Random poems; mostly from my creative writing class from 3 years ago. |
Reflection Passing it by For months, even years. No one is at the boat dock today. Heavy flakes of snow Fall lightly on the frozen lake. Complete silence; complete solitude. Should I just sit still? Or should I floor it, Equalizing the cold and hurt I feel inside with the Physical numbness the vast, beautiful lake Will bring? Something inside stops me. I sit and enjoy the peace, calm And nature before me. There will be other days. -------------------------------------------------------------- In the Present In the present, she will wait, For what she cannot have. But still the girl is full of hate. She has waited for so long, Weary with patience In the present, she will wait For a tiny gift Bestowed to someone else. But still the girl is full of hate For someone close to her. Time passes slowly In the present she will wait For a time when Happiness will be hers. But still the girl is full of hate. A day will come when the dawn Rises on her endless dusk. In the present, she will wait, But still the girl is full of hate. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Missing In the morning light Lying naked on the ground Hope has disappeared ---------------------------------------------------- Metaphor of Me (or simile, can't remember which!) My life is like a cloudy day The sun gone Surrounding gloom Hope lost. ------------------------------------------------------------- Dream There you are, In my dreams again Floating around like a small fish In a vast sea of uncertainty. Why do you reappear continuously, Pestering me like a fly? I love you so much, Yet saddened by your presence In my disturbed mind. You are not real. Not yet, at least. I try to hold on to your fleeting reality, But a twister seems to come and Take you away each time. I hate waking up. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Feeling I hate when you look at me like that, Just staring into my eyes, Catching my soul on fire Looking right into me, Reading me ------------------------------------------------------------------- Cashier's Perspective I give you a friendly smile, You give me a blank stare. I politely say "hello", You say nothing in return. I do something out of my way for you, You do not thank me. Your simple inadequacies That you give no second thought to Bring me down each day. Does it hurt to be kind? ------------------------------------------------------------------ Into the Void (this one I wrote for a contest on here :) Pain consuming me Inch by inch, Lying awake in bed, Unwanted thoughts devouring my mind, My sanity. They come out at night, Like bats fleeing their dark cave, Pestering me. I silently try to run away from them. Unfulfilled wishes, Personal inadequacies, And hate for others Cloud my mind. Worry, Sadness, And anger Are more than I can take. Sleep finally finds me Amongst the turmoil And willingly, searching for escape, I fall Into the void. |