(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