Category: Writers Block
Upon suggestion by another user, I have decided to post my poems, all of them, on this one topic. In this way, people can read all of my work in one location, or skip it, without having to navigate baca and forth between categories.
Soon See Someday
Will I soon see someday,
Will I soon see rain,
Will the rain come here,
And take me away?
My land is hard,
SO cold and dry,
The waste so deep,
Hard to defy.
You are my rain,
You are my wet,
The one who will come,
And pay her debt.
She is the waste,
The one who bends,
The one who pushes,
The one who molds.
She hasn't ceased,
She never will,
She yearns to take,
She yearns to kill.
I will soon see someday,
I will soon see rain,
The rain will come here,
And take me away.
Faded Life
New wall,
New paint,
It is my novelty,
It is my only,
And you are not here.
Shabby wall,
Pealing paint,
It is the same,
The same every day,
And you are not here.
Rotten planks,
Squeaking stairs,
My sanctuary,
My prison,
And you are not here.
Closed door,
Dead lock,
I'll never leave,
I'm going insane,
Where are you?
A Million Suns
It is a faded room,
Walls old, washed out green,
Like green crayons melted to nothing,
Carpet a dingy, bleached white,
Like plastic paper drowned of its color,
And me, faded jeans torn to tatters,
White shirt, yellow spots,
And no way out,
Because I am faded,
Washed out to nothing and no one,
Locked in this washed out room,
My life a look out the window,
The faded window,
The window that has let in a million suns,
The million burning suns,
Before the glory that is you,
The vibrance in my faded room,
The new paint on the old walls,
The mold that remakes what was once a new crayon,
Into something better,
Because another million suns will not drown you out,
Will not take what you leave,
Will not drown it of its color,
Because you are unfadable,
And here to stay,
To draw me from being faded,
To glory with you,
Trusting and new.
Heavy Coat of Lies
Donned long and worn,
Held tattered and torn,
I wear my coat,
My coat of lies,
My heavy coat of lies,
I wear it long,
And roll it short,
Part hidden, part exposed,
Most layered, some thin,
A patchwork of lying glory,
Layers of truthful tatter,
I hold it together,
I wear it long,
I wear it glorious,
Glorious and hidden,
Tattered glory,
A patchwork of truth.
Marking Time
time stretches,
days wait,
silence flows around a dark-meadowed field,
days counted,
hours spent,
seconds never to return,
time lost,
time gained,
but not,
life marked.
Night Wind
It is sunrise
The chimes ring
The birds draw their heads from behind their wings
The door opens.
They fly and fly
And play bird games
And sit in trees waiting for the wind to come.
It is noon
The sun shines high
The chimes sing their songs
The birds speak in bird tongues
The breeze blows and branches wave their midday waves
The peace is beauty
The beauty is new and whole.
Birds peck at ground
Little insects' raw fear stands tangible
It stands like snow or branches
Blowing in waves and waving in anguish
Until the birds turn the wind away.
It is sunset
The sky is crimson
Like blood dripping from clouds of flesh
Clouds covering the blood in shadow
Chimes sing a sad sad song
The last of the chime songs
The birds are shoo'd from their home
Never to return.
Dusk falls
New creatures rise from the holes
The night is vibrant and sinister
No chimes sing
No birds fly.
It is night
Branches wave to shed their day layers
Sharp spikes come to life, to prey on unsuspecting
Holes dig themselves by night
To cover again by day
Creatures of the vibrant sinister night float from the shadows
Draped in their gowns of evil grace
Trees dress for the occasion
In the sinister clothes of hunters
Preying upon the hunted
And a girl comes home
Changed
And the birds pop out
Draped in claws and blood and gore
And the girl fights
Powerless against the quary wind
Who hits and scratches
In control of all being
Birds of gore and prey prevent her passage
Sharp spikes stab and cut
Trees wave their graceful evil arms
And she is home
Where no chimes sing
Where trees prey with evil graceful arms
Where birds bite and stab and take greed
And the wind eggs them on
With cheers and jeers and leers of fury.
No, not really poetic, but it is... kind of.
Shrouded Shadow
The feet pound, shadows melt in the dark dance floor.
I stand near you, crumble into you, hold your hand, and dancing feet move on the dancing day.
You hold me near, tender, as the feet dance into shrouded shadow.
Shrouded shadow, shrouded shadow, I am shrouded shadow.
I am shrouded shadow in shrouded darkness, and the feet dance.
The feet dance as I, shrouded shadow in shrouded darkness, dance with you, shrouded mist in shrouded shadow.
I am enveloping you, holding you, spinning you, rocking you.
And the feet dance, unheard music in shrouded shadow, shrouded mist, shrouded darkness.
I am a dancer, a dancer in this world.
This world is shrouded shadow, mist in shrouded darkness.
I am shrouded shadow, shrouded mist in fog and darkness.
Gowns brush, blend and dance, and feet fall around, as the world turns.
Again, not really a poem. It sounds unnatural, but I was depressed for a year after I stayed one night in that hotel. It was ugly. So here.
Wrecktel
Icy winter air races through the cracks
under a door not close to insulated.
A tap spins uselessly round an axle made of rusty metal,
even if it did work, it likely wouldn't come warm.
Lights flipped up in a worthless effort to light the dark,
it's clear the place hasn't been seen to in years.
Objects that land on the hard surfaces of this dark, cold, dank place stay,
nothing's worth bugs in the stomach.
Pillows wear thin, dirty, stained,
until their cushion wanes to nothing.
Don't judge what you get, because it could be worse.
You know who you are, and you know why.
Virus
Why do you put yourself down
When you are handsome
Knowing
Understanding
Talented
Lovely?
When you put it off
That you can help
Be trusted
Be counted upon
Be kind
And not put the fear of God in me?
You do it right
Because you have flakes
Flakes falling off you in all directions
Flakes of pride
Flakes of anger
Anger, that weapon
You hold it ahead of you
Cutting a path
And you hold it in front of you
Blocking everyone else out.
You told me
You lied
That I had broken your fortress
That I had convinced you to take a risk
All I did
Was convince you to play.
All you care about
Is sexual glory
A moan here
A nauseating shake there
Every time you do something
You want a reaction
A sexual reaction
A reaction to beat all others
And you want sexual gestures
What is love to you?
You say now that you hate love
Maybe you do
Maybe it has hurt you so much
When what really happened is
That you hurt it.
Little Square Box
I open the door
To my little square box.
It is familiar
It is dreaded
It is loved.
I know its corners
I know its edges
I know who'll be there
I know who will not.
I see it from the door
I see the trapping space
I watch the webs
Stretch out and take me
And bring me to my prison.
I see the bed
That I know so well
And the radio
That has shattered silence
I love my little square box
It is my prison home and shelter from the rain.
Don't judge. I wrote this at 2 AM.
The Bridal Crown
The cold wind,
Shadow soul,
Underbrush rustle,
Dark mist between,
A black flare,
Dark flame,
Moonless sky,
No torch to hold,
I wander,
Moonless night,
Dark whistle,
Stormy light,
I look for the gown,
The bridle gown,
White and dark,
My bridle gown,
Black and lit,
My bridle crown,
Look for the crown,
For the gown of dark white,
For the crown of black light,
In the storm of dark night,
Look for the sound,
Of the long-lost tone,
Of your voice,
Singing low,
Singing sad,
Lost to the trees,
And the bridle gown,
Burning crown,
Long-lost tone,
Ragged with age,
With mold and rot,
You lay in wait,
With the bridle gown,
And the burning crown,
And the long-lost tone,
Ragged with age,
With dust and dirt,
And storm debris,
Garbled tone,
Last tone,
Dying tone,
Bridle gown,
Melted crown.
this is all amazing! my poems in the other hand... let's just say it sucks. :d
Here's a little something interesting I wrote a few days ago...
Sacred Slow Motion
I remember
Two weeks ago
We sat together
I said I wouldn't go
Until they left me
And then they left me
And I left you for 30 long minutes
But then I came back to you
Then we stayed up too late
Then you told me
I was different
I was better than what they believed
Then we cuddled
In silent friendliness
It seems so long and so far away
We were just these two people
Innocent people
Sitting together in obstinate kindness
Now it feels like
Everything's falling in sacred slow motion
Everything's staying behind
Now it feels like
You are the only
You are the single
Most important thing in my life
And while it still scares me
I know deep inside me
That you won't hurt me
That nothing will pull us apart
Now I recall
The day after
We talked and we laughed
And we sat on that couch
And ate pizza
And we bonded
Now it seems so long and so far away
We were just these two people
Not so innocent people
Sitting together in loving silence
Now it feels like
Everything's falling in sacred slow motion
And nothing can stop us now
We're invincible
Unstoppable
It's so hard to believe
That we've come this far
After only being together
For this long
Now I'm falling
Free falling
Free falling for you faster than I realized
We're not falling in sacred slow motion
We're falling at the highest speed
I can't comprehead it
But you'll help me forget it
The life I'm leaving behind for you
It's fallen in sacred slow motion
Fallen behind me now
You and I have completely
Separated from our pasts
And whether I find myself wondering
Someday what they're doing now
I know I did the right thing
In letting them go
In forgetting the whole wretched group of them.
I know, there are line length variations, there are repetitive lines in some places,
and yes, I also know that it looks VERY naive and teenage from the outside.
Ahem, the word in one of the lines, I think it was comprehead... no, that's supposed to
be comprehend. curse my tired fingers.
And this one is a really short one that I wrote while being bored stiff at my nephew's
baseball game this past Wednesday.
Scars will Hold On
Bruises will fade
But scars will hold on
They say time will heal everything
They say you'll be over it someday
They give you religion
Make you feel hopeful
Then you pray for years
And have it all
Torn from you
They say the past ain't the future
And they tell you you need to let go
They give you therapy
To help you cope with it
Then the counselor
Screws it all
Over you
You keep walking ahead
Till your life turns into
A series of closing doors
You play it all fine
Till your life becomes
A patchwork of covers
And bandaids
And melted skin
Avoidance and lying
Twisting the truth
Weaving your words
And hoping they never find out
They say time will heal everything
They say you'll be over it someday
Bruises will fade
But scars will hold on.
You write well.
Thanks... sometimes i look back on stuff from past years, and think "Whoa, you were
actually delusional enough to write something like this?" then think "Well, I guess it
shows where I was in life at that time."
Here's a little something that came out of thin air at me last night. It's kinda a partial prose poem, some of the lines are ridiculously long compared to others, and some may consider it overly repetitive.
Keep Thinking
Keep thinking
I'll find you
In the folds of my life.
Keep thinking
I'll find you
Hidden in fantasy.
Keep thinking
You'll stumble
Down the stairs
Like you used to
And hold me
And say sweet nothings
Like you used to.
Keep thinking
You're still in my pocket.
But somewhere in my heart
I know that you've moved on
You've found another
You're living another
Another precious life
Another precious moment
And I'm still here
In this fantasy.
Keep thinking
I'll find you
Sitting in your reading chair
Keep thinking
I'll find you
Typing away on the keyboard
Keep thinking
You'll still be
Here when I come back for you.
But I know
Inside me
That my house is so empty
My rooms are so bare
You're missing now
Living now
Somewhere that isn't here.
Keep thinking
I'll reach out
And find you waiting
Keep thinking
I'll come home
And you'll rush to my side.
Just have to face the facts
You're long gone now
You're never coming back
And I should have never thought you would.
Keep thinking
I'll turn around
And see you by my side
Keep thinking
I'll reach for you
And find you in my pocket.
This is more disjointed metaphor than poetry, but here.
Liberty Tower
I'll just keep being your liberty tower,
Stone walls and white facade,
Never let you see how much it hurts,
I'll just keep sitting here,
I'll just keep holding on,
As if I didn't know,
As if I wasn't jealous,
As if I wasn't trying my hardest to be free,
I'll just keep being your liberty tower,
Marble columns and double doors,
Bend me to your will,
I'll submit to you,
Never let you see that my walls are breaking,
Never let you see that my insides are falling,
Never make you watch while I crash and burn,
Never crash and burn.
These aren't too bad. You might look into changing your form though. Your
style might work a little better in a prose poem rather than a lyric poem on
some of these. Ironically my favorites were the ones you thought weren't
poetic. Make the one about the hotel a prose poem and you'd have a great start
to a good poem. I applaud you for putting yourself out for all to see though.
I like your new poems, Mikaela!
Thanks Cody. I used to do this and hate everyone for constructive criticism. I know some of these are more disjointed than others, especially to a trained person, which you seem to be. In any case, now I appreciate the help. I sttted writing random bits of poetry when I was in 6th grade as a coping mechanism, and it just became a habit after that.
Back with another something. I believe I wrote this in May.
Checks in Stone
I am silently lying
on a bed with a man
silently singing
a song of fantasy
but haunted memories hit me
even in bed with this man
even in this man's arms
the night we slid apart
rain drops in a blue sky
gray clouds surrounding the sun
and a moon, full and high
shedding its light in my eyes
we were normal
the closest thing you could find
an ordinary couple
shallow but divinely familiar
we never took it too deep
even on that night
that night we slid apart
me without a trace
leaving only checks in stone
checks like lines of dried tears
on the stone cheek
of the stone girl
laying in the arms
of a stone man
checks in stone
covering her body
like wounds, leaking invisible blood
like tear tracks, left behind by invisible tears
as i slid away
into the night
without a trace
leaving two checks in stone
and one for every day
one for every silence
one for every moment i think of you
my stone body is lined with stone checks
stone wounds of stone blood
stone cuts and stone scars
in the arms of a stone man
my choice to rise
taking my stone scars
my checks in stone
on my next journey
Something I wrote in September. Do with it what you will.
Fall a little Faster
I am flying,
But I have no wings,
I am running,
But I have no legs,
I am speaking,
But I have no voice,
No words,
No way to scream that I need you,
No way to run, to fly to you,
No way to beg for release.
I am crying,
But I have no tears,
I am yelling,
But I have no vigor,
I am fighting,
But I have no weapons,
No sword,
No dagger,
No way to stop the spiral.
Spiraling and spiraling,
I am out of control,
Falling faster and faster,
Just a little bit faster,
Where is the end?
What did I do?
Where is the foolish abandon that I knew minutes before?
I am writing,
But I have no pen,
I am singing,
But I have no lyrics,
I am clinging,
But I have no holds,
No end,
No escape,
No release.
these are great, Mikaela! wow, you're a better writer then I am. :) great job!
This fits my mood right now. I wrote it in September, according to the document properties.
Can't Find Home
I could curl into a ball tonight
Because I can't find you
I can't find happiness
Or the words I used to sing
The tunes I used to play
The chords I used to strum
I can't find my center
My one and only good memory
I can't find what I've lost
In this sea of broken words
Broken words and phrases
Broken songs and traces
Of lives not lived
Stories untold
All lost in this sea of broken bones
This sea of tragedy
I am falling
In this sea of broken bones
I could curl into a ball tonight
Because I can't find you
I can't find home.
A lot of these are very good.