-Resolution #2-
write more poetry.
and maybe show it to more people, too.
I traveled down an empty road
To find what wasn't there
I glanced down every barren path
With a simple meaningless stare
I wandered down each corridor
Each memoryless lane
I stumbled through the darkness
Through captivity, insane
No breath could tell me where I was
Or what I was to do
Each puff of air came without flair,
"Girl, what is wrong with you."
I asked each captive why they roamed
And how they got so lost,
But every word sounded absurd
From the paths that barely crossed.
I thought my feet would crumble
And become one with the ground
I thought the earth would sicken
Attaining filth so profound
Instead I spread my limbs out wide
I grasped with all my might
I tucked my fingers into the soil
And gazed into the light
The captives tripped back in horror
Because their fears were real
Through halls of empty memories
There is no way to feel.
You cannot manufacture hate
You cannot breed a grudge
Similarly, the bonds to joy
Will never truly budge
A world within a world is weak
It cannot bear the seeds
Of passion, misery, heartbreak
When it's so choked out with weeds
You shrink the world, you shrink yourself
And never truly live
And if you embrace this simple fact
The real world will forgive
Just hold your hands close to the warmth
Towards whatever emits heat
The world will welcome you back with hope
That you will take your seat.
--
So yeah, I write a hell of a lot of poetry... usually. This past year, throughout all of 2006, I wrote five and a half poems. The half poem I don't even like, that's why I stopped writing it. Hahahahhfjfksdhgf. I was worried because I thought I lost my little voice, my inspiration, my mind, or something equally important. Fortunately, I was able to crank this one out last night, so I must still have something, whether the burning eyes of its readers like it or not.
Woo.
and maybe show it to more people, too.
I traveled down an empty road
To find what wasn't there
I glanced down every barren path
With a simple meaningless stare
I wandered down each corridor
Each memoryless lane
I stumbled through the darkness
Through captivity, insane
No breath could tell me where I was
Or what I was to do
Each puff of air came without flair,
"Girl, what is wrong with you."
I asked each captive why they roamed
And how they got so lost,
But every word sounded absurd
From the paths that barely crossed.
I thought my feet would crumble
And become one with the ground
I thought the earth would sicken
Attaining filth so profound
Instead I spread my limbs out wide
I grasped with all my might
I tucked my fingers into the soil
And gazed into the light
The captives tripped back in horror
Because their fears were real
Through halls of empty memories
There is no way to feel.
You cannot manufacture hate
You cannot breed a grudge
Similarly, the bonds to joy
Will never truly budge
A world within a world is weak
It cannot bear the seeds
Of passion, misery, heartbreak
When it's so choked out with weeds
You shrink the world, you shrink yourself
And never truly live
And if you embrace this simple fact
The real world will forgive
Just hold your hands close to the warmth
Towards whatever emits heat
The world will welcome you back with hope
That you will take your seat.
--
So yeah, I write a hell of a lot of poetry... usually. This past year, throughout all of 2006, I wrote five and a half poems. The half poem I don't even like, that's why I stopped writing it. Hahahahhfjfksdhgf. I was worried because I thought I lost my little voice, my inspiration, my mind, or something equally important. Fortunately, I was able to crank this one out last night, so I must still have something, whether the burning eyes of its readers like it or not.
Woo.