Cold Night Craving (a poem)

Cold Night Craving

Written February 26th, 2012

Storm screaming outside

Within warm blankets I hide

Fearful of the cold

Wind howls in red rage

Desolate snow white-out falls

Pushing on house walls

Bright warm looks of love

On this night I will dream of

Escape from winter

The Tale of a Sailor's True Love (a poem, a dedication)

The Tale of a Sailor's True Love

Written February 25th, 2012

Many long years ago in a time of old

A goddess of unparalleled beauty ruled the sea

She alone brewed the storms and caused waves to fold

Sailors both loved and feared her dangerous beauty

The goddess delivered from the waves and her gentle breath

A daughter of her own creation, the fairest maiden

She walked upon the earth, a mortal vulnerable to death

Her beauty far surpassed her mother’s, who regretted what she had laiden

For no longer was the ocean spirit the object of lore

Her daughter traveled the lands, moving with a greater grace

It was her that all the men of the world came to adore

In all of history there was no more stunning a face

Procrastination Poem (a poem)

Procrastination Poem

Written February 24th, 2012

I do not want to do homework!

Two essays by Monday, you ask

Such a tedious, boring task

On America’s smoggy industrial histories

On top of worksheets full

Of logarithms and matrices

A paper dancing with symbols and numbers

With every new Pre-Calc term I learn

I just feel excessively dumber!

Oh, the hours I waste, toiling away

With headaches and pots of coffee to achieve

Stellar grades on material to be forgotten a year from today

I have great purple mountains

Against prismacolor sunsets on my mind

Visions of summer paradises with sparkling fountains

Begging to be written on any scrap I can find

Fantastical worlds of crystalline imagery

Powerful renditions of a childhood memory

But alas! I have homework!

Lessons from Sheba

Lessons from Sheba

Written January 8th, 2012

There is one person in particular that I know I could never forget, even if I made an effort. She was present in my life for almost my entire childhood, from when I was a year old until she passed away when I was thirteen. When I remember her, all I can do is smile and shake my head, still amazed to this day that massive influence she had on me as a child.

            One of my most cherished memories is when Sheba helped me overcome my fear of the dark. Growing up, I lived next door to my grandparents. Sometimes my mom would ask me to fetch provisions from their house when we ran out of things, like milk or sugar. When she asked at night, it was all I could do not to cry. I would run as fast as I could to Grandma’s house and back, convinced I could hear some awful monster pursuing me as I ran. When I darted up the porch stairs, I imagined grotesque, slimy, clawed hands reaching out from under the porch to grab my ankles.

One summer night, my family and I were sitting on the porch, just relaxing and talking. I looked out across the field and saw that it was full of fireflies, and I had the urge to catch them. But of course, my fear of the dark stood in my way. The field was a long way away from the comforting light of the house, and handling a flashlight and catching fireflies simultaneously would be cumbersome. But I was determined to go firefly hunting. So, I asked Sheba to come with me, knowing her presence would comfort me. Mom and Dad would be keeping a vigilant watch form the porch too.

Rooms (a poem)

Rooms

Written February 22nd, 2012

Music drifts down the halls

Piano crescendos and saxophone solos

Electric guitar screams and soft flute dreams

All spinning down the corridors

Inviting passerby to dance

One can listen in the lounge

A bright cozy room with plush rugs

Vivid expressionist paintings line the walls

By the soft warm hearth she can socialize

Or dance to the tunes drifting in from the halls

Forgetting Paradise (a poem)

Forgetting Paradise

Written February 22nd, 2012

Nestled in the depths

Of a luscious forest, overgrown

Surrounded by a ménage of sights and sounds

This should be the loveliest moment I have ever known

Yet as I lay, stretched in a bed of leaves

I keep forgetting that I’m here

In this delightful paradise of fairy dreams

How do I miss what I have so near?

Dappled sunlight falls and butterflies dance

But my eyes do not see

Cinnamon and mint and earthy aromas float

On a passing breeze that misses me

Imperfect Love (a poem)

Imperfect Love

Written February 8th, 2011

He is not an iron addict

With arms stacked to the hilt

Thinned out like a pancake

He has been lightly built

His eyes do not burn

With the passion of a dying sun

Rather, grayed with a touch of sapphire

And a faint spark of mischief and fun

Not colored with alluring, sensual caramel

The sought after, sun kissed tone

Instead he is sprinkled with playful freckles

Atop of the color of clean, bright bone

(Raise Your Voice) Things I Never Had (a poem, dedication)

Raise Your Voice

Things I Never Had

Written  February 4th, 2012

I dream of things I never had

On this freezing lonely night

As I cling to this life so fleeting and sad

Without these dreams I’d have no will to fight

And I’d be stiff and cold by morning light

I dream of fields, sprawling and green

Soft plumes of grass beneath weary, cracked foot pads

Forests and skies that stretch to eternities unseen

A family full of love, always glad

Each night a big warm meal to be had

I’ll make it through each long, painful day

On a stomach with no food and a heart with no love

On shaky legs and a mind that’s begun to decay

I’ll survive till dusk touches the grey sky above

So I can sleep and briefly enjoy the things I’ve been dreaming of

(Raise Your Voice) The Human and the Tree (a poem)

Raise Your Voice
The Human and the Tree

Written February 1st, 2012

I walk upon this ground

I rise up from it

I am small in these woodlands

I am the tallest being around

I cannot move you, mighty beast

Yes, for I am rooted to this ground

But I can make you fall,

For I start the chainsaw

And I feel its merciless bite

The chainsaw was made for me

I kill you for material things

I provide you with life-giving air

I create to destroy

I do not like to share

I live a peaceful life

My purpose is to provide for myself and others

I forget

I remember

That I am not the only one on this earth.



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A style of poem I explored in creative writing club

In the Woodwork (a poem)

In the Woodwork

January 30th, 2012

When I go off on my own

And we are separated for a time

As I toss and turn at night, longing for home

I’ll remember the sound of your boots

Thumping on the porch upon your arrival

I’ll remember running to the door on little feet

When I heard your cough at midnight

I knew you still lay awake, restless

But when I heard your snore

From across the house, on a different floor

Rumbling in the woodwork

I knew I could sleep easy;

You never drifted into dreams

Unless all was at peace, all was secure

The Five Senses (a poem, thoughts)

The Five Senses

Written January 29th, 2012

If I lost my sense of sight, I could never see the faces of the ones I love,

I could never see the wonders of the world.

If I lost my sense of touch, I could never feel the kiss of my true love,

Or the touch of my child’s hand to my cheek.

If I lost my sense of taste, I could never enjoy my father’s cooking,

Or open my mouth when hiking to sample the pine and soil in the air.

Faerie Dreams (a short story)

Faerie Dreams

Written in Winter of 2011

A small boy, no older than the age of five, came to find himself in a large, fantastic house of stunning, brilliant colors. It was as though the house had been specifically designed for Easter celebrations. The walls were adorned with luscious pastel shades and intricate winding patterns, delightfully filling his senses. There were wonderful smells of fresh baked cookies and pies, and the taste of sugary, candied things was in the air.

            Faeries danced and flew about the room, singing and laughing and playing, their voices like summer birds and sweet Sunday bells. They welcomed him with smiles and pinched his round boyish cheeks. One faerie in particular, an impish, mischievous girl with bright orange hair, took his hand and twirled him around. The air shimmered around them as they spun, as though they were a sparkling mirage. With a cry of delight, the boy found he could fly.

This Moment (a poem)

This Moment

Written January 13th, 2012

I’m taking this moment

A feather drifting on a breeze

I’m taking it, and I’ll keep it

Tuck it away somewhere secret

A hidden safe place

I’m memorizing these seconds

And stowing them away

So I have them just in case

I find myself lonely on a cold, rainy day

Wishing for Sleep (a poem)

Wishing for Sleep

Written January 5th, 2012

How I wish I could sleep at night

But my waking dreams keep my eyes wide

And the stars shine so bright

Tires hiss on wet pavement

Passing like tumbling leaves, a phantom sigh

The music spins and twirls with the shadows

Singing with the lonely midnight train that calls goodbye

How I wish I could sleep at night

So worn out from a crowded day

That made my mind so dusty and numb

And changed my feet to sore old men

Yet energy still flows in my veins with a soft hum

I see snippets of the future on paths unchosen

Scattered across starry skies and stormy oceans

How I wish I could sleep at night

But my head is bursting with you

My ears full of a voice of warm velvet

A smile so wide and eyes so blue

I remember the heat of your touch today

And dream of the flames of tomorrow

A familiar wandering spirit fills my heart again

Wicked Lovely Circles (a poem)

Wicked Lovely Circles

Written December 31st, 2011

Here we are spinning

Spinning in circles, just a blur

Spin until we’re too dizzy

And fall away from one another

This nightmare merry-go-round

Stops for no one

Fate snickers at us

While we point gingers

At every person in the room

Except ourselves

This house no longer shelters

Infested with angry shadows and black holes

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