Old poems, part one (two poems)
A special shout out to my dear friend Sharmaine, who helped me edit and check though some of my poems, and the translations of them. ♥ to you.
This poem came about when I listened to a the most recent CD from one of my all-time favorite bands, and there was a song with a title related to this. I crossed that with my fear of freedom, and this was the result.
-and about freedom-
We draw a map of our feelings
because then we might understand them
Sometimes we draw maps to find
each other
and others.
Sometimes I need exact measurements and stencils
and lines to keep within
and I draw perfect pictures
by numbers, just inside
the thick black line.
I need to know where I can go
to avoid falling off the end of the world
and I need schedules to follow and rules
so let us draw
Sketches of the summer.
(because freedom doesn't have any rules)
This one is about how I feel when waking up certain mornings, and mostly when I try to translate stuff, haha.
-simply insanity-
Somebody tells me that I can fly
Golden clouds mingles with ink-blotches grey
Waves crash against the shore and I think it looks blue
Although the sky is black.
And I woke up with you this morning, I don't know how
My nightmares haunt me in the bright light of day
The clocks come to a halt when I enter the room
Sometimes I wish I could be crushed against the wall
Like one of those bugs I catch in my hand.
The stars turn red as blood when I look at the sky
When I look in the mirror I see a cracking shell
So I smash the mirror and throw the pieces at you
Is it just me or is the world just insane?
-
Comments? Critique? Unlike some other people, I can take it.
This poem came about when I listened to a the most recent CD from one of my all-time favorite bands, and there was a song with a title related to this. I crossed that with my fear of freedom, and this was the result.
-and about freedom-
We draw a map of our feelings
because then we might understand them
Sometimes we draw maps to find
each other
and others.
Sometimes I need exact measurements and stencils
and lines to keep within
and I draw perfect pictures
by numbers, just inside
the thick black line.
I need to know where I can go
to avoid falling off the end of the world
and I need schedules to follow and rules
so let us draw
Sketches of the summer.
(because freedom doesn't have any rules)
This one is about how I feel when waking up certain mornings, and mostly when I try to translate stuff, haha.
-simply insanity-
Somebody tells me that I can fly
Golden clouds mingles with ink-blotches grey
Waves crash against the shore and I think it looks blue
Although the sky is black.
And I woke up with you this morning, I don't know how
My nightmares haunt me in the bright light of day
The clocks come to a halt when I enter the room
Sometimes I wish I could be crushed against the wall
Like one of those bugs I catch in my hand.
The stars turn red as blood when I look at the sky
When I look in the mirror I see a cracking shell
So I smash the mirror and throw the pieces at you
Is it just me or is the world just insane?
-
Comments? Critique? Unlike some other people, I can take it.