a few poems
Haven't written much in the last month. Well, the last several months for that matter, but you know, details. :) So, I decided to post some of my most recent poems. I wrote both of these quite some time ago (first one probably around June 2003, second one May this year), but only just last night got them rewritten to appease my inner grammar nazi. The first one is untitled, and I would turn into a song if I had any idea how to write music. The second was one that decided to invade my brain as I was attempting to catch a few brief hours of sleep before I had to work that one day last May when I had to survive through my math final after having no sleep what so ever the night before. Muses just pick the damndest times to demand attention, don't they?
Anyway, here they are:
notes: I almost didn't post this one because it's kinda personal, and it's the kind of things I don't like to let anyone know about me. In fact, I'm still debating with myself whether or not to leave it up. We shall see.
I'm tired of hiding, of holding it in
I'm tired of smiling when I'm crying within
Always the strong one, never a tear
A pillar of strength for those I hold dear
But even solid stone can be worn away
With every raging storm, every breaking wave
Though still standing firm, how long can it be
Until one final push leaves me crumbling to the sea?
Where can I run to at the day's end
To who can I turn to cry and rest my head
A frozen heart to hide from the pain
Trying to ignore the warmth of golden flame
But when the ice melts away, leaving me vulnerable to break
I push them away, keep myself at arms length
I don't want to be alone, but can ever really love?
Or am I bound to live forever without a human touch
Where can I run to at the day's end
To who can I turn to cry and rest my head
I stand looking over a cold and heartless sea
Locked in a grey tower, echo of crashing waves my only company
I want to open the door, but I fear I have lost the key
Trapped between stone walls and longing to be free
notes: as mentioned above, this is one that whacked me over the head after I had been awake for over 24 hours straight. So, sorry for any possible confusion. But, hey, it's a poem... They're supposed to be a little confusing. :D
I am the field, the forest, the flame
I am the trees, the wind, the deep ocean basin
The birds are my eyes, the fox and the hare
My touch is the lick of salty sea air
My voice can be heard in the melody of the night
With the frogs and the crickets who sing to sleep the day's light
I am the rocks, the earth, the mountain
I am the rivers, the streams, the trickling fountain
The scent of wild flowers in fullest bloom
Sharing my secrets beneath the light of the silver moon
My breath is the kiss of night mist on your cheek
My laughter the babbling of water over rocks in a creek
I am the sound of wind in the trees
The fury of a storm or the calm summer breeze
The rain is my tears, falling from on high
Weeping for those who are born, who live, and who die
You can hear my heartbeat - the thunder of horse hooves against earth
The rhythm of life in death and rebirth
I am the valleys, the soil, the dust
I am the land whispering into dusk
I am the field, the forest, the flame
I am the earth in all her glory untame
Anyway, here they are:
notes: I almost didn't post this one because it's kinda personal, and it's the kind of things I don't like to let anyone know about me. In fact, I'm still debating with myself whether or not to leave it up. We shall see.
I'm tired of hiding, of holding it in
I'm tired of smiling when I'm crying within
Always the strong one, never a tear
A pillar of strength for those I hold dear
But even solid stone can be worn away
With every raging storm, every breaking wave
Though still standing firm, how long can it be
Until one final push leaves me crumbling to the sea?
Where can I run to at the day's end
To who can I turn to cry and rest my head
A frozen heart to hide from the pain
Trying to ignore the warmth of golden flame
But when the ice melts away, leaving me vulnerable to break
I push them away, keep myself at arms length
I don't want to be alone, but can ever really love?
Or am I bound to live forever without a human touch
Where can I run to at the day's end
To who can I turn to cry and rest my head
I stand looking over a cold and heartless sea
Locked in a grey tower, echo of crashing waves my only company
I want to open the door, but I fear I have lost the key
Trapped between stone walls and longing to be free
notes: as mentioned above, this is one that whacked me over the head after I had been awake for over 24 hours straight. So, sorry for any possible confusion. But, hey, it's a poem... They're supposed to be a little confusing. :D
I am the field, the forest, the flame
I am the trees, the wind, the deep ocean basin
The birds are my eyes, the fox and the hare
My touch is the lick of salty sea air
My voice can be heard in the melody of the night
With the frogs and the crickets who sing to sleep the day's light
I am the rocks, the earth, the mountain
I am the rivers, the streams, the trickling fountain
The scent of wild flowers in fullest bloom
Sharing my secrets beneath the light of the silver moon
My breath is the kiss of night mist on your cheek
My laughter the babbling of water over rocks in a creek
I am the sound of wind in the trees
The fury of a storm or the calm summer breeze
The rain is my tears, falling from on high
Weeping for those who are born, who live, and who die
You can hear my heartbeat - the thunder of horse hooves against earth
The rhythm of life in death and rebirth
I am the valleys, the soil, the dust
I am the land whispering into dusk
I am the field, the forest, the flame
I am the earth in all her glory untame