We have failed her in this lifetime, once again repulsed In a burst of iridescent flames she is engulfed
Brilliant fire surrounds her scarlet frame As she crumbles into ash, wings aflame From the cinder she will once more be reborn To continue this cycle of fanatical scorn.
Hello there. Yeah I know. Saying hello right now so casually might be a little annoying given the fact that I haven’t posted anything since November. But in my defense I haven’t really had the time to really sit down and write.
The past year has been extremely hectic. I joined college last August and it’s been an incredible experience but it’s been really hard trying to balance a social, academic and “inner depressing poet” life.
This is my first time ever doing a personal post so bear with me if it gets slightly redundant.
Anyway, I joined med school almost a year ago and it’s been an amazing journey but it sure has had a terrible effect on my blog. So for all my wonderful readers who have been coming here often just to check if this lazy, self absorbed writer got off his ass and actually did some writing, to them I give my deepest apologies.
As of now I’ve been having one of the largest creative blocks I’ve ever had. The time constraints also make it really hard for me to get anything done.
If anyone would like to do a collaboration or even give me topics on what you want me to write or anything in general. I could really use the help.
So please comment below with ideas for a poem or email me at email@example.com
The dreaded day is nearing of a fiery hail,
When man shall bow with tucked tail.
To the one they so wrongly smeared,
To the one they should have strongly feared.
Waves of heat shall fall as he bestows his wrath,
In payment for all we have destroyed on our path
The path of glory, wealth and growth,
Soon terror shall the heavens bring forth.
Pandemonium in the form of unholy kings,
And death in the shape of opalescent wings.
Faith in a higher power we must form,
To evade our Creators mighty storm.
But what happens when we refuse to believe,
In angels and demons like those we call naive.
Will we too then be resigned to a life of scorching penance ?
Or granted forgiveness in the name of ignorance.