So I've gotten into the poetry spirit again! But for time's sake I will start out by posting the previous poetry I have written:
Butterfly - 1.1.2008
A tiny thing crawls from a hole of nothingness
No life it's lived just yet, the first moments arrive
To this creature, who fails to understand, it is nothingness
Is this newborn babe even glad to be alive?
The thing grows into an awkward state of mind
Protection seems to have been broken, disaster awakes
The nature of the jungle is not always kind
The creature crawls in fright, in its loneliness and aches
The shell hardens, none are let in
And the once-ugly thing breaks out, beauty ensues
And yet, all troubles are forgiven
Survival and love is all the new creation views
All creatures on this Earth can feel this way
Yet despite our pains, our Savior will save the day
The Little Girl - 3.17.2008
I was too late, my ship has sailed
The hardest part is that I actually failed
I gaze at her picture, so young she seems
Perfect skin, perfect hair, her eyes so bright
Yet ten years later success is not but her dreams
There is no sun, she lives for the night
Why has life become so meaningless for her
Everything she touches, withers and dies
Back then, everything turned gold for her
She worked hard, but perhaps these were all lies
"I hate you!" the older girl screams at the little girl
The picture falls and breaks, a broken glass world
As if by magic, the girl's ghost rises from the pieces
The girl is bright and charming as she was ten years before
"Don't cry," she tells her older self, "You have no diseases."
"Maybe so," says I the elder, "But my despair is more."
"How?" asks the younger, who listens with care
"I don't really know," says the elder, "But I shamed you."
"If you shamed me," says the younger, "Why would I hear you share?"
"Because you're kind, unlike me, nothing anymore but sad dark blue."
"Doubtless untrue," says the little wise one
"But let me hear you until you are done."
So the older girl, an adult in the real world now
Begins her story, wondering about the little girl, how
"I was you once, lovely and free
A really hard worker, a girl on the way
I don't know where, but from what I can see
I fell down, and I was no longer okay
Nothing is right anymore in this world of mine
The girl of promise turned into a teen of black
Everyone around me used to think that I would shine
Now I'm just a laughing-class act
My life, so full of intelligence and promise
Turned to dust, without a blink of an eye
I still live, although I try to vanish from the world in mist
Living this life, with the supposed talent that's a lie
I miss my success, the love I felt
I miss the body I had, not weighed down by anguish
Brought on by all the bullshit I've been dealt
To go back, is all I want to wish
To be you again, that little girl of brilliance
But such a task is impossible I'm afraid
I am plain now, nothing spectacular with my presence
Do you see what I mean, you my dear, still have it made
Does anyone understand, does anyone care?
Few in this world really look behind the first glance
Those who know try, but the majority gives a stare
And I am still here crying, wishing for another chance."
The little girl sighs, the elder's story finished at last
Disheartened slightly, by the future she'll be cast
"STOP!!!"
She screams aloud, "Do not think of your life as over.
How old are you? 18? Your life is still in its start.
Your prime has yet to come, it's not dead...never
God has created you to become his work of art
Smile for once, for real, love every tear you cry
Your future is coming, a good one so clear
One day elder you will fly
Don't you see? The little girl you once were is still here!
God only made this pain for you so you wouldn't be spoiled
He would never give you something you could not handle my dear
But your beauty, talent, brains...all well-oiled
Soon you'll be on your own, away from home
Such a journey you'll be ready to take
It will be tough, and sometimes cold as stone
Your life will hurt, your bones will shake
But one day I promise, the pain you'll forgive
And then my older self, you'll finally live."
Then the little girl vanished, she had been there for awhile
And for the first time in years, on my face, a real smile
I thought I was too late, I thought I had failed
But the truth is, I was always on that ship that had sailed
Untitled - 3.17.2008
Waiting, does it ever truly end?
Anticipation passes, but then there's something new
And time seems to linger and ache
Yet passes as quickly as you can hit send
The clouds zoom past myriad shades of blue
Never stops, there is no room for a break
We, in general, want time to pass quick
When we want, we want now, no time to live
But where is out and where is in?
For the pace we fly is making us sick
Take time to live, to love, to give
Appreciate blessing and learn from each sin
Time, I'm afraid, can never stop
Some frozen in time and others not
Time marches on like a beating drum
Never growing backward is the farmer's crop
Age gets higher and higher, like a pot bubbling hot
Time could seem slower, with such as a bottle of rum
Yet life is fading constantly, each second, another done
Where my timer stops I cannot know
Yet wonder and merriment flies past us in an instant
While misery and sadness linger compared to fun
One should sit back, enjoy the show
This is your moment, one true chance at a stint
subLIMITal - 3.18.2008
God, creator of the Universe
Organized a life of beauty and talent
Drawn from nothing, a girl, fascinated but succumbed to a curse
Love seems to vanish, not but bullies and she, the ant
Over and over she falls, gets up again, and cries
Violent storms follow her every move
Everything turns for her into ugly flies
She wishes, prays for the storm to go away before her tomb
Heed not, for love will always prevail
Every cry He hears, He mourns your wail
Relax Dear Child, in my arms, I won't let you fail
Untitled - 3.19.2008
"Tick Tock" says the clock as it strikes 10
Should have started my homework earlier, but I don't know when
"Tick Tock" says the clock as it strikes 11
The ideal bedtime according to father, me sleeping well would be heaven
"Tick Tock" says the clock as it strikes 12
I rise to look up at my books on the shelf
"Tick Tock" says the clock as it strikes 1
Can't work, can't sleep...having too much fun
"Tick Tock" says the clock as it strikes 2
Anyone in my room sleeping? Well I don't know who!
"Tick Tock" says the clock as it strikes 3
The Sandman's here, Slumberland consumes me
"Tick Tock" says the clock as it fast-forwards to 6
Meh, forget it, I won't look my best today, for I need my sleep fix
"Tick Tock" says the clock as it strikes 7
Five more minutes, no more than eleven
"Tick Tock" says the clock as it strikes 8
I'm speeding to school, as shit I might be late
Dive Upwards - 3.19.2008
I can feel myself
Falling towards the sky
Where to I cannot know
But I'm asking to fly.
The higher I fall, the
Colder it becomes and
I am scared because I
Might drown in Cloudland.
I only wish that I knew
Where I was going but this
Desert is vast and grand and
Happiness cannot be given in a wish.
I chose this destiny when I
Dove upwards into a sea
Of stars. My heart races as
I try to make a life for me.
It takes more strength to
Fall than to fly. Set the bars
For one must only make sure
They're heading towards stars.
To rise, to fall, and
To be a saint or sin
All that I wonder is
Whether I'll lose or win.
This is how I know - 3.19.2008
A soul
A spirit inhabiting a body
A creation with its details and personal wonder
No two are exactly alike
Capable of whatever it can behold
This is how I know
A miracle
Set to die but lives on for years
Impossible, and yet it happens
Blind see, Deaf hear, Paralyzed walk
Work of Science? Perhaps, and yet...
This is how I know
Something from nothing
Rising from nothingness
Amazing things all around us
To live, to die, to breathe
What I know is but a small sliver of all knowledge
This is how I know
Is it Wrong? - 4.21.2008
Is it wrong to be sad
To cry everywhere I go
Until all of the tears have left me?
The sorrows I have had
Mourned in pointless times of woe
Binding me until I set myself free.
Is it wrong to be angry
To yell until I'm blue in the face
And have broken several expensive glasses?
The pressure boiling within my needs
Consuming my calmness, my life, my space
Until the pot boils over and crashes.
Is it wrong to be happy
To live a life of joy
Despite the pain of others?
To squeal with cheers of glee
While the envious become coy
For my gladness over others
Is it wrong to envy
To want the thing of another
And have a face of green?
Such a sin is stated in books holy
And yet we all do this to each other
The perfect ordinary human remains to be seen
Is it wrong?
It could never be really
What we feel is what we feel
Expressed in every poem, story, or song
These are emotions, most lovely
This is what makes us real.
A New Chapter - 4.30.2008
A new dawn is coming
It's almost here
Trust it, seize it
It is coming clear
The end is never the end
For life is a circle
For this end of one part of your life
Gives way to a greater miracle
You came, cold and wet
Tears streaming down your face
Fear is unnecessary, do not mourn
You're in the right place
You've spent years in that shell
That cocoon, your safe-blanket so safe
Believe, believe harder, and never stop
You'll soon break free and you won't break away late
So fly as high as you can, and don't be afraid.
Acceptance - 7.9.2008
Let it be.
I'm your Chinese finger trap; the more you pull me, the more I won't cooperate.
Call it disrespect; I don't care.
You think you're doing the right thing, keeping me locked in a little cage of sorrow.
I'm going to do what I'm going to do.
I will not let myself become you. You disappoint me more than anyone in the world.
Not because of your life, you have something that you made for yourself in your life.
It's the fact that you don't appreciate it.
You could have a better life, if you believed in it.
People made sacrifices for you and you don't appreciate them.
I think you want everyone to be miserable because you are.
You're an illness, a sickness, a darkness.
Your lack of faith is contagious; I can feel my soul blackening in your very presence.
I know the commandment, but do you know how hard you make it to follow?
I honor what you have done, but I refuse to accept this chain you've tried countless times to lock on my neck.
I won't become you; I will be better. The life you live is truly meaningless because you make it so.
The fact that my faith is still here is a miracle in itself.
Let it be.
A Moment of Suspense - 9.23.2008
Crashing and burning, I watch in fright
Squirming and turning, it's quite a sight
Changing shape, I can hardly look
Seeing this scene, it's an open book
I am afraid for your life.
I feel like a mother, with a dying babe
And you are that babe, who I want saved
I pray that you'll make it, you cannot die
You're so young, please live for the sky
I am afraid for your life.
At last, I see it, you poke your head out
Your coffin is not so, I'm happy, I shout
So you come out, from that pile of things
And after a moment, you spread out your wings
I am happy for your life, sweet butterfly.
Confessions of an Insomniac - 10.2.2008
I'm a recovering insomniac, and I relapsed last night
Too much on my mind, no sleep in sight.
Tried everything, nothing lulled me to bed
'Til at least four in the morning, when I guess I cleared my head
I lived through, I made it through
Waking up was like murder, but I got through that too
I was scared, I was tired, didn't want to be late
To the class where, if I'm tardy, could doom my fate
I really sincerely hope, this doesn't start a trend
I like my sleep, a lot, I might add
But there is one good thing, about my tired sight
Oh my, dear friend, I will really sleep tonight.
Fads - 11.18.2008
I like what I like
And I'll admit if I think a fad is bad
They tell me to "Take a hike"
All this because of a fad?
Why is it so wrong for me
To dislike something that is popular?
The perception of what I see
Most think I'm wrong by far
I call it silly
They call it genius
I laugh long and loudly
They all look at me in disgust
They say I don't appreciate
But they should know I do
I just know when something looks fake
They look at me and coo
I really don't particularly care
I will not go for fads I dislike
And even if most stare
Someone agrees, and we'll say "Take a hike"
So that's it! All the poems I've written in the past two years. Obviously, I need to start writing again, but which one is your favorite? =)
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