Original Poems
 

Here's a couple I wrote a while ago.

A Rose

When a flower blooms
it seldom recognizes
the symptoms
of its own doom.
The petals wilt
as time goes on,
and withered cracks appear
on the pristine velvet
of the dying beauty.
The pity is that time can’t heal
The loss
Of one
As
Beautiful
As you…


RAINS

It was dirty, dry and dreary
as the sun beat hotly down,
The shimmers we saw clearly
as they wavered from the ground.

The rains they hadn’t come
as was wont to happen often,
but the clouds now brought the thrum,
of the heat’s end, like a coffin.

The skies did crash and break,
like the burst of dawns first light,
and so the ground did take,
the kiss of rains delight.

The rivers banks did burst,
a bubbling boiling mass,
and the waters brought their curse
into the deserts great morass.

They rushed along regardless
of the terror they brought forth,
as they ran into the yardless
plains, until they lost their force.

The rivers did subside
and life went on and weary,
but rains will come again
to the dirty, dry and dreary.

How funny - here's my rose poem:

A Rose
Blossoming so unsure
Withering at length to nothing
With beauty in between

I wrote this last night for my friend with BC who got chemo today (the last dose of AC) because Hallmark was found lacking... ;)

Here’s hoping when they’re groping,
They’ll find a lump reduction
Here’s wishing when they’re fishing
Veins will need no seduction

May all your blood tests come out right
And may your pee be nice and bright
But most of all on this chemo day
I just wanted to drop a note to say

Ah, Fuck cancer ;)

Awesome. All of them are awesome.

Ali, I just love your rose poem. I really do.

I wrote that one for my mum.

Here is a poem I acquired from an English teacher

Oranges
Door hinges

Oranges poranges, who says,
oranges poranges, who says,
oranges poranges, who says?
there ain't no rhyme for oranges!

--Witchipoo

Beautiful. It instantly caught me. has a kind of depth to it. A melacholy.

Thanks Dana. I know it wont win any prizes, but it means a lot to me.

Alright, I dont usually post these anywhere other than Myspace, but I figured there are alot of my friends who like them, so maybe some of you will also.
When I write, I usually have a melody in my head, and they are written in form of a song. They come fairly easy since the music helps dictate the lyrics. Here are a couple. And if anyone is interested, I can post more.

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Take Away

I'm not the only one who is broken,
But I am the only one to blame.
Sheaded fears like a distant memory
Reclaim their place within my mind.
Soaring like the eagles was too hard to control
And in selfishness I lost my soul.
I dreamed the only dream I was made of,
It took me higher then before.
To reach the mountains and touch the clouds
I breathed the air of some place else.
Can I watch the setting sun lay down
Before it crashes into the sea?
More distant then an echo
More haunting then a cry,
I turn to go run and hide.
The soft embrace of someone that I love
The chilling wayward smile that calls.
To walk the wonders and seach a lifetime
For things which are impossible to find.
If I stay here only one last time.
Will you wait for when I am done and tired?
Could this be whats left from all the years?
One last look of immortality.
My heart sings, "Can you take this pain away?"
My life brings hope and meaning through the days
This time, I will forget most everything
If you could take the pain away.
Laying down in an endless field
The wind sofy kisses my face
The skys above me, the earth below me
Know not how I fell.
The silver lining on the clouds
Are just a glimpse into the rageing storm
The lantern holds bright within this endless night
The city silence is its vow.
Can I hold you for this last goodbye?
Until the twilight is our shoud.
The echos of the childerns cries
Shouldnt be on muted ears.
I love you, could you take this pain away?
I found you, could you take me to a better place?
I want you, will you be my memory?
I cant do, anything without you
For all I've done and all I tried,
For all I've lost, I can confide
For what I want and who I am
For where I finish and begin
Tell me now one last time
Take my fears and take my pain
Take these regrets and this shame
Take this sorrow I dont want it now
Take this time and stay with me
Take my heart and my missery
Take this world I use to love
Take it now with all you can
To take it, to want it to love it to feel it, to hold me there one last time.

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Breathe Again

Through these days of steel
My walk thorugh life surreal
I come together,
As the only one
Chard from burning days
The sun's yellow rays
Blind my eyes
from the path I take.

And Im still trying
To take this path
But im still laying
On the one before

Now that we are here

Into unknown I know
Is the only no
Which surpassed me
At the top of my climb
Went up to breathe the air
With a glimce so rare
Painted portrait
On a canvas sky

Dreams from all ages
Lost in time
and their haunting
past defined

Broken bottles wash up on the sand
Communicating passing judgement
Allocating what is left
And when the final wave
Has gone and washed away
I will not be the one
who's left there on the shore

From last hope I hang
My thoughts boomerang
and bring me back
To their starting point.
Gone from here again
Cant see if it will begin
As Im waiting,
For just one touch

And Im trying,
To breathe again
As they're failing
To see what a loss.

Oh I liked them. They're strange and haunting.

I particularly liked this:

Weep not for me, I deserve no countenance
My petrified heart is the overture to the requiem
For the hearts I have shattered
Its stony beat
A lighthouse for those still to come.
Steer clear.

Count my tears by the streaks on my countenance,
redeem my heart with petrified overtures.
The stones my heart has shattered
steer clear of my lighthouse, and its stony beat.

You, too, should fear my love

If you encountered me in the park and peered into my baby carriage, would you be as fast to apply whorish eye make-up to my baby with a cleft lip, to make her more pleasing to your eye?

Why must there be a "spark" that animates me?
Because legions of seekers throughout time believed,
There must be a puppeteer, a glowing ember, to steer this machine?

I can love a Lamborghini, for what it achieves,
Why can’t I give the same respect to me?