You and I…
You despise me,
you want you.
You assault me,
everyday,
everywhere.
To let you win,
there would be no more I,
I would no longer exist.
You and you,
nothing more.
But I,
yes I,
will not submit.
I am my own,
only my own,
no one owns me.
Especially not you,
I myself stand.
~Clinton "Tzrakz" Collins
Swirling Minds
The dull drone
of life,
can shatter a man,
dreams let us venture into lands,
untainted by modern conventions
Yet there are those
who despise the dreamers
"Fruitless" they say,
oblivious to the fantastic worlds
contained within our minds
They ostracize us,
and demand the destruction
of these "empty" fantasies
My retort,
I cannot stop these things!
In this reality,
to stop them,
I would surely go mad!
Cast me into the deepest pits of Hell,
But do not take my dreams!
Lands of Eldamarr
Endless emerald hills,
roving the distance before me
I watch as stalks of unruly grass sway slowly
The limitless expanse of a blue sea spans above me
A cool breeze lightly kisses my flesh
I sigh in resignation,
this is where my adventure shall end
~Tzrakz
Dream
Dream is quite a sporadic character. Ever switching his faces and bodies as
though he is a box of masks. Sometimes he may resemble someone you may know, other
times you may be meeting a stranger. Not even limited to a human form, he sometimes
appears as fantastic or even horrible creatures never before seen. He travels the earth
pulling and twisting at the strings of dormant minds, in moments of sleep, and idleness.
His meddling can bring us an entire palette of emotions. Residing in a misshapen house
of unimaginable proportions, he enters through a door that likes to move and resize itself
constantly. The rooms in the house fl
I am here(my friend) ~Full title
When you're down,
I am here.
Please don't frown.
I am here.
To be your friend,
I am here.
Through thick and thin.
I am here.
You may be stuck,
in a trial.
But I am here,
here,
to make you smile.
~Clinton "Tzrakz" Collins
Entwined ~Full title
You sit
admiring
observing
staring
With a love
profound
She is there
beautiful
caring
lovely
So close
to you
Entwine your fingers
with hers
and
wait
feel
Never
let go
Words span a piece of paper,
thin and fragile is the sheet.
Yet your eyes cannot meet the words,
the words written across it.
They could be sweet,
these words,
filled with deep emotion and meaning.
Though they may be random,
with no rhyme,
no reason.
But I leave this one
single
thought.
It is for the writer,
to know the weight.
And the readers,
to estimate.
Walking along the roadside lane,
one long un-eventful afternoon
Looking for something exciting,
such as a great boon
Into town we went,
searching high and low
Then a strange man approached us,
a cart on wheels in tow
His cart was filled to the brim,
odds and ends of every kind
So many cheap thrills,
yet we had a budget to keep in mind
Noticing our interest in his wares,
a box from his coat he did produce
A sales pitch so fine, so grand
awe and wonder in our minds it did induce
"Disposable Happiness" he coined it,
one for you and one for me
With our small amount
a pool of ink
slowly trickles
across the paper,
across the floor
nothing to stop it,
nothing to sop it
just a writer,
lying near
the writer lies,
not noticing the ink
quietly sleeping,
warmth fading away
a stream of ink
slowly running
across the paper,
across the floor
A kite!
A kite!
So up high
Oh how I
wish,
that I could fly
Light as a feather!
The air flowing around me,
being controlled by the weather!
Away from the pain,
away from this place,
away from this horrid disgrace
Alternative it is,
for, I wish
not to die
But to live!
And float across,
the endless sky
A kite!
A kite!
Watch it fly!