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!

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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.

Poem!

You know, for someone that views poetry writing as excruciatingly challenging, I tend to write it quite often. :o

Melody

Encompassed in stunning silence,
The world, surrounding, wanes.
Struggling to grasp that thin alliance
To ensnare the echo that eludes

Those unable to perceive the noise.
Vision may resonate vibrantly now,
Though dully to those with no choice
But to relinquish the sound

In exchange for tranquility.
It is seemingly blissful and serene,
But for those with the unwanted formality
Of living perpetually in noiseless harmony,

It is to be encompassed in stunning silence.

Sonnet

As much as I don't like poetry, I write a lot of it. Here's a sonnet that I had to write for English this past week. And, if it doesn't make sense, it's really not supposed to.

What Has Been Said

From under the black skies the wander’r came
It is said he wanders, but is not free
He came with great purpose and without shame
From beyond the unknown and past the sea
Into dead realms he is said to breathe life
“Look here,” He whispers. “Come out of your mire,”
The lands turn to him, broken down by strife
“Look here; what was a spark is now a fire!”
They say he scatters a blaze with bare hands
Seeking to give life to realms that were lost
He leaves his mark on the fire-kissed lands
Restoring their glory, mindless of cost
He wanders alone, yet is somehow led
But this much I know, it’s what has been said.

Yet Another Poem...

I wrote this one about a month ago. Disclaimer: I am not a poet, and yes, I do know it. So please do not have any preconceived notions on how this poem is going to be.

The Journey

I started along my desolate path,
Wishing there was a shorter way to take,
The trail ahead seemed so dull and forlorn,
There was a dismal sensation I just couldn’t shake.

For so many miles I walked alone,
I trudged along till the pain I couldn’t bear,
With gasping breaths I collapsed to the ground,
Indulging my senses in my strong self-despair.

I reached out for something to hold on to.
Would I have to scream for someone to come?
I looked straight ahead, as if the dark wasn’t alive,
What I saw then might not have bothered some.

A pinpoint of light in the shadows was there,
Most might’ve considered it a good sign.
But I thought of it as a curse, a trick;
For what through this horrible darkness can shine?

The ember of the night stared me in the face,
Drawing closer with a hazy glow,
I shrank from it in absolute fear,
There was nowhere I could go.

I forced myself to stand my ground,
Though my heart quivered with fear,
My muscles heaved in weariness,
Somehow, I sensed that my end was very near.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, You appeared,
You leapt out protectively, your back to me, Your hands reached out,
I recognized You, but I knew You not,
Though You’ve always known my every thought and doubt.

You seized the spark, cradling it in Your palms,
Turning back toward me, Your smile spread wide,
You knelt down before me, Your hands opening to reveal,
The ember I’d feared, and whose purity I’d denied.

You looked at me reassuringly, and with a nod you said;
“Take this gift and know just how much I care for you.”
Hesitantly, I lifted my hand and touched it to Yours,
It was then that I realized, everything about You was true.

You tilted Your hand, letting the spark fall into mine,
The ember dimmed instantly, I thought I was causing it to die,
You groaned softly, did You feel the ember’s pain?
A tear rolled down Your cheek, my heart wrenched. I can’t bear to see You cry.

How awful am I, to have accepted such a gift!
For the exchange was for my pain, for all of my grief,
My Hero, my Rescuer, how could You believe,
That I am worthy for this, that I deserve this relief?

I knelt down to You, trying to see through my tears,
I clutched the once-living ember, that died because of me,
“I’m not worthy for Your gift,” I sobbed.
“There’s no way I can ever be free.”

I pushed my closed hands to You, my head bowed in shame,
I felt You open my hands, and then heard You say;
“Look up, My child, I want you to know,
That you will for the first time, see the brilliant light of day.”

I raised my eyes, and let them rest upon Your kind face,
“Watch here,” You whispered. “Come out of your mire,”
Then You blew on the ember, bringing it to life,
“Look here, for what was once a spark, is now a fire!”

The spark erupted into flames, consuming my hands,
But I had no fear, I felt no pain,
The inferno spread all over my body, Your fire consumed my evil,
On my skin Your healing blood was forever stained.

My world came to life.
For the first time the darkness was nowhere in sight,
My aches and hurts were gone,
For I had been saved by Your Light.

It has been many years now, since that day when You found me,
My journey here has almost come to an end,
I look back in wonder, my King, and I marvel,
At how You ever came to me, and asked me to be Your friend.

Lord, how have I gotten this far?
What has happened that has sped up time?
For now when I look at my heart’s poem,
I see that You are the one who finished the last rhyme.

Another Poem

So, I'm currently working on a couple of things, (most of which are school-related. :P) but I'll do my best to post things like poems, little blurbs, and possibly chapters from my stories.

There is, though, a poem which I wrote for my Christian Writer's Guild course that I can show to you right now... Again, poetry is not my thing. So don't expect much.

This poem is untitled, but, if you have any good names, I would be extremely willing to hear what they may be.

Here it is...

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I’ve never seen you like this before.
Your face doesn’t hold the joy I knew.
As the doctors work hard to give you back your life,
I stand and watch in shock, it’s all I can bring myself to do.

My head is spinning; the nurses are pushing me away from you,
The tears that slide down my cheeks, I don’t bother to disguise,
I know nothing that’s around me; I see only your face.
My friend, please wake up! Please open your eyes!

The doctor is telling them to let me stay; his tone holding blatant defeat.
The nurses let me go. I rush to your side and carefully touch your forehead,
Your neck is as stiff as a board, but it’s turned at an awkward angle.
“He’s in bad shape. He may not make it.” The doctor has said.

All we were supposed to do was meet and talk before school,
It seems like only a minute ago that you were okay, standing next to me.
You were smiling and laughing hard; you were safe by my side.
The events that would soon take place, we didn’t even see.

Why did you have to run out after my papers that blew away?
They weren’t worth that much to me. Your life means more.
Why didn’t you stop when I screamed in alarm?
I was paralyzed with fear to my very core.

The man in the Mustang was no Good Samaritan,
He sped past without even looking back,
Watching you get hit was like having a nightmare that wouldn’t end
You landed in the grass, limp as an empty sack.

I grab your hand and grip it, hoping you’ll squeeze back,
You’ve lost a lot of blood; you’re all torn up, my friend,
If you looked in the mirror, you wouldn’t recognize yourself.
The doctor is saying there’s no hope; you’re nearing the end.

The apprehension is strangling me; I don’t want to let go of you.
“Time, why are you always against us? Why have you hurt us so?”
My friend, please don’t leave me now,
There is so much I want you to know.

We’re alone together, the doctors have left,
They say that your heart is straining to beat,
I won’t lie, they say that there’s no hope,
But I know you well enough to know that you won’t accept defeat.

My friend, can you hear me?
I told your mom that you weren’t doing well,
She’s coming here to see you right away.
Though how bad you really are, I didn’t tell.

The hospital put some pink flowers by your bed,
Cause they know that you love pink carnations,
I pocketed the blooms, and replaced them with a picture,
It’s of me and you, living life with anticipation.

My friend, your excruciating silence is unnerving me,
I wish you would wake up, and talk like everything was fine,
Time has been nothing short of a Brutus figure,
Show me that you’re still there; give me some kind of sign.

It’s been many a restless night for us,
Everyday your breathing seems to wane,
The little hope that I had at first is gone now,
I realize that all of it was in vain.

Will I ever again see the sparkle echo in your eyes?
Will you flash your heart-melting smile once more?
I need for you to wake up so I can tell you,
You are the friend that I’d been looking for.

Are you there, my friend? Do you know that I’m close by?
The doctors have said that we should let you go,
They said your mind has died, but your body still lives.
I’m not giving up on you; this I want for you to know.

We’re three weeks into the battle, yet only one day into the war,
You’re tiring of the fight, but don’t give up now,
We’re lifting you up in prayer; it’s in God’s hands,
You’re safe in His arms, for anyone to snatch you away, He won’t allow.

They said it’s time, my friend. I must say goodbye.
I don’t want to let you go, but I know I should.
It’s selfish of me to want for you to endure the hurting just to stay a little longer,
But I know just for me, you would.

That’s why I’m saying this now,
I don’t want you to have to suffer the pain.
It’s okay for you to let go, you don’t have to hold on any longer.
I’ll miss you terribly, but I know I’ll see you again.

I love you, my friend. You’ve taught me so much.
I wish we could’ve had more time together,
But of the times and fun we did have,
The memories will last forever.

Farewell, I love you so much.
Relax now in the Father’s embrace,
Trust Him and all will be alright,
For He will take you to a better place.

Your eyes open, revealing a stunning crystal green,
You look straight at me, and shoot your trademark smile,
With a deep sigh, you close your eyes peacefully,
My friend, you have finally overcome the last mile.

A machine next to you suddenly chatters, and then holds a single note.
Tears stream shamelessly down my cheeks.
I hold your hand to my face and smile weakly.
Gone now is the ache that burdened you for weeks.