Staring, mesmerized by the night sky
Gazing as the twinkling stars go by when
Suddenly a pinprick turns into a blazing hole and I
And up into the abyss
Of a new beginning.
Waking up on stranger tides
To the sound of birds chirping
To the feel of hands pulling
To the push of minds begging
To start an adventure into a brave new world
And to begin anew.
Pulled through the cosmos of time and space
To a land fresh and new
Untainted by the clawing sin
Unremembered with those bitter, bittersweet memories
Of how life as we knew it was changing.
Leaving behind an overwhelming cup
That pushed and spilled into all those around it
Leaving behind only spilled milk and
Heartache for everyone.
Divorced from those distant earthly events
And finally piercing the fog of mind
To see the pains of those who have seen it coming,
Seen it coming for the longest time
And yet immobilized by fear
To use the past to change the future
But now the divorce
Of once lovers but now just guardians
Was underway and inevitable
So what could one do but escape
Into a land of mystery and adventure?
But life ain’t a fairy tale
And even if you escape the thoughts, no, the memories
Will be with me
So what can I do
But to pick up the pieces
Scattered like the stars in the sky
And move on
On past the roaring tides
On past the stardust in the heavens.
Okay before anyone worries NO my parents are not getting divorced thank goodness. The poem was influenced by some other things I’ve seen in my larger group of friends and family. I am very much lucky to live with a living mom and a caring dad, regardless of how distinction all our relationship can become at times.
on another note I’ve been feeling really emotionally drained lately. It’s been going on for a while, and even though intellectually or even materialistic ally I’ve been doing fine, really some part inside me is sorta screaming with he faintest shout. Not entirely sure what to do.
hope this week will end better.
when i was a young kid
we would always learn to play
with those around
who weren’t the same
who thought differently
and because we were young
and foolish and naive
we intermingled and laughed and fought
only when we disagreed over what color was better
or what cartoon was more captivating
but as we grew older we saw
of each other
like two continents drifting
two like charges repelling
keeping each other apart
by the hobbies we have.
why do we form these
excluding outsiders and
accepting only those like minded
into our little circle of trust
all things are connected
in one direction
why are online communities
by such harsh defining lines
to keep poets away from the learned,
the geeks away from the thoughtful?
can’t we just all be together as one,
facing the perils of the world
In joined hands rather than
On our own?
Oh my gosh a early poem yay and in other news I’ve been sleeping like 3/4ths of everyday I swear I’m becoming like Paul or Jade argh.
Not that they aren’t like the coolest real world/homestuck land people’s ever.
Inspired by a certain midnight conversation before that monster of a DBQ :P
People put on their displays
Of grandeur and of power
As if to prove to the world
One does not need to fear
And one easily overcomes the oceans.
Roaming the Earth twice over
Remove their real selves
From the scene of the crime
Creating a persona, an alter ego,
From an introverted shell
because isn’t it easier,
not just for me but for you
if we just all closed our eyes
that we were all supermen in our own special way
Swooping down and saving the world?
Even heroes have a right to dream.
Even people have a right to be
Their old, shameful, confused
beautiful, sensitive, caring
because who knows?
All it takes is a simple intro
To make an introvert
Into a real, not just faking
somehow I fell asleep and then woke up at 5 to finish the poem. man, reminds you of those great days in school where you had to do that with homework, right?
haha, good thing *I* never, ever do that … *shifts around eyes nervously*
Arbitrary standards are all that we know
Do we let them define our world so?
For numbers and letters
(That’s all that they are)
Have such an iron grip
On our minds
And the very sweat of our brow
By a scarlet A
or a small glaring D
With his hands of gold
That great king turns everything he touches
To that soft, luminescent, so listed after
Precious metal that fools dream of.
But is any dollar amount
Worth the price we pay
For pushing away those we care
And changing their fates to that of fame?
A bit tongue in cheek; first time i’ve actually had people reading my works. Especially strangers. Gotta be wary!
Please don’t feed my ego;
It is quite a delicate beast.
the way that it churns and billows
is nothing to say the least
It starts off as a young bud
fed by the comments and likes of peers
Until it triggers a flood
and grows with a nasty sneer
A box, 24 count, lined in rows
Of colors so vibrant and bright
They entered and drew all over my woes
And let me see the light.
As they scribbled and scrabbled and messed with my head
I felt a change taking place
Those crayons allowed me to be led
And my emotions left without a trace
So I’m really bad at this concept of time but apparently quite decent at the concept of time manipulation, where you just say “oh yeah i totally finished this homework 2 days ago”. So who cares if it’s actually 1:04 in the morning, it’s still April First somewhere in the world.
huddled masses walking around with destinations
of spectacular getaways and shining beaches
because what else would you be thinking
when we carry our emotions
to every place life takes us?