The Tree

All the things in life form a tree.

I climb in a mad frenzy,
to reach the top.

And I forget about the lower, thicker branches:
The support.

As I get higher, the support starts to decay.
The neglect and disresepct of the support, has taken its toll.

The tree starts to crumble,
Every step I take towards the top, the weaker the branches get; the lower bracnhes support less and less.

I fall.
What is there to catch me?

The lower branches, the trunk.
They'll always be waiting for me.

The Doors of Vienna

The Doors to Vienna

I'm running.
I'm running fast.

I'm trying to reach the open doors of Vienna,
I'm running to them.

Three minutes and I'll reach them,
Why am I running so fast?

What is so attractive about Vienna?
A minute ago it was so attractive, but as I draw closer I'm not so sure.

Is life bad enough to run willing into the open arms of death?
I'm not so sure anymore..

I run faster,
But in the opposite direction.

Those doors are not something I want,
I don't want to die.

I'm running as fast as I can from the galloping horse of death,
But, will I make it?

Bleeding On The Page

I have a teacher who told me to take all my pain and let it bleed out onto the page. So, here it goes. Remember, I've only ever written poems for English class, so don't judge too harshly on my first attempt.

Untitled by J. Campbell

Life is a dying Lie.
As we try to unravel the lie,
We find more lies: Love, Happiness, Joy.

The Lies of Life,
Lead to hiding places: Pain, Hurt, Sorrow.
And the ultimate escape of a coward: Death.

The coward, chooses Death.
The martyr, chooses the Lie.
Which is the brave one?