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Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Poetry madness!!!
and today shall henceforth be known as Über-poetry day! i'll post lots of poems for ya! (because i've forgotten to the last few days... ehh, heh) enjoy!
Hued
there's a tone in the day
between day and night
somewhere in the twighlight inbetween
that's only seen in the islands.
you have too look between the trees
and see through the branches,
using the needles as looking glasses
seeing into another world
of hues strewn above the sound.
burnt clouds bruise the headlands,
the promantory with a shiner,
comforter of Puget Sound,
pulls the waters up around it's shoulders.
when the sky cries...
pouring out from every eye
tearing from the soul of every one
falling from the sky of every scene
the clouds drop down their woe.
salt seeps from every pore
tears reign the sighs
darkened over, hiding its face
all rains, sky obscured
and the world weeps.
another rain poem
the day it rains so much
the ground shakes
and shivers
Is the day the leaves
break and shudder
and fall down dead.
the day you hit the wall
it had all just seemed so
black and white
from that day on,
like when you hit your head
and everything, just for a moment
loses its color.
it all just made
so much sense.
don't see why i didn't see it before,
plain in sight, right infront of me,
staring me in the face,
so simple,
it was like taking three lefts
to make it all right.
you were running at life,
head on, screaming,
your own battle cry to the world
as you took it on, ready to
take it to the ground,
put its weight on your shoulders.
you were ready.
and then you hit the wall,
faceplant stage-dive,
stopped in your tracks,
immobile,
what could you do except look for a door?
you took the hard way out, climbing the wall,
going over and around it,
instead of through it,
opening the door.
you charged at life,
and it locked the door.
**note** all indents and tabs and cool spacing stuff i did for some of these poems got lost when it was translated into HTML... lovely... ah well... *sigh*
Hued
there's a tone in the day
between day and night
somewhere in the twighlight inbetween
that's only seen in the islands.
you have too look between the trees
and see through the branches,
using the needles as looking glasses
seeing into another world
of hues strewn above the sound.
burnt clouds bruise the headlands,
the promantory with a shiner,
comforter of Puget Sound,
pulls the waters up around it's shoulders.
when the sky cries...
pouring out from every eye
tearing from the soul of every one
falling from the sky of every scene
the clouds drop down their woe.
salt seeps from every pore
tears reign the sighs
darkened over, hiding its face
all rains, sky obscured
and the world weeps.
another rain poem
the day it rains so much
the ground shakes
and shivers
Is the day the leaves
break and shudder
and fall down dead.
the day you hit the wall
it had all just seemed so
black and white
from that day on,
like when you hit your head
and everything, just for a moment
loses its color.
it all just made
so much sense.
don't see why i didn't see it before,
plain in sight, right infront of me,
staring me in the face,
so simple,
it was like taking three lefts
to make it all right.
you were running at life,
head on, screaming,
your own battle cry to the world
as you took it on, ready to
take it to the ground,
put its weight on your shoulders.
you were ready.
and then you hit the wall,
faceplant stage-dive,
stopped in your tracks,
immobile,
what could you do except look for a door?
you took the hard way out, climbing the wall,
going over and around it,
instead of through it,
opening the door.
you charged at life,
and it locked the door.
**note** all indents and tabs and cool spacing stuff i did for some of these poems got lost when it was translated into HTML... lovely... ah well... *sigh*
2 Comments:
Deepandmeaningful.... ms. p (mrs. blue!) would be proud!
Is this alessandra?!?!?! (Hehe, I'm sorry if it's not! You can ignore me...lalalaa) OMJ!!
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