TheArkProject's Saved Poems

Many things are similar, and the answers lie in between,

The seams of the visions, the imaginations, the dreams,

The holographic realization of these life-and-death schemes.

In life through nature and all that you see and hear,

Smell;...

It swells up inside,
Not hurting, but like pressure,
Expanding to somewhat wide,
Bursting out of me, never lesser.
It takes me, yet it doesn’t control,
Let’s me know that it’s there—
Really wanting me to take hold,
While showing me that it...

This is what they do… They kill
If you’re a threat or if you oppose

The righteous man hands closed
He submits all that he has to God’s will

Do you hear me, or are you deaf still?
Were you one of those He chose?

Need to know are you...