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Monday, March 28, 2005
the deeper meaning
oh boy... just ate some poppy seed cake and am feeling somewhere between hyper, pukey, sleepy, headachey, and homework-dreaking... lovely... anyway, here's a poem i wrote earlier today and last night. enjoy!
the deeper meaning
underneath my eyes
flickering in the wind
of my thoughts as they race
trying to get ahead in my mind,
battling it out to be in front,
a flame glows blue.
I don't really speak much
anymore
so I leave it to my words,
my letters, my inked sentences
penned or sketched,
so you can see inside.
mouth dried out,
noiseless now,
all it tastes is my own breath
stale and bitter as I sleep.
sometimes
in my dreams
I sing.
put out the flame!
put it out out out!
and let the coals burn to a dead red,
cold orange, or lifeless black.
The candles wicks are cut,
the lens in front grown foggy,
pale and grey,
expressionless.
blinded, colorless,
plain and immoving,
they stare straight ahead,
listening to the words I write,
the words that are never spoken
by the dream-speaker.
Open the mouth!
Speak! Sing! Scream!
Let it all out!
Strain and stretch,
crack the windows,
the resounding shatter breaks the voice.
Now the wetted tongue lolls
over every babbling word,
every mindless chattering,
and meaningless sentences dribble out
irrational and dumb.
Dull-eyed and mumbling,
the empty shell goes on,
nothing left inside,
all extinguished.
Nothing hidden in the corner of the
once grinning mouth,
hiding secret words,
secret smiles in the dark.
Nothing behind those
once burning eyes,
with life, play, tricks,
and twinkling in the sun and stars.
the deeper meaning
underneath my eyes
flickering in the wind
of my thoughts as they race
trying to get ahead in my mind,
battling it out to be in front,
a flame glows blue.
I don't really speak much
anymore
so I leave it to my words,
my letters, my inked sentences
penned or sketched,
so you can see inside.
mouth dried out,
noiseless now,
all it tastes is my own breath
stale and bitter as I sleep.
sometimes
in my dreams
I sing.
put out the flame!
put it out out out!
and let the coals burn to a dead red,
cold orange, or lifeless black.
The candles wicks are cut,
the lens in front grown foggy,
pale and grey,
expressionless.
blinded, colorless,
plain and immoving,
they stare straight ahead,
listening to the words I write,
the words that are never spoken
by the dream-speaker.
Open the mouth!
Speak! Sing! Scream!
Let it all out!
Strain and stretch,
crack the windows,
the resounding shatter breaks the voice.
Now the wetted tongue lolls
over every babbling word,
every mindless chattering,
and meaningless sentences dribble out
irrational and dumb.
Dull-eyed and mumbling,
the empty shell goes on,
nothing left inside,
all extinguished.
Nothing hidden in the corner of the
once grinning mouth,
hiding secret words,
secret smiles in the dark.
Nothing behind those
once burning eyes,
with life, play, tricks,
and twinkling in the sun and stars.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
long time no post
sorry everyone for the lack of poems, i was on spring break ^_^;;
But now, on with the show!!!
The Postal Service
Picked up a letter from the
postal service
today.
White envelope sealed stuck
just as always
a stamp.
return addressed label was
my own name
odd...
i don't remember this letter
or if i sent it to
myself.
i don't think i did, but there
it is, addressed to
and from
myself.
Alright, then I opened it up
ripping under the flap
jagged.
A piece of paper, white and
blue college ruled lines
one red sideways.
It was in blue ink, or was it
black? Ah well, it
doesn't really matter.
It filled about the whole page,
neatly scrawled and
slightly slanted.
At the top right next to the
'Dear' was my very
own name.
Well hey, it was addressed to me,
what do you think?
I read it through, the sketchy letters
looking familiar, like
mine.
Funny coincidence, I thought.
But then, sure enought, I'd
reached the end of it,
and there,
at the bottom,
my very own signiture,
my name, my letters and ink.
I read it again, and every line,
every repeated letter on the page,
every single redundant sentence,
it all read
"remember me."
But now, on with the show!!!
The Postal Service
Picked up a letter from the
postal service
today.
White envelope sealed stuck
just as always
a stamp.
return addressed label was
my own name
odd...
i don't remember this letter
or if i sent it to
myself.
i don't think i did, but there
it is, addressed to
and from
myself.
Alright, then I opened it up
ripping under the flap
jagged.
A piece of paper, white and
blue college ruled lines
one red sideways.
It was in blue ink, or was it
black? Ah well, it
doesn't really matter.
It filled about the whole page,
neatly scrawled and
slightly slanted.
At the top right next to the
'Dear' was my very
own name.
Well hey, it was addressed to me,
what do you think?
I read it through, the sketchy letters
looking familiar, like
mine.
Funny coincidence, I thought.
But then, sure enought, I'd
reached the end of it,
and there,
at the bottom,
my very own signiture,
my name, my letters and ink.
I read it again, and every line,
every repeated letter on the page,
every single redundant sentence,
it all read
"remember me."
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
ah, march...
just a quick shout out to my buddy Sharky! Happy days! yay for posting! and most of all...
Happy Birthday!!! o<(:~)
just a quick poem for y'all :)
the poem never read
a poem found
litt'ring the ground
scattered around on
folded white papers.
crinkled and bent,
worn ink spent
one piece lent to
marking a book.
trodden and old
not published or sold
warm words turn to cold as
the draft makes them shiver.
never been read
by one lit'rate head
or taken to bed as
light nighttime reading.
so there it waits
just out the gates
but now is too late to
read this one over.
i'll sweep it up,
drop the pieces in a cup,
it'll be enough for a
ne'er read poem.
Happy Birthday!!! o<(:~)
just a quick poem for y'all :)
the poem never read
a poem found
litt'ring the ground
scattered around on
folded white papers.
crinkled and bent,
worn ink spent
one piece lent to
marking a book.
trodden and old
not published or sold
warm words turn to cold as
the draft makes them shiver.
never been read
by one lit'rate head
or taken to bed as
light nighttime reading.
so there it waits
just out the gates
but now is too late to
read this one over.
i'll sweep it up,
drop the pieces in a cup,
it'll be enough for a
ne'er read poem.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
jammin'!
ok, so last friday i took part in a Poetry Jam. quite fun!! i think i'll have to do the next one, too ^_^
some of these poems might sound like fragments or might not make sense, but hey, it was a jam, we were kind of working off of each other's poems. go to The Scroll to read some more of the poems in the jam. those people rock my socks!
here are some of the poems i put into the jam:
((this one is about The Odyssey, the person before me wrote a poem about the sirens in it.))
far from home
traveling on
day passes into day
and it all repeats itself,
over and again,
ride one wave, then two
up, down, plunging deep the bow
and the odyssey continues.
((i don't like this one too much... ehh... it's about... umm... air?))
here to there is
all full of it.
between you and me,
that's what it is:
just air.
wall to wall, front to back
that's all that holds us together
the stale air we breathe.
((i really like this one!! :3 ))
i see but don't touch
want and cannot feel
just out of grasp and right up against me.
restricted.
like a cookie jar on a
high shelf
and I, I the child
teetering
one-footed
balancing
on a three-legged stool
on the tiled clay floor.
slip.
there it goes...
((Ode to the Jam! makes me really want ice cream sandwiches...))
it's a who's-it
a what's-it
that's-it, an it's-it.
wand'ring the halls
bouncing from the walls
staggering between,
rambling on through life.
unknown, i'm who's-it,
walking through where's-it
not knowing where to go next.
a cause, don't know what's-it
but on i go! ahead!
running at the who know's what:
my goal, aim high!
aha! there it is!
the that's-it i've found!
what i've been searching for
this whole when's-it time!
so that's it, like tag, who's it?
where's it? right here.
when's it? right now.
why's it? just 'cause.
what's it? let's jam!
it's it! jam on!
((ooooh, and angry poem! :) err, i mean, grr! >:-) ))
stirred and foaming
frothing red
it boils up my veins,
surging.
eyes narrowed,
stinging, staring,
burning those within their gaze
measuring them up and down,
sizing up the world,
plotting, scheming.
hot breaths,
tight fists,
knuckles white, shaking,
and rage lets fly.
((gotta love those card games... :) ))
quick
pass the cards around,
one more deal,
once more around,
let's go.
jack, queen, ace, spade.
who's got the king?
straight? flush? full house?
toss in the chips,
one more go.
terrible draw,
it's all over now,
bluffing? no.
winning? impossible.
i fold.
((and to top it of, a love-ish poem!! yay! warm and fuzzy... kind of unlike me to write love poems, but whatever... ;) ))
some day
i don't know which yet
but some day i will,
i will tell you what i mean.
i'll tell you what i meant when i said
"you're funny," and threw leaves at you
and smiled, laughing
both of us.
some day i'll tell you what i was thinking when i
tackled you down to the ground,
joking with all of your friends, playing,
all of us.
then i'll tell you why i didn't say it before,
"i love you."
and we were silent, because i'd finally said it,
the truth.
some day,
i don't know which yet,
but some day i will,
i will tell you what i mean.
some of these poems might sound like fragments or might not make sense, but hey, it was a jam, we were kind of working off of each other's poems. go to The Scroll to read some more of the poems in the jam. those people rock my socks!
here are some of the poems i put into the jam:
((this one is about The Odyssey, the person before me wrote a poem about the sirens in it.))
far from home
traveling on
day passes into day
and it all repeats itself,
over and again,
ride one wave, then two
up, down, plunging deep the bow
and the odyssey continues.
((i don't like this one too much... ehh... it's about... umm... air?))
here to there is
all full of it.
between you and me,
that's what it is:
just air.
wall to wall, front to back
that's all that holds us together
the stale air we breathe.
((i really like this one!! :3 ))
i see but don't touch
want and cannot feel
just out of grasp and right up against me.
restricted.
like a cookie jar on a
high shelf
and I, I the child
teetering
one-footed
balancing
on a three-legged stool
on the tiled clay floor.
slip.
there it goes...
((Ode to the Jam! makes me really want ice cream sandwiches...))
it's a who's-it
a what's-it
that's-it, an it's-it.
wand'ring the halls
bouncing from the walls
staggering between,
rambling on through life.
unknown, i'm who's-it,
walking through where's-it
not knowing where to go next.
a cause, don't know what's-it
but on i go! ahead!
running at the who know's what:
my goal, aim high!
aha! there it is!
the that's-it i've found!
what i've been searching for
this whole when's-it time!
so that's it, like tag, who's it?
where's it? right here.
when's it? right now.
why's it? just 'cause.
what's it? let's jam!
it's it! jam on!
((ooooh, and angry poem! :) err, i mean, grr! >:-) ))
stirred and foaming
frothing red
it boils up my veins,
surging.
eyes narrowed,
stinging, staring,
burning those within their gaze
measuring them up and down,
sizing up the world,
plotting, scheming.
hot breaths,
tight fists,
knuckles white, shaking,
and rage lets fly.
((gotta love those card games... :) ))
quick
pass the cards around,
one more deal,
once more around,
let's go.
jack, queen, ace, spade.
who's got the king?
straight? flush? full house?
toss in the chips,
one more go.
terrible draw,
it's all over now,
bluffing? no.
winning? impossible.
i fold.
((and to top it of, a love-ish poem!! yay! warm and fuzzy... kind of unlike me to write love poems, but whatever... ;) ))
some day
i don't know which yet
but some day i will,
i will tell you what i mean.
i'll tell you what i meant when i said
"you're funny," and threw leaves at you
and smiled, laughing
both of us.
some day i'll tell you what i was thinking when i
tackled you down to the ground,
joking with all of your friends, playing,
all of us.
then i'll tell you why i didn't say it before,
"i love you."
and we were silent, because i'd finally said it,
the truth.
some day,
i don't know which yet,
but some day i will,
i will tell you what i mean.
1 Comments:
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At 3/08/2005,
Betsy said...
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lovely!... as always!
*knocks on wood for thacher*
did you give them a good word for me!?... WELL DID YOU!!???
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Archaelin defined
The ancient one
of mind and spirit
wise beyond years
yet young of the time.
too old to know any better,
to small to care anymore,
all i have to do is to be
and to write it all down.
life's too slow to stop to smell the roses
to fast to drag on forever
a split second of a day in the life
all there is is now: the past's future, futures past.
tic toc toc toc
stuck on the minute
let's go, we're late
but the clock says we're immobile.
running through space to catch up with time
stopping to let it follow us,
moving ahead and pushing it all backward
leaving me behind.
of mind and spirit
wise beyond years
yet young of the time.
too old to know any better,
to small to care anymore,
all i have to do is to be
and to write it all down.
life's too slow to stop to smell the roses
to fast to drag on forever
a split second of a day in the life
all there is is now: the past's future, futures past.
tic toc toc toc
stuck on the minute
let's go, we're late
but the clock says we're immobile.
running through space to catch up with time
stopping to let it follow us,
moving ahead and pushing it all backward
leaving me behind.
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