Saturday, July 04, 2009 06:06

My Dream Last Night

June 24th, 2009
The boy stood in a puddle of blood and water. There was no way to tell how much of it was the boy’s own and how much was just the rain water which ran dripping down from off his soaked body from the dark, stormy clouds above. There was something odd about the human, like he was a four year old adult. Grown already, yet trapped in an unwanted, unneeded body. The boy stared straight ahead, through black, souless eyes which masked mysteries unknown to most.
Slowly, he raised his right arm up and pointed a curved, bleeding finger straight ahead. His head cocked slowly to the right, his dark eyes following the invisible line his outstreched finger created and he whispered, “That way.”

Caged

June 15th, 2009
You cannot escape it,
You cannot be free
No matter how hard you try
You only can flee
 
You never can win
You never will make it
Sucess’s an illusion
You can’t even take it
 
The power to live
Is as fleeting as joy
The freedom of choice
Is just a decoy
 
Every choice that you make
You couldn’t have changed
Every life that you take
Never could be exchanged
 
Though you wish you were free
Inside you do know
That you’ll always be trapped
In this life here below

The Unknown

June 2nd, 2009

Gathering mist and gathering night
Darkening clouds and darkening light
What lies hidden in the distance
Darkened by unknown resistance

War is coming, that I know
Where to find it, isn’t though
Battle cries are near at hand
Soon we all will make a stand

We cannot see what is not written
We cannot slay what is not smitten
Make no plans, you cannot feel
What is lies and what is real

War is coming, that I know
I fear it comes far too slow
Choices are made with knowledge naught
People killed, without a thought

Gathering mist and gathering night
Darkening clouds and darkening light
What lies hidden in the distance
Darkened by unknown resistance

I do not know what happens next
My future holds what my past reflects

Tombstone

June 1st, 2009

My apologizes for no posts for two months.

End of the year school is bad, and I was away in England.

I’m back now though, with a light school load and hopefully a lot of writing in my summer!

Here’s a poem I wrote on the plane ride back from London:

Forgotten marker of a life,

Worn with age, marked with strife,

What tale lies hidden underneath?

Who’s love was shown here by this wreath?

70 years of living, here,

Are preserved now like a mirror,

In which we gaze into your past

And find out when you breathed your last

Your whole life summed up in three letters,

“Here in lies,” the words like fetters

Bind your tale, trap your being

I can only guess now, what you’ve seen.

Forgotten marker of a life,

worn with age, marked with strife,

What tale lies hidden underneath?

What body trapped here, in this sheath?

Condemned

April 30th, 2009

The flickering light

Which betrays my trust

It darkens the room

It seems unjust

The candle that burns
With the wax that keeps dripping
Signals the end
Of my life, which is slipping

The guard keeps on waiting
Right outside my cell
Regarding the candle
Like the toll from a bell

At the last beam of light
He’ll march through the door
And lead me away
I’ll come back no more

So I sit here in silence
The end is so near
The light keeps on dimming
The time’s almost here

The darkness condemns me

No more will I tread

Past trees, streams or rivers

They’re cutting my thread

This darkened room fills me with doubt

And suddenly the light goes out

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I like the basic idea but man it’s put together really oddly . . . that’s what you get for writing poetry during classes.

I might try to redo this when I have some spare time.

Dragon-wake

April 29th, 2009

A hasty poem scrabbled together during some standardized testing. It’s for a class I have. Let’s hope I get above a C for it.

Shining scales of golden hue


Sparkling like the morning dew


Claws that rake and rip and tear


They can uncover any lair


Beating wings with rhythm fly


Their flying drowns out any cry


Smoke which billows from your nose


Steamy clouds that slowly blows


Bright light flames leap from your tongue


Flickering fires have always sprung


Your beady eyes shine bright with greed


Your endless desire, they wish to feed

Slow flow

April 27th, 2009

Not many, if any, poems will be posted this week as I’m at projects aprox. 12 hours a day this week and have all my other free time devoted to school (uck!) but hopefully the next few poems will be good.

I have some new ideas and, of course, Hunter has some progress to do. ;)

Unintentional

April 24th, 2009
the red that stains my hands like ink
will scar my heart forever
the red that pools down on the floor
was caused by my endeavor

I didn’t mean for it to end
the way I know it did
I didn’t mean for this to be
Oh would my God forbid

You weren’t suppose to be here
I wasn’t mad at you
But then you saw my hidden gun
And then at me you flew

You should have stopped and asked me
You should have calmly walked
For when you ran across the room
I didn’t even balk

And now I stand, too stunned for words
Too shocked to run away
The sirens sounding at the door
Howl like a dog’s loud bay

I’m standing in my prison cell
I’ll never stand outside
These bars, through whom, I’ll glimpse a life
I’ll never more reside

the red that stains my hands like ink
will scar my heart forever
the red that pools down on the floor
was caused by my endeavor

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opinions more than welcome. I showed this poem to two people before posting.
one said it was the creepiest thing they had ever read and the other said it was amazing.
please note that as usual, this is not a personal experience poem.
I would probably shoot myself by mistake if I tried to fire a gun.
the point of this poem was to try to show the whole “haste makes waste” point.
acting an anger never works.
comment at your pleasure
:)

Mirror, Mirror

April 23rd, 2009
I saw myself look through the glass
And felt my fingers touch
The contact felt as cold as ice
My heart, I wished, to clutch
 
Reflection staring back at me
With eyes that tell no lies
Are you who you’re meant to be?
Or are you in disguise?
 
My eyes looked deep into my own
The truth they saw in there
It hit so hard, I hid my face
And prayed a silent prayer
 
Reflection staring back at me
With eyes that tell no lies
Are you who you’re meant to be?
Or are you in disguise?
 
I stared now at my sunken cheeks
And at my waning smile
I was a prisoner in a court
Standing at my trial
 
Reflection staring back at me
Tell me now, what do you see?

Undivided

April 22nd, 2009

 

You walk across the crowded room

As if you’re all alone

You stand out in the pouring rain

And all your beauty’s shown

 

Your stunning smile never fails

To skip my heart a beat

Your bubbling laughter always makes

My face burn fast with heat

 

I can’t resisit your charming grace

Or not stare at your eyes

I’ll spend my life beside your side

Until one of us dies