My Life

I stand in darkness,
Silence.
Thinking thoughts that aren’t mine,
Wearing clothes that aren’t mine,
Moving in ways that aren’t mine.

I stand in moonlight,
Whispers.
Watching friends I don’t know,
Hearing words I don’t  know,
Knowing things I don’t know.

I stand in twilight,
Murmurs.
Telling stories that aren’t real,
Seeing places that aren’t real,
Using objects that aren’t real.

But when I stand in the spotlight,
Thunderous.
Those thoughts become mine,
Those friends become mine,
Those stories become mine.

Because I am an actor.

Like A Turtle

Like a turtle, I withdraw into a safe place of comfort. 

Though I want nothing more than to explore my horizons, 
The world outside is too hard to face. 

I endeavour to soar with the eagles. 
I attempt to swim with the dolphins. 
I try to run with the cheetahs. 

But in the end, I am ostracized, 
And must hide away from the pain. 
I must hide away 
From the inevitable sting of defeat. 

For though I want nothing more than to have a friend, 
The safe shelter of my shell is the only thing 
That can protect me from the harshness 
Of the things I can never have, 
And the failed opportunities I dare not face.

A Flash Of Blades

Steel

The sword floats in the air,
Its silvery blade gleaming.

Hungry

The razor-sharp edge glistens
As it slices through the air,
Missing its mark by inches.

Thirsty

The ornate handle shows elegance,
Reflecting the weapon it adorns.

Beautiful

The clang of metal meeting metal
Rings like a toll of the Grim Reaper
At the end of days.

Deadly

Scratches and dents adorn the steel,
Remnants of battles long past.

Experienced

Crimson red liquid runs down its length
As it finally reaches its mark,
And leeches life from its victim.

Victorious