All I'll ever need
is the air you breathe.
It fills your lungs
and keeps me clean.
Yet reality defines you
as one more wretched
and I still cannot let go,
you're burned inside my head.
Thoughts contradict
and float around.
I search for that
which can't be found.
So, don't let go of me:
you'll feel me seethe
you'll see me bleed;
you'll watch me weep.
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^ The second of two poems written in Causes of War today. ^
Also not great, but who cares?
"Anyway, this change I've been feeling doesn't make the rain fall." Counting Crows Walkaways
Friday, January 26, 2007
Limb
These words, for my eyes alone,
hide for fear of offending,
folded inside my notebook,
safely tucked between the lines.
My tears shed in the darkness
and drip down to my bed sheets.
Some nights I wish I would drown,
sink inside a salty sea.
If you looked me in the eyes
would you be able to tell
that this is where you belong,
where seasons change...as they should.
I can't forget, thought I try,
so I just force you away.
With this limb of mine severed,
my whole world is limping.
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^ First of two poems written in Causes of War today...though this was started on Tuesday. ^
This poem is a mess and I'm aware of that. I don't like it much, but it gets my foot back in the door. It's too cliche in some areas while being too annoyingly cryptic in others. I'm out of practice and - hopefully - that will be fixed soon. Actually, keep your eyes out for some short stories. I'm more in that kind of mood, but poetry is easier to write in the margins of your notebook during class. ;)
"1-2-3-4-5-6-7a.m. All alone again, but I've been through all this shit before. Spend my nights in self defense, crying about my innocence, but I ain't all that innocent anymore" Counting Crows I'm Not Sleeping
hide for fear of offending,
folded inside my notebook,
safely tucked between the lines.
My tears shed in the darkness
and drip down to my bed sheets.
Some nights I wish I would drown,
sink inside a salty sea.
If you looked me in the eyes
would you be able to tell
that this is where you belong,
where seasons change...as they should.
I can't forget, thought I try,
so I just force you away.
With this limb of mine severed,
my whole world is limping.
************************************
^ First of two poems written in Causes of War today...though this was started on Tuesday. ^
This poem is a mess and I'm aware of that. I don't like it much, but it gets my foot back in the door. It's too cliche in some areas while being too annoyingly cryptic in others. I'm out of practice and - hopefully - that will be fixed soon. Actually, keep your eyes out for some short stories. I'm more in that kind of mood, but poetry is easier to write in the margins of your notebook during class. ;)
"1-2-3-4-5-6-7a.m. All alone again, but I've been through all this shit before. Spend my nights in self defense, crying about my innocence, but I ain't all that innocent anymore" Counting Crows I'm Not Sleeping
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Not Today
My year old ghost still lingers just behind.
He creeps around in the back of my mind.
And I can't tell if he'll kill or be kind.
But I'll search for answers no one can find.
That light cuts through my blinds and hurts my eyes.
With much unwillingness I'm forced to rise.
So, I leave my dreamland full of white lies.
Left in a daze, hoping he'll realize.
My consciousness denies reality.
Some days those sunny skies are hard to see.
And in this dark fog, the birds can't fly free.
Like I'm stuck inside some silent movie.
Words are trapped behind an ivory wall.
And they can't hear my weary, tired call.
Two brains entangled in a heated brawl.
But today, I promise, my will won't fall.
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^ Written last semester in NJ Politics.^
This poem isn't great, but as I cleaned out my notebooks in preparation for the new semester, I found it and since it was pretty much done I thought I'd post it. I haven't been feeling too creative recently. I feel like I'm just feeling the same things over and over and not really resolving any of it. All my writing is boring. I apologize.
"You'd be surprised how much I think about you these days. I think of you." - The Movielife Racer
He creeps around in the back of my mind.
And I can't tell if he'll kill or be kind.
But I'll search for answers no one can find.
That light cuts through my blinds and hurts my eyes.
With much unwillingness I'm forced to rise.
So, I leave my dreamland full of white lies.
Left in a daze, hoping he'll realize.
My consciousness denies reality.
Some days those sunny skies are hard to see.
And in this dark fog, the birds can't fly free.
Like I'm stuck inside some silent movie.
Words are trapped behind an ivory wall.
And they can't hear my weary, tired call.
Two brains entangled in a heated brawl.
But today, I promise, my will won't fall.
**************************************************
^ Written last semester in NJ Politics.^
This poem isn't great, but as I cleaned out my notebooks in preparation for the new semester, I found it and since it was pretty much done I thought I'd post it. I haven't been feeling too creative recently. I feel like I'm just feeling the same things over and over and not really resolving any of it. All my writing is boring. I apologize.
"You'd be surprised how much I think about you these days. I think of you." - The Movielife Racer
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