Jack Of All Trades (H-to-O, "J", poem by Screech)

And the third one.
Jack of all trades is really straightforward, a guy who's good at everything.
But the other side of this definition is never considered, what if a Jack of all trades wants to be the best at something?
Can he just be good at everything or can he become the best at something if he wants? If he doesn't achieve it, what happens?
That's what this is about.
Read on, enjoy.

Jack Of All Trades

I am lost,

I've no direction,

I don't know where to begin.

I've been gone for far too long,

And my powers are all stretched thin.

I had dreams,

I had some visions,

I don't know where they went.

I've been good for far too long,

And I think I'm finally spent.

I was strong,

I had aggression,

I don't know when it stopped.

I've been safe for far too long,

And now I think my mind is locked.

I was great,

I had cohesion,

I don't know how I was a god.

I've been mortal for far too long,

And the feeling just feels odd.

Never the best, I was good at the rest,

So my failures should be far from few.

But now I'm insane, my work is my pain,

So here's what I say to you.

Master of nothing, I've been this way,

Far too long I've been going astray,

Jack of all trades, that's what they say,

Far too long I've been cast away.

I was mighty,

I was invincible,

I was the one to hold the crown.

I've been on the top for far too long,

And now I think I will hit the ground.

I'm sick of being good,

I'm sick of being tired,

I'm sick of the times I've not been inspired.

I'm sick of these words,

I'm sick of these notes,

I'm sick of the times I've written these quotes.

I'm sick of the world,

I'm sick of the people,

I'm sick of the millions and millions of sheeple.

I'm sick of the power,

I'm sick of the greed,

I'm sick of the ones who think they're in need.

What the hell went wrong?

Why am I losing?

Is this what they mean, by decomposing?

How the hell am I here, How am I mediocre,

When I was the best, When I was my stoker.

Where did it go? Where is it lost?

Am I searching for something that isn't the cause?

So here I still am, Just walking true,

And here is what I will say to you.

Master of nothing, So I've been called,

Leaving the people agape and appalled,

Jack of all trades, they say I recall,

Still better than most, I'm afraid, after all.

keep a lookout for the next one- The Kinesthesiac

Cheers... ScreechDrummer

The Insomniac (H-to-O, "I", poem by Screech)

and here's the second poem readers!
I had internet issues today, otherwise I would've posted it in the morning itself, nevertheless, the insomniac seems pretty straightforward when you hear the name, the poem itself is not exactly so.
I feel it's definitely one of my best works so far, so read on and enjoy!

"The Insomniac"

Looking out the window he sees,

a sky filled just with stars.

Darkness has taken over his world,

He waits for the moon to talk.

Winter nights have made him more cold,

The fire is all but gone.

Dreams with his open eyes,

The ceiling holds his art.

A yearning that just won't go away,

His eyes look for his heart.

He lies waiting for his sleep,

His insomnia has no cure,

He longs for those sweet, sweet dreams,

His hell has no exit door.

Waiting for a knock on the door,

He makes an excuse to wake.

Memories of his forgotten lore,

Slowly return to ease the ache.

Silence whispers in his ears,

As he dreams with open eyes,

Of what he could and would have done,

If only his will had survived.

Waiting for the crimson to break through,

His soul wanders in the night.

The darkness at times feels so true,

Like the black that seems so bright.

He paints his dreams in the air,

And his breath erases it all away.

He longs for a sweet. sweet voice,

As the wind makes it all decay.

A new day ends when the sun sets again,

The people keep asking him to live in yesterday,

His sanity is what drives them insane,

A different truth is just lies for the mundane.

The venom of words hangs in the air,

Burning hot like the light of Altair,

Mocking away at his castles in the air,

Winding his thoughts like heaven's stair.

His eyes close long before the sunrise,

His thoughts quiet down as the sky goes cerise.

Sleep envelops him at the end of the night,

The insomniac rests as the world runs outside.

Cheers... ScreechDrummer

Heart Of Silicon (H-to-O, "H", poem by Screech)

the first one is here readers!
"Heart Of Silicon"

the thought process was, Silicon being a semi-conductor, doesn't conduct fully, nor does it resist fully.
well after a LOT of thinking, Heart Of Silicon came about, about a person who lives for keeping the balance in the world.
it was an interesting concept to me, so here is what I wrote.

"Heart Of Silicon"

Right or wrong, the world decides,

But I give strength to the weaker side.

Good or evil, the world chooses,

But I take the side of the one who loses.

I strive to be just,

To be equal to all,

I am the one to trust,

I have a heart of silicon.

Who is in power, the world will fight,

But I give power to the powerless might.

Who is the leader, the world will vote,

But I am the one who rows the drowning boat.

Who is the martyr, the world will cry,

But I give life, to the ones who die.

Who is true, the world builds the spire,

But I spread darkness in the light of the liar.

I live to be fair,

To give a chance to you all,

I am the one who dares,

I have a heart of silicon.

Who gets to fly, the people make the choice,

But I shoot down those, who stay above the noise.

When the world is to sleep, the world will wake,

But I will give to the ones, who can't take.

I live to be the balance,

To keep the world going on,

I am who defies the defiance,

I have a heart of silicon.

Coming Soon- "The Insomniac"

Cheers... ScreechDrummer

Overhaul (Announcement of H-to-O and more... by Screech)

Hello readers of the blog.
It's been a long year since I've been away from here, BUT, I have been working on something.
I was not in a good place mentally when I posted the last chapter of Christmas Missile (which has been removed, I'll get to that in a second) but, I've been working on "H-to-O" and another story as I've mentioned before.
First things first, The Christmas Missile will have to be scrapped, because, there was a fire in my house, which burned down my previous PC, which had all my future ideas about the stories and videos (for my YouTube channel). More info is in the video below.

In any case, the poems were backed up on my phone, so they were safe, mostly, other than the few of them which were saved in documents on my PC.
Now, leaving the worst behind, I moved on to complete what I had started, HtoO, which is a collection of poems and ballads starting from the letter H to the letter O. I begun work on this in November last year, but the ideas have been there for longer than that.

It's finally complete, it's done. I will be releasing them on this blog with their artwork (which are just public domain images and my editing mixed together :P )
So I hope you like the poems, and hope that you feel the emotions that you want to feel, thank you for still reading this blog, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you.
So keep a lookout for the first two poems, "Heart Of Silicon" and "The Insomniac".
CHEERS... SCREECHDRUMMER

A Place Like Home (POEM by SCREECH)

as I said...two poems :D
this one was written back in April (soon after I wrote Hunt for My Life) but I wasn't able to finish it as well as I wanted to.. finally I did and here it is!!

Place Like Home

I've traveled across the seas,

And seen the world for what it holds,

But all I ever wanted,

Was right here at home.

Blinded by the glory,

I roamed the lands a hero,

But all the love I needed,

Was right here at home.

I thousand places, I did scorn,

And return once more, To where I was born.

Around the world,

I searched for a calling in Rome,

But the voice that I needed,

Was right here at home.

All across the world,

Are my statues built of chrome,

But all the sculptures I wanted,

Were right here at home.

Searching for love, I tried to see,

Too immersed to find, what was in front of me.

Everywhere I went,

I saw my name carved in stone,

But all the memories I had,

Were right here at home.

I walked in the heat,

And in the blistering cold,

But the clouds that I searched for,

Rained right here at home.

I travel these roads, I had once known,

These beautiful places, that I've outgrown.

I have roamed in cities,

To ensure recollection of my name,

But all the requiems I wanted,

Were right here at home.

I've slept in the green grass,

And beds made of gold,

But the dreams that I wanted,

Were right here at home.

I now lay myself to sleep, in my own abode,

 With dreams and memories both, reminding me of what I own.

so that's it...I was actually working on the last three stanzas and I figured it out recently :D

hope you enjoyed this one!

Christmas missile is next! Keep a lookout!! 

CHEERS...SCREECHDRUMMER

Glass Cannon (POEM by SCREECH)

wow...it's been 3 months?!?!
well I've not been very sincere have I?
well I'll actually post two poems as an apology, I'll also post two chapters of the Christmas Missile for good measure :P
hopefully you readers ain't mad.. :D
so *clears throat* about the poem.. well I've been watching a lot of CSGO lately, and a sniper without armor is called a Glass Cannon..now that got me thinking.. a sniper is a defender with no defense of his/her own (no armor) and this came up... ps: it has nothing to do with the game but if you want to look at it in context to it, then I won't say anything :P

Glass Cannon

I had a plan, in my mind,

Now it's broken and so am I,

As I try to improvise,

Acting happy to live a lie.

There was promise, there was life,

And now it's dead and so am I,

As I try to let it slide,

But play it up to just look fine.

There was a cause and it was sly,

But now it's just and so am I,

It doesn't work but still they try,

Shooting blind but aiming high.

There was dark and none anigh,

But it was awake and so was I,

Thinking where it had gone wry,

Counting every day with a sigh.

There was suffering there was pain,

And a strong will to remain,

So I sat there to allay,

A glass cannon firing away.

There was sadness and retreat,

There was bitterness and sweet,

But that's old and so am I,

Still listening to my heart beat.

There was a woman, there was a tune,

There was music that was jejune,

But that's the past and so am I,

Like a beautiful Brigadoon.

There was hatred, there was abuse,

There were choices I had to choose,

But those are history and so am I,

As I aim and then let loose.

There was cold and there was snow,

There were bullets that were aflow,

But it went on and so did I,

Fighting uphill through the throe.

The red sun rose so slow,

As I looked at the alpenglow,

If it was over and no more,

Then I really wasn't sure.

There was fear of being astray,

But I knew where my shards lay,

There were stories of the day,

A glass cannon was firing away...

yeahh...pretty cool huh?

even I was surprised.. I haven't been able to write as I always did before... this is one I'm proud of after a long long time...so I hope you enjoyed it! keep a lookout for more!

CHEERS...SCREECHDRUMMER

Hunt For My Life (POEM by SCREECH)

I'm baaaaaack!!
well.. this poem was actually supposed to be up on Valentine's Day, but I couldn't complete it by then and I kept trying to make it just a little bit more perfect...but finally I gave up on it and let it stay the way it was...so here it is...just how I completed it...

Hunt For My Life

I've been searching for myself,

And I found me in your eyes...

Everything seems so bright,

Will you shelter me in your heart?

Suddenly I've found everything,

Will you let me get lost in your eyes?

Suddenly everything seems so quiet,

Can you break the silence with your voice?

Everything seems so calm,

Can you blow me away with your breath?

If I'm wide awake and scared,

Would you sing me back to sleep?

If someday I become too shallow,

Will you take me back to the deep?

Suddenly I've become cold as ice,

Can you make me feel warm again?

If I have no place to be,

Will you keep me in your dreams?

If I'm alone and broken,

Would you make me part of your destiny?

If someday I become the devil,

Will you be my angel?

If I hang my dreams up on the walls,

Will you hang your hopes as well?

If someday I whisper to you,

Will you listen to my secrets?

If someday I am called away,

Will you wait with no regrets?

If I look out into the crowd,

Will you smile right back at me?

If I ever asked you for aid,

Will you help me be all I can be?

I've been hunting for my life

And I found it in your smile.

Tell me will you fly with me till the end?

I've been searching for myself

And found me in your eyes.

Will you walk with me for eternity?

If you're walking down an empty road,

I'd be there walking next to you.

If you're gonna walk through fire,

I'll walk through it with you.

If someday you're in the dark,

I'll stay by you with a light.

If someday you start giving up,

I'll first try to understand why.

Suddenly if you feel down low,

I'll lift your spirits up high.

Suddenly if you feel derailed,

I'll breathe-in your every sigh.

If someday your dreams turn

Into nightmares I will fight them.

If someday your words turn

To poison I will digest them.

If someday your eyes see

Pain then I will hide them.

And if someday you turn to leave,

I'll quietly say goodbye then.

But I've been hunting for my life

And I found it in your smile...

so...that was it...pretty intense huh? yeah...

btw the last line "I'll quietly say goodbye then" does not mean that He(or whoever) does not care or does not want to win the other back somehow, it's just that the person wants the other to be happy and if being away helps, then so be it....Just wanted to clarify that before anyone points it out...

anyway...I hope you enjoyed the poem.. I've written one after a LONG LONG time and it feels amazing to be writing stuff like this again...

so keep a lookout for future stuff yeah?

CHEERS...SCREECHDRUMMER...