Cure for Loneliness: Tea

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I have come up with an answer to Adwen's poem title, Cure for Loneliness: Tea. :)

Such a dear friend,
a warm cup of tea.
Comforting,
nurturing the
mind,
warming, heralding
to deeper skies.
It pursues tears,
sorrows,
distributing momentary
eradication
of doubts.
It encourages
thought,
bypassing the shallow
processes
accompanying loneliness.

(An extra section that I do not know if I should include or not. Comments?)
In an unfortunate turn
of events,
is it not logical
that one with no
preference for tea should,
indeed,
always be lonely?

...I do feel like I dipped into a Jane Austen flavor on that last section.

Poetry Projects!

So, on the DIOM forum, a group of us have decided to write poetry based off of one person's actual WIPs titles. I have taken initiative (I'm so proud of myself!) and written one already! :D

The titles that were proposed are as follows:
Snow, A Banana Peel, Starlings
Cure For Loneliness: Tea
Prior to the kidnapping
Document22

So, being as that I am a writer, and this is a piece of my writing, I am naturally going to post it on my blog. However, I must accredit the titles to whom they are due, Once Again White. *claps* I must invite her to join my blog. Skye, do you know if OAW has a blog?

Anyways, I present to you, the first in a series of four, my (hopefully) delightful poem!

Prior to the Kidnapping

Upon wings such as these
we had not believed it was so;
striving,
surviving,
till we fell unbidden
through stars,
ice,
and what was left
of what had been.
Only they remained,
relenting,
protesting obscurely
of perilous
dominion.
Having seen
that which
has not been beheld,
we waited.
Endless darkness,eternal black
plummeted by,
arced with embers,
and torn by light.
We waited,
ever-watchful eyes
scanning the distance.
Gold streaks slammed towards
the earth,
taunting our existence,
belittling trivial
ires
as we were
overcome.

A Poem Composed Among Sorted Paperclips

Why yes, you did read that right. I was at work today, and there was absolutely nothing to do. NOTHING. AT. ALL. I finished all of my work early. Anyways, I busied (somewhat) myself by organizing my desk, organizing the file cabinet next to my desk, organizing the drawer under the file cabinet next to my desk, then finally, decided to re-organize my already spotless desk. Meanwhile, I found some paperclips that were crudely thrown in a little storage space. Spotting an irresistable opportunity (you find things are much more amusing when you're hopelessly bored), I snatched the pile of paperclips and sorted them by size. Once they were neatly arranged (this process, I daresay, took a mere fifteen minutes), I seemed strangely drawn to my purple paper tablet (why yes, it really is purple, and no, I didn't bring it to work, it was there before I was), so I tentatively picked up my pen and twirled it in my hands once or twice. It was as if the pen had a mind of its own(this is all sounding strangely familiar); I set the tip down on the sheet, and proceeded to produce a precedented poem of primarily permissive purposes(amongst paperclips).

Alas, I present to you, yet another titleless poem. *bows profusely*

The wind promises
to sweep away
doubts, cares,
to reestablish trust.
Sighing breathlessly,
impatiently dodging
around eternal instability,
it flutters and leaves,
tiring of indecision.
Beckoning those
who leap
faithfully into tendrils of air,
forever grasping to
unseen arms
strong and unpredictable,
whisking away to adventure
and adversity
but always cradling
those
who believe.

*ahem* Poetry? No duh...

Another poem, the writing quality is mediocre, but I felt I needed to pour a glass of my heart out.


Unsung

You stare at the floor
Wishing you were someone else
You’d take back everything you said
Knowing nothing would turn out right.

You are so blind.

You look at your reflection
Seeing nothing special
You dream of big things
That you never expect to see.

Don’t look so surprised.

You wear the same pained expression
Day after day after day
Hating your own existence
Wondering why you’re here in this way.

I know the way you think.

You grimace as people walk by
Not wanting them to see you
Not because you’re at all shy
You just believe no one would want you.

But I see you, in a different light.

You care when others hurt
You comfort when hope is lost
And nothing can stop you from
Standing up for your friends.

Can’t you see?

Your faith is inspiring
Your loyalty rivals that of many
A better person to trust
I have never had.

This is how I see.

Believe me when I say
My friend,
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Because you mean the world to me.

You are my unsung
Hero.

WHEE!

Another poem, written quite a while ago, just recently unearthed out of a drawer by yours truly. Warning: It is sad. Comments, of course, are encouraged.

Pain

You cannot see it.
I cannot help but feel like I am
Caught in a torrent of misery.
Drowning in hopelessness.
Loving you when you love another.
Suffocating.
Choking on my love,
Trying to keep it from consuming me.
But no matter how much I try,
I cannot forget.
Pain.
You will never know it.
The desperate despair that
Is a constant shadow
Will not let my heart
Forget you.
I cannot stop my heart from beating
When it knows you are near.
My love for you, pent up inside,
Begs for fresh air that will not come.
I cannot strangle my love
Cannot kill it, so that I might have relief
From the pain
That you cannot see.

What is it with me and poetry...?

I cannot seem to stop writing it, even though 'tis not my forté! This poem is about a year old, 'tis depressing, yes, because I was in a depressing mood when I wrote it. But ah well. I was going through a hard time. Another shall follow after this, I believe, because I found them both in a drawer I was rooting through.
Need help with a title, peeps! Comments and critques welcome!

Untitled

And so, I walk on.
The same path I trod before
The way of self-inflicted agony
The road I thought I had left behind.

I walk on.
As the grief weighs down
And my heart wonders how it is
To be loved in return.

I walk on.
Wondering why I jumped into that hole
Chiding myself for not being on my guard
Wishing I could leave my broken path behind.

I walk on.
Slowly dying inside
Unable to hold a smile
My mask has become my pride.

I walk on.
What is wrong with me?
Why can I not forget?
Did I betray my heart in the end?

I walk on.
Ever so slowly now.
Wishing I could forget
That I ever loved at all.

Even so, I walk on.

Another Poem!

Yes, I know.
I have neglected my writing blog. I am ashamed.

I have not written in a while, except when I am brutally forced to do so by my professors. ;)

Yes, yes, I know. Shame on me.

Anyways, here is a poem I wrote for class. :)


Parting

Green eyes
Infused with cobalt haze.
Unruly laugh
Resounds freely.
Calm essence
Emanates concern.
Wide smile
Hints at dawn of evening stars.
Final embrace
Of enduring arms.