Category: Artsy

Hello there, Swallowtail.
Flapping about the branch of life.
Could you truly tell,
what keeps one from strife?
I’m searching for reasons alone.
And I cannot comprehend an ideal;
To love or life I am not prone.
To flap with the Swallowtail upon the hill.

Can the anger of one destroy you?
Or do you find yourself a peaceful bait?
When this world seemingly defiles you,
how much longer does patience wait?
I’m following you now, on the hill.
The sunlight is streaking in our eyes.
Love and happiness like this can kill;
we’re a delicacy to the flies.

Swallowtail, can you tell me why?
The innocent life in the town below.
How come the dirty innocence cries?
Simply because the revelation was bestowed?
When I shut myself away from the rest,
I am not quite sure.
When I hide from their detest.

O’ Swallowtail, you have a beautiful dream.
Two friends happily pleasured in the sun.
But the fallacy of it all falls through the seam,
and the dream is done.
O’ Swallowtail, you have the beautiful patience;
that which one detests me for.
My life ordeal is stagnant,
and I fall through the door.

Outcast by the species I am of.
Outcast by the Gods up above.
I crawl, freezing, up the hill.
Looking for my pal, who has fallen ill.
Please…

Hello there, Swallowtail.
Who is frozen on the dead branch of winter.
Can you tell me?
Why the life is scarred with the splinter?
The splinter of sin?
The outcast within?
Swallowtail…?
You’re carried by the wind.

2016, Jake Brunton
Photo by Seth Wickham on Unsplash

If I had barred my heart long ago,
this pain would’ve left me sooner.
If I had embraced the cold brought of the snow,
this choice would’ve died.
Conjugate this love again, please
on the mountains in Nepal, I can’t find her.

Fake burden of her illness crossed in snow
Fake burden destroyed
my lovely Melony.
Fake lips coughing to the growth of the fake burden, I love you
Melony.

Ominous disposal of the capsule,
why it can heal my heart so.
Snow flaking the atmosphere on her ashes, she left my view so.
Sleep, bring me the fake burden…

Fake lies of lust and disgust
Fake love and ideals separated me; Melony.
Fake hearts switched the philosophy-
I love thy Melony.

If she had never made acquaintance long ago,
pains of today would have been neglected.
If I’d have chosen to love her,
honest;
i wouldn’t be lost…

2016, Jake Brunton
Photo by Sasha Freemind on Unsplash

If I could have one wish
I would wish for an eternal sleep that brings peace.
Because of the monsoon rain,
I fall weak and I love it.

If there ever was a sunny day,
I wouldn’t know it.
Because I am quite the weak human
and I disagree with this life.
I wish to fall in the lake of the city
and let the citizens eat my flesh.

If I could do one thing
I would strengthen the rope that protrudes from my ceiling.
Unfinished documents on my scraped desk
they remind me of why I hate who I am.
The monsoon rain can’t stop
and the beat never stops.

If there ever was a sunny day,
I wouldn’t know it.
Because I wish to no longer be human.
Because I wish to become one of the daemon?
Because I am tired.
Yes, I disagree with this life.

Alas, I adjust my attire for my ruler
as to not threaten the quality of this worthless value.
Grabbing the documents, finished, I leave
and enter my daily hell.
These grey suits drain me
These grey suits tempt me.

I let go~
…

If there ever was a sunny day,
I didn’t live to see it.
Because I was foolish.
Because I was selfish.
Because I was stupid.
Yes, I loved this life,
but I claimed it for the value of the taxman.
Why would I do such a thing?
Monsoon rains seem to understand.

Photo by Ryunosuke Kikuno on Unsplash

I opened my eye to love
and died
I carved out a wound
and cried.

Everyone loves hate.

Sorrowful with ink I write
my elegy
Sorrowful with fate I mourn
my emotions.

Everyone hates love.

Battling this war we rue
our emotions
Battling this war we knew
our corruption.

We fight, minerva.

Living with all
i tie
No love returned;
i die.

I opened my eye to love
and died
I opened my soul to truth,
and came to fly.

written 2017.
Photo by N C on Unsplash