Three Poems (stupid English project...:p)
Rain of Thoughts (spring grade 9 piece)
Sitting by the window
Looking out onto the rain washed world
And thinking
How many others like me have sat by a window like this?
How many have felt the same longing emptiness
For something they cannot yet reach? Or someone that they cannot-or do not- want to tell…
How many have felt the same pressure from others
To handle more, to excel and still have energy for another day?
(but I can’t I can’t it hurts…)
How many others have felt, have seen themselves change?
And so quickly!
Years speed by, accelerating with every aging day
Sometimes I sit up in bed panicking
Because I can feel the sands of time cascading through my fingers
Sometimes I can’t fall asleep
Because I remember everything that has happened,
And I cringe at every mistake, every slip
And I see again how friends grow apart, enemies grow together
And I feel every letter of knowledge that has embedded itself in my mind
-and every letter that is absent, locked away behind the mist
-and every letter I have yet to learn, and cannot wait
And then I sense the road again, with its innumerable branches
I can feel where I come from, but can only stumble on blindly where my feet point and the hand guides
Perhaps out there is another me, in another universe that saw where the other road leads. There is little comfort in the thought.
So I struggle on, just me and my memories
I watch others, and see that I see the road differently.
Or maybe I see the same thing, but I can walk to the side and see something more. I did not know I knew how to until now.
Life’s a surprise.
I’m just discovering it.
But there’s so much to do
I try to keep my head up and remember how to see
I try to teach others and tell them what I see
Some understand
Some don’t, but listen anyway.
Most frustrating are those who don’t even bother to try it-
They don’t think there’s anything worth seeing
They think what they sense can be the only thing that can exist.
There is a whispered roar of thoughts at this.
It is a good thing I like arguing.
Life’s surprise isn’t only what is to be discovered
who there is to share with
But fate itself, the irony
Where you hear the universe laughing at you.
I’m learning to laugh as well- as soon as I see what’s so funny.
Especially now- how delicate relationships can be
What was simple had more depth than an iceberg
What was complex was only many ways of looking at the same thing.
And then the unexpected happens
-or maybe not so unexpected
And our perception is changed forever.
More questions
Harder to answer. If they have an answer.
What is right? What is wrong?
Who says you can’t stand in between?
I marvel at the grandmothers and grandfathers who have taken all that life has thrown.
Do they know the answers to all the questions?
How overwhelming that must be!
But their tired bodies are looking forward to sleep
While I have just begun my day.
The Elegant Universe
To see the universe on a piece of paper, power shining undiminished, depicted by a few elegant equations and to know that this is only the beginning of the journey…
This is what awaits me.
The universe calls, and I will answer it.
Sleeper’s Prayer
Convince me today’s a dream that has not happened yet tomorrow
Convince me life’s a dream so I can look forward to waking up.