EDIT: This thread has all my poetry in it, I just was unaware at the time of posting that I only got one poetry thread and named it after the first poem instead of some name like "Marushi's Poems" or something. Why is it when I'm alone, I remember how alone I really am? I just don't understand. What is it about the stars that makes me feel like I'm alright when I'm inside this Universe Alive? Swallow me I can't breathe 'Till I find some peace of mind. The streetlamps go off one by one, down the street, all the light comes from the Cheshire Cat Moon. A shooting star tells me I'm oh-so-sweet, and the stormy clouds beckon me to join them soon. I'll wish upon the shooting star, and leave those clouds so far behind, then wake up where my troubles melt away. and I'll never come back down, You'll never find me where I am, This lovely dream is where I'll stay! Why is it when I'm alone, I remember how alone I really am? I just can't understand. What is it about the stars, that makes me feel like I'm alright when lost inside my Universe Alive, Swallow me I can breathe when I've found the Realm of Sound. Follow me I can see Now that I can truly fly...
This is an excellent piece and it portray's well your vision. I could actually imagine being surrounded by the field of stars and what kind of peace that must bring you. As far as grammar and spelling I didn't notice any mistakes. You should keep making poetry like this that expresses exactly how it is you feel inside. Like the Vincent Van Gogh who used his tortured life to create marvelous beautiful pieces of art. There's more to the old saying "It's what's inside that counts" than some may see.
lol, thanx. It's actually a song. I came up with it some time ago, but never wrote it down anywhere before now. I'd post the tune as well, but I can't read or write music, so this is all I got.
I Still Remember The rain that falls from the stormy skies matches the tears falling from my eyes. I pack my stuff and try to breathe as I glance at the clock and try to see the numbers through my blurry tears and think of you throughout the years. And I just have to say... Please make it through the night. We'll drive over five-hundred miles just to see your smiles when it all turns out right. And don't get me wrong, I know that your time has come, but before your last rest, I have one last request, please wait until I see right, and try to make it through the night. And I remember... Sitting on your lap when I was small, you'd hold me up in the air, but I never was scared, 'cause I knew you wouldn't let me fall, You'd sing me songs, and tell me stories. You'd make me smile 'cause you hated to see me frown, Good Ol' Charlie Brown! I remember when you first got sick, I was too young to understand what cancer meant for you, but at the time I knew, You still were there to hold my hand. Please, make it through the night. I promise we'll be there tomorrow in joy and in sorrow when it turns out all right. Now don't get me wrong, I know that you'll soon be gone, and though life without you will be hard to get through, You'll finally be with the Light, But first make it through the night. Please make it through the night, Just try to breathe through tonight.
Resolutions Today, I resolve to make something of myself. To take that which was given me, and to use it for the betterment of the world, myself, and others. To no longer hide behind my insecurities, but rather, to stand within my failures and to recognize them as such, to use them to my advantage, to learn to grow despite of them. Today, I resolve to become that which it is my destiny to become, to discover what it is about me that defines me as a person, and to expand upon that quality, until it becomes wholly me. To determine through experience, what I should leave behind, what dreams I should cast behind me as false. To find my place, through trial and error, making mistakes and learning from them, to little by little, change for the best. Today, I resolve to give you reason to say that which I have never heard you say; that you are proud of me. To rise above those names you assigned me, those unfortunate titles you labeled me with, eighteen years worth of put-downs and insults, I resolve to throw all that away in exchange for something greater. Today, I resolve to make you see how wrong you were, to make you realize that I am not incompotent, that I am not foolish, that I can indeed be something worth loving. Today, I resolve to change.
The House divided, the die is cast. No hope for tomorrow, you cling to the past. Take a last look around, before all is done. The price of your blindness: You can't see the sun. And yet, I find hope in this: That in this world of destitution and ignorance, there may still be a select few with understanding, willing to attempt change, even while knowing that none can occour. This is a fool's hope, and I... I am a fool.
'Twas the night before Halloween And all through the town, not a creature was stirring save one un-dead clown. The locks on the doors were all fastened with care in the hopes that this zombie-man would not stop there. The children were hiding all under their beds, while visions of monsters rampaged through their heads. And ma with her pitchfork and me with my torch, had settled to wait quietly by the porch. When out down the street there arose such a wailing I sprang from my post to see who was so ailing. Away down the alley the streetlamps went off and I heard the most heart-stopping spine-chilling laugh. The moon bright and full peeking out from the trees shone faintly on me as I steadied my knees. When, what to my wide open eyes should appear but a hideous form that inspired much fear. With a face like the Joker, but rotting and grey, I knew in that instant I must get away. More rapid than owls his voice then did come, And he moaned, and he groaned, and he sounded so glum! "Now running, now hiding, now crying and screaming! Oh, don't all these humans know just how unseemingly rude they can be to this poor un-dead clown! If I only had just one friend in this town!" As dry leaves rustled off and away bats did fly, I turned and I faced him, and saw in his eye the most horrible loneliness man ever knew, so I sighed and did what I just had to do. And then, bravely facing this unforseen trial, I held out my hand and I said with a smile: "Hello my name's George, and just who might you be?" And the old un-dead clown turned and looked at me. He was dressed all in rags, from his head to his toes, but while they were dirty, what colorful clothes! The kind that a circus clown wears every day, only these were quite ratty and faded away. His eyes- how they rolled! and his teeth, how decayed! His face was all moldy, his hand sharp as a blade. His droll little mouth was sewed up like a shawl, I don't know how he managed speaking at all. The stump of one arm hung limply at his side, And his breath smelled distinctly like dead fish and low tide. He had big clown shoes all covered with grime, and his hair was all greasy, like well-oiled slime. He was skinny and dreadful, an awful old thing, And he hobbled on over, Mr. Halloween! A roll of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know that I had much to dread. He spoke not a word, but came straight at me, and if faced with this monster, I'm sure you'd agree the bravest thing you can do is to shut your eyes, And giving up hope, wait for the surprise and pray it won't hurt, and you won't see it coming else you lose nerve and resort then to running. With a breath on my neck that made known he was near, he said "Trick-or-treat!" And then dissapeared.
Not yet Time This should not have happened. I know that everyone has their time, That no one lives forever. but why now? Why you? You were so young, so full of promise, you had your whole life ahead of you. I just can't understand... I can't wrap my head around this, I can't believe you're gone. I never really knew you that well, you were more my sister's friend than mine, but I knew you enough to care. You were so funny, you could turn anything into a joke. You had the power to make people laugh. You were the kind of guy who everybody liked, everybody considered you their best friend. Your laugh was so contagious, no one could listen to it and not laugh themselves. You had so much life! You really cared about people, I could see that right away. Taking care of your little nephew, playing his favorite games, you had a good heart, you really did care. I simply cannot accept that you're gone, I'm in shock. This should not have happened. I just can't understand how this came to be. I just can't... I wish I could cry, but the tears won't come. I feel so heartless, I'll never see you again, I'll never hear your laugh or see you smile, but I simply cannot cry. I'm just in shock. All I can think of is why?
Winter Frosts I don't know if I can go through this again, Not when I've gone through it so often before. After having it happen so many times, I don't know if I'll be able to handle another loss just yet. This season seems to have something against me it always it happens around the new year. Perhaps that's significant, perhaps that means something. All things must pass away, before they can be made new. The springtime cannot come without there first being a winter. Winter is a time when all good things must sleep. Wether it be only for a season, as when a bear hides himself away in a cave, or wether it be a more permanant sleep, as when a flower fades and dies, all good things must sleep through the winter, and give way to the cold of the ice. But for me to give up hope in the midst of this frost is foolish, for just as surely as the snows come, they also will melt. And the bear will stray out of his cave, and new flowers will spring up, and they are made fresh by the waters that seeped into the ground. Yes, winter is here, but spring will shortly follow. And so I have found hope, a reason to go on, even in the midst of my tears, I can stand, because I am waiting for the spring, and this bleak empty world becomes pale in comparison to the wonders of beauty and growth yet to come.
I just read "Not Yet Time". It was a very gripping poem, devoid of fancy imagery and therefore more stifling than most other poems I read. I'm sorry for your loss, if that still means anything at this point. I'll probably read your other pieces somewhere in the future. Keep writing!
This Deal's For You Let me shuffle the deck and deal out the cards, we're playing a round of your favorite game. I was thinking about you yesterday, about how long it's been since we played together. I never could beat you, so I practice to get stronger. I play against three computerized opponents, they aren't as good as you, but hey, they're good for practice. I shoot for the moon with every hand, no matter how bad a hand it is, so that the next time we play, I'll be able to beat you. But now, I find out that there will never be a next time. I find out that you have only hours left. My mind is filled with regrets, with wishes that I could have another chance. Everything I wanted to do, and didn't, fills my head. I never wrote you a letter. I know you didn't do emails, so I always intended to meet you where you were. I never made you a christmas card, even though you faithfully sent me one for every christmas and birthday. I never went on one of your walks with you, to see what you see. Even at your birthday party, I didn't ever really talk to you. I watched you open your presents, I ate the cake and ice cream, but there were so many people there, it was just easier for me to sit by and watch. You and I were both alone, surrounded by a crowd of people. They ignored you, and I could have gone over and talked, but I didn't. I always knew somewhere in my heart that you didn't have long, I mean, ninety years old is quite an accomplishment, but you've been the same as long as I've been alive, it just never really struck me how close your time was getting. I just didn't think, and now I can't go back. I remember the last time I saw you, coming home from a three mile walk. I never would have guessed then that I would never see you again. You were always so healthy, so strong, I thought for sure you would make it to one-hundred. We played one last game of Hearts before you left for home. Great-Grandpa? I'm playing a round of your favorite game. It's not the same without you here, but I'm never gonna give up. I can't beat you now, but I'll be sure to beat everybody else I face. This deal's for you. With it, I plan to shoot the moon.
