Doth one protest thy deepest fears
Or doth one forget them
to let the winds whisk uncertainty
as it whisks away last year's leaves
Thy hopes dashed as
one smashes the butt of a cigarette
into the tray to destroy
the lingering flame.
Fire, it doth run within
trapping the hopes of freedom
behind lies and fear.
My eyes doth drift towards blackness
This blog was started for my Poetry class at Houghton College. (Spring 2012) In the spirit of writing I will continue to add new content when my mind would rather think in phrases.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Friday, September 12, 2014
The Epic Hope
Here is a story for the ages
One I hope you'll hear
And wish upon a star above
That maybe, this is more
than just an old wives' tale.
There was once a sea witch
Trapped in stone
Forever the object of scorn.
She caused the twenty years' war
The sailors swore.
As she silently pleaded with
those seafolk- who forgot.
The stories faded
but she remained
A relic.
Of times no longer known.
Stories, just stories.
Always just stories.
Her one hope
Was that love existed.
That love would rescue her.
She had been deceived by sailor.
He promised her many things.
She gave him power
Gave him strength.
He stole the throne
and left her alone.
To suffer the rage
of the cities.
They hunted her and
planned to slaughter her
as her lover had slaughtered
the ones they loved.
She swallowed a stone.
The mermaid sits on a pedestal.
Always watching for
the love she craves to know
Hope keeps her heart beating.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Catapult
I.
Shot through the sky
Burning as though on fire.
I sung for a second; I burned so bright.
Then I was snuffed out.
Destroyed as one lets a sparkler
fizzle into the night.
II.
Dear heart of stone
Let me break you
That you might be rebuilt
Into a home for the homeless
Or a place of refuge
I need to hurt you, to heal you.
III.
I cannot feel anything.
The air, it chokes me.
All is lost
I was so stupid
To have hoped I was more-
than a king's pawn.
Shot through the sky
Burning as though on fire.
I sung for a second; I burned so bright.
Then I was snuffed out.
Destroyed as one lets a sparkler
fizzle into the night.
II.
Dear heart of stone
Let me break you
That you might be rebuilt
Into a home for the homeless
Or a place of refuge
I need to hurt you, to heal you.
III.
I cannot feel anything.
The air, it chokes me.
All is lost
I was so stupid
To have hoped I was more-
than a king's pawn.
Love Lost
Some (not me) find love easy
to garner and hold.
Others (not me) find love challenging
but luck is there to give them hope.
Then there is me-
Luck's long gone
and love is lost.
Just a four letter word
That falls on deaf ears
That die to hear
the whispers of
a lover.
to garner and hold.
Others (not me) find love challenging
but luck is there to give them hope.
Then there is me-
Luck's long gone
and love is lost.
Just a four letter word
That falls on deaf ears
That die to hear
the whispers of
a lover.
Thrice I knocked
One, Two, Three
The door was locked.
I stood upon the lintel
Hoping that I would find
The Rest I sought.
Instead the door
stood still against cold
drafty winds
raging against raw skin.
They said my love was here.
The joke's on me.
I guess I should have known
That I'd hoped in vain.
The door was locked.
I stood upon the lintel
Hoping that I would find
The Rest I sought.
Instead the door
stood still against cold
drafty winds
raging against raw skin.
They said my love was here.
The joke's on me.
I guess I should have known
That I'd hoped in vain.
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