Until (a poem)

Until

Written December 28th, 2011

The candle burns until the wick is gone

A pen writes until it’s out of ink

The moon floats until the first light of dawn

A ship sails the ocean until its sinks

The stars sparkle until they explode

A man is rich until he’s spent his gold

The message remains a secret until one breaks the code

A child doesn’t know until he’s told

Beneath the Fairy Lights (a poem)

Beneath the Fairy Lights

Written December 20th, 2011

The soft fairy lights

Make the midnight room glow

Like the love of a heart

Or an infant’s smile

The wall is sprinkled with rainbow reflections

And the shadows of the dim room

Hold no malice

Wrapped in the comforting season,

A child lies in soft slumber

The glittering colors

Alighted softly on his cheek

As if brought by the soft sigh

Of a passing breeze

His eyelids flutter with dreams

A Shooting Star (a poem)

A Shooting Star

Written November 8th, 2011

You breathed life into my lungs

Took my hand and lifted me from the ashes

You dripped sweet poison into my veins

And burnt me down into nothing

You gave me everything I hoped for

I finally had something to believe in

Now you’re just a whisper on a passing wind

And I don’t know you anymore

You sparked fire in my soul

Saved me from a desolate past

You drowned me in freezing water

And demolished my future

The Love of a Friend (a poem)

The Love of a Friend

Written November 4th, 2011

In the times where life takes the guise

Of an endless hell

When I’ve reached my wit’s end

And my frustration continues to swell

In those moments when I’m beyond stressed

I can still smile and carry on

And say that I’m truly blessed

Oblivion (a poem)

Oblivion

Written October 30th, 2011

The music fills the air around me

I can see the beat pulsing free

The particles vibrating

Dancing, quaking, shaking in time

Pupils dilate

Fingers tap, feet thump

The sound waves flood my ears

And smash through my drums

Fill my head and embrace my brain

The rhythm singes the synapses

And sets fire to my burning neurons

I shiver as electric currents

Sizzle down my spine

We Won't Give Up (a poem)

We Won't Give Up

Written October 26th, 2011

The forest glows with color

Filling our eyes with vibrant yellows

The air around us full of cascading leaves

Our laughter rises with the soft earth aromas

A sweet misty rain falls upon us

Racing through the trees

We burst into our awaiting refuge

Before we turn blue and freeze

The house creaks beneath our feet

Our delighted chatter echoes down the halls

The smell of old books fills the rooms

Paintings of summer cover the walls

A friendly warmth spreads and glows

Encompassing our hearts

And chasing the frost from the windows

Late at night on the porch

A chill wind flies

And the lake kisses the shore

Whispering of love and hope

The trees sigh softly as the sleep

Swaying contentedly in their dreams

The moon climbs higher

On the lake surface her lovely face gleams

Midnight Rain (a poem)

Midnight Rain

Written October 14th, 2011

Sweet velvet rain
Pattering on my roof
Sing me softly to sleep

The gentle whispers
Reach my ears
As you travel in swirling rivulets
Across the shingles
Of this midnight house

A Lucky Burden (a short story)

 A Lucky Burden

Written October 12th, 2011

Farmer Joseph made his rounds in the early morning as he always did, delivering to all his animals their breakfasts. First the cows, then the horses, followed by the sheep, chickens, and ending with the pigs.

            As he poured the slop into the pig trough, he watched one swine in particular trot over. It grunted as it walked and snuffed at the smell of food in the air with his slimy, whiskery nose. This certain pig could be identified by his front right hoof, which was pearly white, unlike the remaining three black hooves. Although Joseph called that pig many names, mostly cuss words, its official moniker was Runt. He had been a runt at one point, but now he was two years old and the fattest pig Joseph owned.

            Runt had been the sixteenth piglet of Old Maizy’s sixteenth litter; her last litter. She had died a few hours after giving birth, her seasoned heart unable to withstand the stress. Joseph had been quite fond of Old Maizy, and although he knew it to be irrational, he blamed Runt for her demise.

The Ice Tyrant (a poem)

The Ice Tyrant

Written October 5th, 2011

The mighty trees burst into flames
Their last stand as forest warriors
Against the sweeping shadows cast by the Ice Queen
Leaves of ember rain upon the ground
And a vibrant wildfire spreads abound
Across the rolling, tumbling hills
Reaching the distant glowing horizon
The warriors crash like a firework meteor
Lighting up the world before descending into brown

Montville Falls (review, rating)

Montville Falls

Moravia, NY

Hiked: September 25th, 2011

Reviewed: October 2nd, 2011

Interaction: 5 stars

Scenery: 4 stars

Diversity: 2 stars

Accessability: 2 stars

Size: small

Overall: 4 stars

This is an exhilarating, interactive hike that is about ninetry percent creek-walking with no defined trail. However, it is ranked as a difficult hike, and rightfully so. The hiker accesses Mill Creek through on of two cemetaries. We reached it via Section 9 of Indian Mound Cemetary, and began our descent near a large tombstone labeled C.A. Parker.

 Indian Mound Cemetary entrance

Seasonal Spirit (a poem)

Seasonal Spirit

Written October 1st, 2011

The cold surrounds a small house

Moving in with surprising, silent speed

Fingers of frost reach across the window pane

A warm orange glow radiates from the other side

A family gathered around a friendly hearth

Holding back the cold and keeping it tame

With mugs of steaming cocoa at their side

And loaves of toasty pumpkin bread

Fresh from the stove; they keep good mirth

The children huddle on the floor of blankets

Proud parents on the couch holding each other

Looking on with a quiet smile

The cat perches on a shoulder

And the large dog squeezes into a lap

As they smile and laugh they seem not to notice

That outside it only gets colder

Waiting on the Shore (a poem)

Waiting on the Shore

Written October 1st, 2011

Icy September water

Sighs softly as it kisses the shore

Pitch black from the touch

Of a tense, starless night

The water swirls, rolling, undulating,

Lapping at my feet

A breeze rushes by

Lifting and tossing my hair

So it can touch my neck;

Soft, exposed, and vulnerable

Leaving a sinister whisper in my ears

A secret I can’t quite decipher

Little Brother (a poem, a dedication)

Little Brother

Written September 18th, 2011

Little brother

Chase me around the house

Jump and tackle

Trying to take me down

Push my homework

Out of your way

Scatter papers across the floor

Unplug my game

Right when I was about to win

Then stand there and look at me

With that lopsided grin

Fade Away (a poem)

Fade Away

Written September 24th, 2011

Summer fades away

Carried off by a sweeping breeze

That sparks a tingling on my skin

And stirs a strange sensation within

The world's bright menagerie of colors

Age and descend into shades of umber

The morning air nips and the forest falls silent

As though everything is easing into slumber

I stand here and watch it all

With a weary sigh

Crumble to ash and fall

I can see the time passing by

Frozen Mornings (a poem)

Frozen Mornings

Written September 18th, 2011

The house retains a serpentine chill

That slithers down into the bones

It seeps out from the stone walls

And up through the icy wooden floors

That sting defenseless bare feet

We emerge from our sleep weary and worn

As though we never slept at all

Our knuckles swollen and slow

Inflated from the serpentine cold

We hide away beneath warm blankets

And pretend we never woke

Stained (a poem)

Stained

Written July 18th, 2011

A familiar pair of eyes

Stare out at me from the computer screen

An image from the life you’re living

This very moment, somewhere, without me

And there’s this sinking feeling

Way down deep in my innermost core

I can’t look away from your face

While I remember the loss of something that could have been more

I can’t help but wonder if you think of me

If you reminisce and miss what we had

On the cold and rainy days

The days I used to keep you warm

Cycles of Change (a poem)

Cycles of Change

Written September 17th, 2011

We continue to spin around this star

Time rolls on

And makes us who we are

There’s this chill settling in the air

Reaching in to embrace my bones

And a whimsical breeze tosses my hair

As it whispers cold sinister secrets

There are crows dancing in our streets

And the ones who regret their lives

Look on with wide eyes of fear

They aren’t ready to die, not now, not here

There are crystals in my lungs

As I inhale the glass in the air

A layer of frost prickles my tongue

Everything is changing again

Dark Boy (a poem)

Dark Boy

Written September 14th, 2011

Dark boy

Lurking in the shadows

With glowing mischief eyes

Creeping up on me

Dark boy

You speak with a voice

Inviting and deep

That fills my bones

Dark boy

You smile like an imp

Lopsided and alluring

That pulls my gravity

Dark boy

You laugh with fire

Crackling with warm temptation

That glows on my skin

Late Night Muse (a poem)

Late Night Muse

Written September 11th, 2011

I watch them

I see them all

Lonely, heartbroken, and defeated

It’s in their posture

As they walk down the hall

I’ve been there

Felt it all

I’ve been in that fall

They ask me

How do I do it?

How do I smile,

How do I keep going?

They say

It isn’t worth it

Not at all

It just ends up in tears

They always fall

The Flipside (a poem)

The Flipside

Written August 25th, 2011

There’s pictures on the wall

Of my adventures far away

The maps and photos, tickets and brochures

Receipts printed in French and letters from home

It’s hard to look at it all

Without catching my breath as I remember that day

See that postcard off to the side

Along and out of the way?

Greetings from Munich

A sunset glowing behind a silhouetted city

Flip it over, there’s a message, I tried and I tried

To send it to you; but it remains here to this day

Windows and Doors (a poem)

Windows and Doors

Written August 24th, 2011

As time passes by

A pool of reflections

Swells behind my eyes

The shimmering lights on the water

They are only windows of the past

And hard as I may try

I can never change them to doors

Tempest Storm (a poem)

Tempest Storm

Written August 14th, 2011

Thunder roaring in the sky
Lightning flashes blinding bright
Rain falling till it starts to flood
Take me, seize me, fly me high
Away from this life into the windblown night
Tempest storm I feel you running in my blood

---

Just a quick little poem inspired by the storm today :)

Goodnight (a poem)

Goodnight

Written August 10th, 2011

I wish you didn’t have to go

But your eyes are heavy

And you’ve had a long day, I know

Goodnight to you, fallen angel

Know that as your eyes close

The sun sets on my world

And I will grow impatient for tomorrow to unfurl

(Raise Your Voice) Bat in the Window (a poem)

Raise Your Voice

Bat in the Window

Written August 6th, 2011

Frantic flitter flutter

Bang crash on the glass

Scared and hungry, breath stutters

The exhaustion is utter

Strange faces in the window

Big frightening loud

Oh! Wow! Ew!

Safe on the other side

From this hideous spectacle

She didn’t mean to get stuck in here

Her fuel is fading fast

The food she needs on the flipside of the glass

Not one life on the line but two

A tiny helpless infant waits at home

For a meal it can’t get on its own

Oh, a bat! A bat!

Do you want to see a bat?

Ew, would you look at that!

A bat!

Magic and Mystery (a poem)

Magic and Mystery

Written August 1st, 2011

Your compelling eyes; a strange marine color

Flirt with my skin

Settling on my neck, my lips, my eyes,

And then start again

Without a single drop of wine

I'm drunk, it seems

Blissfully happy, lacking complete thought

The world and its problems;

They don't matter so much today

When you and I occupy the same space

It all just fades away...

You must be a wizard

A strange inhuman being

For your fingers are charged with fire

Leaving behind a pleasant burning

Wherever they go

You're something otherworldly

A unique and shimmering soul; this I know

Vivid Memories (a poem)

Vivid Memories

Written July 30th, 2011

I still remember your smile

Fresh as yesterday

On the face that made my days worthwhile

I recall how your eyes would dance

Whenever you looked at me

You were my risk, my one-shot chance

Still memorized; the contours of your face

So real and vivid, right before me

The feel of your sweet, safe embrace

The warm smooth texture of your skin

Remains; a phantom on my fingertips

I gave you all my secrets deep within

(Raise Your Voice) Me Being Me (a poem)

Raise Your Voice

Me Being Me

Written July 12th, 2011



There’s a little car racing along

Bright paint sparkling in the sun

And a girl leaning out the passenger window

Tapping a beat on the door to a lively song

Her long hair flies back in the wind

And she has a smile

Big enough for the whole world

Enjoying something simple for a while

The people in town watch her go

And smile quietly to themselves

Remembering the infectious grin

That helped ease a deep sorrow

(Dear Marius) Show You How I Play (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Show You How I Play

Written July 10th

Come, I want to show you

I follow, we sit

A smile on your lips

Eyes full of light

I see your passion

Before you even start to play

Come, I want to show you

To me you say

A deep breath,

And your fingers set free

The first notes, begging for life

Starting soft, your fingers dance

I am a bystander

Of this musical romance

And I can’t avert my stare

Your fingers, they fly

With such love, skill, and care

Refuge of Night (a poem)

Refuge of Night

Written July 10th, 2011

There are no stars tonight

To help me see

They’ve left me on my own

To face this inner plight

Lost, I lay in the grass

Enjoying my quiet solitude

Tomorrow I’ll be hit with cold water

It seems I’m growing up too fast

A lonely lamppost’s light sent

To my figure, drawing a long shadow

I see my sins hiding in its black void

But life’s too short to worry about repent

(Dear Marius) You'll Never Know (poem by Juliette Labelle)

I want to make it absolutely clear that this is not my writing. All credit and rights go to Juliette Labelle, 100% Juliette read my work on Booksie, and was inspired to write her own piece for Michael. It is a beautiful piece and I would like to officially commend it into my Dear Marius collection.
I think it goes to say how truly special Mikey is when absolute strangers are writing pieces for him.

Here is her introduction:
I write this in honor of Micheal Hall. I never knew him, but any time a beautiful soul is taken, even strangers miss them. Ousma [Faith], I do so hope you like this. I tried to write it from your perspective. I feel like it's not as good as my usual stuff but I've no experience dealing with death.

Without further ado:

Dear Marius

You'll Never Know

By Juliette Labelle 

Music Hallway

Music Hallway

Written June 6th, 2011

The soft smell of old must

Hinted in the air

An aged and well-loved carpet

Tread on by generations of shoes

A troop of elderly pianos

With chipped keys from extensive use

A din of music resonates

Echoing lightly on the walls

Here, here we camp

Soaking it all in

The years of bygone memories

The traces of personalities past

Fragments of talent, left behind

Drifting in the air,

Clinging to the walls,

Sleeping in the shadows;

You just have to look with your heart

We rest here, absorbing

An escape from the fast-paced world

A time to rest, heal, and create

A second home to wandering young souls

Just trying to find a place

This is the Music Hallway.

---

A tribute to the music hallway at my high school, where so many teenagers, including me, just love to be. It's like a light to moths.... And this is where, I'm sure, Mikey's spirit wanders on occasion.  



(Dear Marius) My Little Morning Bird (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

My Little Morning Bird

Written July 5th, 2011



My little morning bird

You always have a song to sing

Your voice and love of the day

A smile to my face will bring

My little morning bird

Always waiting for me

When I’m tired and stressed

The tunes you sing livelier than my coffee

My little morning bird

So happy and ecstatic beneath the sun

You have too much love in one heart

Your friendship brings confidence before my day has hardly begun

Missing You (a poem)

Missing You

Written June 5th, 2011

I press my face to the pillow

And with a soft weary sigh

Allow the blankets to embrace me

Slowly, I let the day go

To be absorbed by my loving mattress

Freed from limiting concentration

And the confines of stress

My mind wanders where it likes

Since I’m quite fond of you

It tends to meander your way

In the dark of night

My thoughts screaming into

Silence

I think of you,

And I long for you.

Tinker Falls (review, rating)

Tinker Falls

Tully, NY

Hiked: June 18th, 2011

Reviewed: June 30th, 2011

Interaction: 5 stars

Scenery: 5 stars

Diversity: 2 stars

Accessability: 2 stars

Size: Small

Overall: 4 stars

Being younger and perhaps a little more adventurous, I personally loved Tinker Falls, and I really can't wait to go back.

Tinker includes a short, ten minute trail leading up to Tinker Falls; an elegant cascade that you can walk behind, and if you're careful, you can even touch it. However, there is a moderate climb involved to reach it that I would not usggest to the elderly, young children, or the handicapped. You can also continute to climb to reach the top of the falls for a splendid view, a fantastic picnic spot, and to access more trails. Again, I stress that these climbs are not reccommended for the people I mentioned. This is why I rated it with a low accessability; for those who are incapable of the climbs, your visit to Tinker will likely be short and disappointing.

The trail leading up the falls

 The creek along the trail

 At the base of the falls

 The climb up to the falls

 Tinker Falls

It looks small here, I guess it is much bigger in the spring than in the summer. However if it's a lot bigger in the spring, I don't know how safe it would be to get close to it at that time.

Midnight Mango (a poem)

Midnight Mango

Written June 30th, 2011

There is a fruit, waiting in the fridge

An international treat

That I’m particularly fond

It will call me at midnight to eat

Quite a nuisance to peel and carve

But I smile as I set it on the board

It’s a task I’ve come to enjoy

For at the end is the sweetest reward

Steel Darkness (a poem)

Steel Darkness

Written June 29th, 2011

There’s a ’55 Ford Thunderbird

That follows me wherever I go

It’s old and rusty, but it runs like new

And it’s much closer than it was a few years ago

My persistent shadow, hovering nearby

It’s been there as long as I can remember

Trailing behind as I mow the lawn

Idling quietly while I rake leaves in September

Sometimes it snarls with a loud engine rev

And I jump out of my skin

It regards me with bright, stoic headlights

And I sense a tainted, evil soul within

Wolf Moon (a poem)

Wolf Moon

Written June 28th, 2011

Your children stay up late

Beneath the covers; wide-eyed they shiver and quake

Envisioning the stories told

Horrors about me; folklore of old

The full moon flies in the night sky

If they're just myths, why do you lock your door, why?

There's a drawer where you keep silver and holy water

Afraid I'll come snatch your son? Your daughter?

No Shirt/Long Lovin (lyrics, a poem, a re-make)

No Shirt/ Long Lovin

Re-Make of Cake's song:

Short Skirt/ Long Jacket

Written June 28th, 2011

I want a guy with a heart like a lion

I want a guy who knows what I love

I want a guy with style that shows

And eyes that sizzle from above

I want a guy with the right intentions

Who's funny and attentive

And hot as a sun

He's playing with my heartrate

He's messing with my hair

He's touring my body

And he's only just begun

I want a guy with no shirt and a looooong smile

Letchworth State Park (review, rating)

Letchworth State Park

Castile, NY

Hiked: June 27th, 2011

Reviewed: June 27th, 2011

Scenery: 5 stars

Diversity: 5 stars

Interaction: 3 stars

Accessability: 4 stars

Overall: 5 stars

Size: Large

Letchworth is an incredibly large park with its own extensive road system. The park contains 14,350 acres of land along the Genesee River.

A visitor to the park can get more than enough scenery viewing just by driving through the park. The roads run along the edge of the cliff through the park, and there are frequent pull overs along the way where you can stop and check out the view. Most are equipped with binoculars (25 cents) and picnic areas that include charcoal grills.

Broken (a short story)

Broken

written June 24th, 2011

Mason, it’s so beautiful out here, I texted a message along with the picture I had taken. Wish you were here.

I hit the send button, and then tucked my phone away in my pocket. I stood at the edge of the cliff, following the sweeping land slide with my eyes down to the roaring river at the bottom. It was spring, and the water level was higher than usual, dark and muddy, full of winter debris.

And it was here in this serene place tucked away in the woods, high up on the cliff looking over the whole world (it seemed), that I was at peace.

It was here that I could think, and think in my voice only. With no other influences or voices to distract me or deter me. It was just me, pure and simple.

And I guess that’s why I wanted Mason here. I knew he would appreciate this moment, this philosophical peace, just as much as me.  I could picture him next to me, leaned back on his elbows, looking up at the sky with those bright blue eyes so full of hidden intelligence. He would have a hint of a smile on his lips as he peered at life in its raw form. He loves moments like that, just like me, where things just click and you realize something new about life.  A new philosophy.

We would sit in silence for a while, him and I. Then we would start talking, and we wouldn’t be able to stop. If we had the time to talk about everything we wanted to with each other, we would talk until the day we died. I’m certain of it.

My phone chirped, and I opened up Mason’s response.

Looks awesome. I wish I was there. You always text me awesome things right when I need it, Ava.

I frowned at the last part, and quickly sent a reply:

Why, what’s wrong?

Just…shit at home. Mom.

‘Mom’. That one word explained it all to me. The two of them are always butting heads.

Call me tonight and tell me about it?

I smiled at the reply that came a few moments later.

Was already planning on it :]

I stuffed my phone in my pocket, looking down at my feet, hanging over the cliff edge, swinging back and forth to an unknown beat.

Casting a final glance over the tree tops of the expansive forest, I began the long descent down to the river, a descent I had made many times. I shimmied my way quickly down the sloped cliff-face, my feet and hands knowing where all the holds were from endless repetition of this process.

(Dear Marius) So Far Away (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

So Far Away

Written on June 23rd, 2011

Two months after the death of Michael J. Hall

On April 23rd, 2011

The lips sing

Releasing the pain

The guitar notes sting

Harsh and lovely, against the grain

The fingers fly

Dancing on those keys

Trumpet call fills the sky

Sharp and noble, this musical plea

Playing these songs

Gives me some closure

On repeat

Over and over

You’re never coming home

But I know

It’s not over

And I’m not alone

The Light in the Fog (a poem)

The Light in the Fog

Written June 20th, 2011

I can see you there

Shimmering somewhere in the shifting abyss

Inviting me with little hands

Materializing, then with a twirl disappearing

Leaving my heart warm

And my cheeks full with a smile

I hang on to this flickering daydream

Like the sunshine dancing on the ocean waves

Discussion with my Father (discussion, thoughts)

June 15th, 2011

Posted June 17th, 2011

The other day, my father and I were talking about politics, people, and philosophy, as we often do. During the conversation, I brought up how much money frustrates me and how it has to be the backbone to everything in society. All anyone seems to ever worry about is money, rather than the simple, beautiful things in life.

My Best Friend (a poem, a dedication)

My Best Friend

Written June 16th, 2011

My best friend

I know you well

Every fall and every swell

Missing you when I'm all alone

And not quite sure if I can make it on my own

My best friend

Always there when I need you most

There are no boundaries, from coast to coast

On the rainy days, when I'm down and blue

All I need is to think of you

My best friend

With your long loveable hair

The way your smile fills the air

We stay up and talk until late

Usually we agree, sometimes we debate

My best friend

You are my long lost twin

We're made up of the same stuff within

When something happens, you're the first I want to inform

You always receive it well, never with scorn

My best friend

You're going to exotic places

Going to accomplish and see many faces

Don't forget me while you're conquering the world

I'll always be rooting you on as your greatness unfurls

My brother,

My hero,

My best friend.

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A poem for my best pal :) If you read 'Ice Cold', the character Mason represents the same person as the subject of this poem. Thank you, for always being there for me and being like the brother I never had.

Texting Conversation with a Friend (discussion, thoughts)

June 15th, 2011

My friend and I were having a discussion about homosexuality after he said he didn't agree with it, mostly due to, it seemed, his religious beliefs. I do not intend to exploit him or make him look bad by posting about this, I simply wanted to share it. My friend does not, as he said, have a problem with gays and lesbians themselves, as people, but the choice they made. I discussed with him how we think homosexuality comes about; whether it's natural, influenced, or a choice. I think that, depending on the situation, it could be natural or a choice. My friend doesn't think it can be natural. His stance was it is a choice, or if it appears to start from a young age then it was mostly likely influenced by something in the child's life. I think influence can definitely play a huge role, but I believe that there is something in the brain or genetics that can make these influences more, well influential to these certain people than to others. I'm sure there will be lots of scientific studies about this in the future, and I know there are some now even, and I'm anxious to see the results. We also discussed why it was that homosexuality is wrong, based on his beliefs. I would like to share a specific part of the conversation we had. Please feel free to comment on it and leave your thoughts on the subject.

(Raise Your Voice) Light Up Mommy (a poem)

Raise Your Voice

Light Up Mommy

Written June 12th, 2011

*chk* *chk*

Firelight flicker

Malicious embers glow

Burning up the poison

A serpentine tongue of smoke

Rising from your pale deprived lips

Slithering between your dying teeth

Coating your sickly yellow tongue

And torturing your withered lungs

(Raise Your Voice) Amy and Morgan (a poem)

Raise Your Voice

Amy and Morgan

Written June 11th, 2011

Everyone wants to know Amy,

Generous and sweet as can be

Wise for her age and a bright future ahead

Giving up her time to help others instead

She's the one to go to when you're feelin down

She always knows just what to say to turn that frown

But Amy doesn't see herself that way

Up late cryin after what happened today

Walking behind girls down the hall

She heard something not meant for her ears at all

"Amy is so damn fat,

Never seen anyone with rolls like that!"

(Dear Marius) Evanescence (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Evanescence

Written May 31st, 2011

A fedora

On the desk

You worked on

The chair

That once held you

Now holds empty air

The shirts

Your loved ones wear

With your name

Your own army

But you’re not here

To command it.

A piano

Standing alone

At the end of the hall

Dust falls on the keys

A coat of proof

Of your absence

Thick silence in the air

The music has become evanescent.

You’re everywhere

In these objects

But they’re just objects.

Not you

You’re nowhere. 



Anymore (a poem)

Anymore

Written May 31st, 2011

You sneak up on my mind

Like a salesman on a house

You get your foot I the door

And then I can’t push you out

Memories of laughs and smiles

Sweet things in my ears

But you had a mask on all the while

As you claimed me more and more

I love with all I’ve got

You knew this, you abused this

Lifted me high then left me to rot

But now I’m stronger than ever

(Raise Your Voice) The Simple Fact (a poem)

Raise Your Voice

The Simple Fact

Written May 29th, 2011

Here is the wolf

Treveling at a steady pace

On silent lithe paws

Tireless miles to go today

Across the plains

And beneath the shadows of pines

She will cover great distance

Then go all the way back

She has hungry mouths to feed

Uknown to the untrained eye

A huntress of deadly beauty

A thick coat of silken fur

Fateful teeth and a soothing tongue

Contained in one powerful jaw

Hear her sing at night

Her voice so stunning and inviting

Even the moon stops to listen

And she sets the stars to dance

Wiccan Alphabet (thoughts, philosophy)

Wiccan Alphabet

Written February 5th, 2010

A nswers can always be found by looking within you
B e the best person that you can be
C reativity is part of who you are, don't be afraid to use it
D iety is what you percieve it to be, not what a book percieves it to be
E nthusiasm is key to believing
F riends are sacred, treat them as such
G reatness can only be achieved with determination and inspiration
H elp others, for someday you might be the one in a tight spot
I gnorance of others will only earn you enemies
J ourney of finding yourself and learning- the definition of religion
K arma never takes a break
L earning is encouraged
M agic is for pure intentions
N ature nourishes the soul, return the favor
O pen your mind to the people and world around you
P ride in who you are is honored and admired
Q uestion always, then you will find meaning
R espect others for who they are
S peak out, silence will get you no where
T rust in the god and goddess to guide you
U nderstand others, and they will strive to understand you
V ictory is great, but the lessons you learn from it are far more valuable
W ithstand negative judgement of others, you know who you are and that's all that matters
X pand your knowledge every chance you get
Z eal in your practice is a sign that you have found the right set of beliefs for you

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An old post I found on my Paganspace blog. I thought I'd repost it and share some insight into my relgion :)

(Raise Your Voice) Weapons v.s. Souls (a poem)

Raise Your Voice

Weapons vs. Souls

Started on May 19th, 2011

Finished on May 25th, 2011

You cover your wrongs so the world won’t see

You murder our freedoms, our humanity

Shove a gun down our throats when we try to speak

Block us from the information we seek

The ones who see through your mask disappear

Cutting short opposition by instilling fear

 

Send your pawns to take us out

We’ll face your bullets, unarmed, still we shout

Shoot us down till we’re piled high in the street

Till crimson blood pools around your feet

We died for a cause, died for the future, true and brave

While you hide behind walls, trying to outrun the grave

Raise Your Voice (a collection, informational message)

Hey all of my lovely readers!
I am starting to get back into the swing of writing again, and I have decided to start a social commentary poetry collection called Raise Your Voice. For those of you who don't know what it is, Social Commentary is a where someone makes a point or expresses an opinion based on a social problem or idea. It could be pro or con to the idea. Usually, Social Commentary is used to put down a certain idea and try to end it. I was inspired to do this by an art project we started in school. For my project I am doing my commentary on school bullying.
There is a lot I feel strongly about in the world today and in the past, and there are lots of things I hope to see change to in the future. So i decided to take it beyond just my one project at school. All the poems in the Raise Your Voice collection will be about things I see wrong in the world and that bothers me.

(Dear Marius) Were You Real? (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Were You Real?

Written May 28th, 2011

Pictures everywhere

Of a familiar face

A friendly green stare

And a smile like no other

In this world, anywhere

 

And yet these photos

Are just paper

Not living flesh

These photos

Hold the memories

Not the presence

Crippled (a poem)

Crippled

Written May 27th, 2011

Scared and alone here

Surrounded by white

And blinding fluorescent light

Close my eyes against the rising fear

I don’t want to believe it’s true

I can’t see the future anymore

My dreams are dead, my hope buried beneath the floor

Where my leg should be; just hospital sheets colored baby blue

Just Kiss Me (a poem)

Just Kiss Me

Written May 5th, 2011

Your face prevails in my mind

And my skin, it tingles

From memories of when we mingled

My hand; it itches

Full of emptiness and wishes

To be curled around your fingers

 

When you’re here next to me

I’m flustered and I tend to worry

Over all that I do

My only desire is to impress you

I can’t take my eyes from your face and figure

With inhuman beauty, you walk with graceful stature

And you have chosen me

(Dear Marius) Remembering the Impact (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Remembering the Impact

Written May 14th, 2011

My heart pounds as I answer the phone

Something is wrong

In my heart, I already know

And it rings true in her somber tone

“Faith, you’re not going to believe me

When I say this,”

I stand there, fresh-awake

And alone

Breathless, waiting for the impact

“But I’m not joking,”

And I know she isn’t

I wish she was

“Mikey died in a fire last night.”

Discovering You (a poem)

Discovering You

Written May 1st, 2011

A quiet adoring smile

And bright unique eyes

Peering out at me

From strands of long hair

Falling down over the face

I have come to admire.

I see hopeful days up ahead

That I thought were lost to me

The feelings inside I thought were dead

Open up in a wide blue sea

(Dear Marius) Soul Note (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Soul Note

Written May 7th, 2011

A single crisp note

Echoes sweetly in the air

Gracing eager ears

And conducting smiles

With a sound so fair

Before it flutters and disappears

Where to, we'll never know

But it is gone

Never to be heard again

With the exact meaning and passion

It held in that blink of eternity

(Dear Marius) The Fire in a Hero's Heart (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

The Fire in a Hero's Heart

Written May 3rd, 2011

Hungry fire, burning bright

Tongues of flame reaching up into the night

Devouring all it can touch

Pictures, toys, keepsakes and such

Fringes turn black and curl

In the air ashes swirl

Ravenous destruction with spiteful teeth

Air so hot you can’t breathe.

Leaf Raking (a poem)

Leaf Raking

Swish Swish

A pile of red brown orange yellow

Gathers at my feet

I smell the crisp autumn odor

Wafting up from the ground

It’s not too hot

Not too cold

I can remember so easy now

Frolicking in leaf piles

As a child with my dog

So I do this chore happily

Because in my state of childhood abandon,

It’s so easy to forget

My adulthood sorrows



The Corridors (a poem)

The Corridors

Through the empty meaningless corridors we walk

The pale gray brick holding us in

For some this place is hell

For others a haven

Me, I am not sure

Some days, I am surrounded by smiles,

On others

These cold eternal corridors

Transport empty, dead faces

Whose emotionless eyes gaze at the floor

But whether we are elated or empty

The walls don’t care

They are only there

To hold us in.

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Inspired by a day in school earlier this year when everyone just looked depressed. Maybe it was a monday.


Destructive Cyle (a poem)

Destructive Cycle

I can scream

At the dead white walls

Up into the hopeless gray sky

Into my defenseless deaf pillow

            The walls will remain silent

            The sky will only begin to cry

            My pillow will lie resentfully from my voice’s torment

            None of them will do anything

            To stop you from going

(Dear Marius) Your Reality (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Your Reality

Written April 30th, 2011

The rain has ceased

The sky is blue and clear

The grass reaches high

And the birds sing without fear

Dancing from tree to tree

The world is waking up

With a long happy sigh

I can feel the warmth of your love

In the air all around

Persistent and consuming

Yet it makes not a sound

You may have left mortality

But you are still such a reality

(Dear Marius) Auditorium (a poem, dedication)

Dear Marius

Auditorium

Written April 26th, 2011

It is dark

But we are all here

It is dark

But we are not scared

The audience seats

Are just shadowy shapes

Empty, from what we can see

But it is dark

So we can’t know for sure

Can we?

(Dear Marius) Now You Know (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Now You Know

Written April 25th, 2011

The tears of Angels

Fall

            Fall

From the great sky

So mighty

Each drop

Slapping me in the face

Stinging my skin

Though they’re so soft

Today

The rain I love

Bites, merciless

Touché (a poem)

Touché

Written April 23rd, 2011

Right in the middle of talk

You scream and run away

I look to see what made you balk

A tiny spider going about his day

I giggle at your silly fear

As I take him elsewhere

Only after you're certain it's clear

Do you rejoin me, still trembling from your scare

I pick on you and poke fun

You look at your feet, face red

Suddenly I scream and I'm on the run

The tables have been turned on me instead

You giggle at my greatest fear

As you swat the bee away

While my heart beats fast from it being near

I apologize and say; "Touché."  

Butterflies

Butterflies

Written April 22nd, 2011

Butterflies

I chased

As a tumble toddler

In the summer

When they fluttered by

Giggle and Stumble

Never caught one

But I always loved

To chase

Blissful Abandon

Butteflies

I miss

As an abandoned adolescent

In my abdomen

When he smiled-by

Blush and Stumble

He caught me

But it N'always lasts

In for the chase

Catch then release

Butterflies

I have

As a hopeful heartbreakee

In the air surrounding us

When he reaches out- a lie?

Flattered, I might Stumble

Will he catch me?

Possible-always last

Beyond the chase

Long Love