Rhubaton

Monday, August 10, 2015 10:45pm It is often said that we fear what we don't understand. Perhaps that is why we fear death, Because we do not understand it. We do not know what comes next after we die. Some say we're immortalized, Others say we're nothingness. I have a hard time believing those who say they don't fear death. Some say that they cannot control it, so why should they fear it? Others say that they know they will be going to either Heaven or Hell, So why should they fear it? I must ask, Are these thoughts of theirs because they genuinely believe it, Or because they are so afraid that they came up with some reasoning, Something,

They say that bad news comes in the middle of the night. In the case of you, they were so right. I was awoken to hear troubled voices, That were distraught with despair. I was then taken downstairs. That's when I was the told news, "There's been an accident. Your brother's no longer with us." Why did I instantly believe it? That late night. Dark skies. Hard ground. Just like the void in my heart now. That's when it was all changed, Right then, For tomorrow evermore. Goodbye my handsome brother, Goodbye for all of time. Maybe we will meet again, Hopefully then we'll both smile. Why did you have leave us? You know we love you so. We are so s

Friday, December 6, 2013 1:07am I'm sorry mother. I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry father. I'm sorry that it's all for not. There's nothing left that we can do, There never was it was it is for true, Now it's up to cousin to keep the family name on. I'm sorry that we will die out. Such a great name to end with me. I would change it all if I could. Getting back the hourglass and flipping the Sands of Time around. Just let me go back. I'm sorry brother. I'm sorry you're dead and gone. We couldn't save you. We failed you and that's our fault. We love you very dear and true. All we want is you back fresh and new. Perhaps it's destiny, Or m

Friday, November 22, 2013 before 2:04am Gazing out over the vast open sea, The cool, yet warm ocean breeze flows inward with such gentleness. The stinginess of the salt is still ripe in the air, Faintly being able to be tasted and just strong enough to be smelled. Nature is beginning to call it a night. The brightness of the powerful ball of fire that is the sun sets slowly on the horizon, Almost as if it's taking one last look of all that's before it, Before it rises yet again on the other side of the planet. The clouds almost seem to be pulled toward it like a magnet, However their reflective, illuminating beauty paints the sky. It almos

Wednesday, May 29, 2013 9:21pm It just completely engulfs you A gigantic void of black that never seems to end You have absolutely no sense of direction Where is left? Where is right? Where is up and down? Where is anything? You cannot escape it until some type of light appears. No matter where that light is, You must try to strive for it, To reach it. Like a big hitting a light bulb, You are nothing but instinctively attracted to it. Like a cat seeing a red laser pointer, You are nothing but inclined to pounce on it. But even then, Much like the cat trying to futiley catch the laser pointer, You may either succeed, or fail... But chances ar

Faster, faster ever faster! See them wheat fields roll! Faster, faster ever faster! There's no where left to go! . Ha! Aha! Feel the breeze, As it hit's the truck's nice cab. Ha! Aha! Feel the roll, As you seem to go beyond your soul! Faster, faster ever faster! Hit that wall up so! Faster, faster ever faster! Hit that bank then take a roll! Oh wait! Oh no! That 45mph curve is up soon? No, oh no! I'm only at 90, No wait 95, I've still got five to go! FASTER, FASTER EVER FASTER! THINK OF YOUR OWN DEATH! HIT THAT WALL OR EMBANKMENT AND THEN YOU WILL TAKE A REST! HAHA! AHA! THERE IT IS! ONE HUNDRED MILES PER HOUR! ONE HUNDRED! ONE HUNDRED! O

There he sits, Playing with his red baby, His only child. At least for now. There he sits, Playing his low, silent almost, quiet song. The low, melodic, fair, repetitive and sad tune. He...is the player. He...is the master. He...is the one in control. He...is alone. But yet he is happy. Nothing can stop his soul. Nothing can stop his passion. Nothing can stop his own playing from his own internal song. The noise may stop, but the sound goes on. He sits there and fingers his keys. He plays in the corner, On the corner, In the chilly, old misty night. All the world a bliss. All the world amiss. All the world lost in a vast abyss. But that sweet

I dream of a land that is far away, Yet seemingly perfect in every way. Where the sea touches the sky, And the mountains reach so high. Where the plain is so large and vast, And all of your troubles seem long gone and forgotten in the past. I see the light pinks and yellows of that beautiful morning sky. I see the deep blue of that daylong sky. I see the bold oranges and yellows of that diminishing sky. I see the start of one day. I see the middle of a day. I see the end of yet another day. Everything seems so fine in my eyes. Everything sounds so serene in my ears. Everything smells so fresh and clean in my nose. Everything fe