It would be sad, I think,
To be trapped forever in winter
For the winter world is so bleak
For there’s no green, purple, or pink.
We could never see our bluebirds
Or monarchs in clear skies,
We would have to clear a path
Every day, which quickly dies.
Every year, sliced by wind,
Every season, blind by snow.
And no matter where you look,
Not a thing would grow.
Yes, the children would laugh and sing,
It’s in their nature
To make a game of everything.
But what about pneumonia, frost bite?
These are surely not a snore.
Dear sirs and madams,
You may think that I’m a bore,
But not everyone has heat
Nor the means to make, I think
Stumble home weak and bleary
Pass me by, though it makes you teary,
I am your poetry, your love,
You once said we fit
Like a well made glove.
Guess what? I have you now
You opened your arms,
You're not going, may as well bow
It's two in the morning,
Don't you remember dear?
This is the time you've got me to fear.
You read others,
Thus calling me
And now, my "master"
My jealousy you'll see.
I'll take your hand against your will,
And make you write,
Stop struggling! Sit still!
You've worked all day, now write all night.
You've had a bad week, I'll set you right.
I know you've missed me, I've felt your pain.
Now you'll sit till you think
Of a
In a cocoa sea
One so soft,
Sweet like me.
The other hard and forgiving not
As disastrous as the end of "...Shalott"
One so powerful, strong as me,
One so meek and humble, see?
Both are white and very diff,
What's the purpose to cause a tiff?
Both may share the greatest sea,
But only one would kill us,
See?
There is a reason for this.
I know it, and in my mind I cry for an answer.
A horses hoof pawing the ground.
Useless, perhaps. For some reason I feel...
Not made for this.
Perhaps if I was made anew.
But how to do this?
I feel as though my mind is chained, struggling.
An ox, throwing his weight against the yolk,
But the load is too much.
There is a reason for this.
Perhaps it is only joy.
A bird in flight, sweet strain, that is the price of freedom.
Thinking constantly of nature,
That's where it started,
The answer should be there.
Ox again
Am I not meant to reach it?
Image of something in a cage.
Understand the cage is ignorance.
Do you still love me
As much as when we began?
Has your fondness stopped-
Its length already ran?
I love you more than ever,
Dear baby, this is true.
But can the same thing, my dear,
Be also said of you?
I know I'm rather quick to doubt,
So fast to the worst conclu.-
But you're always running late my love,
To work and to meet me too.
I don't want to be a jealous one
No, that would never do,
But, my love, it seems to me,
Four hours is not too soon.
Work is where I see you,
My sun, my earth, my sky.
But you're always running late my love,
Or doing overtime.
And this is not a criticism,
You know how proud I am
To have all to my self,
An honest
God will attend
To each mans needs
Each woman and childs' too
A mansion in the sky for most.
But a mansion would make me blue.
Give me instead a little house
Two small rooms would do.
And all of honeysuckle vines
With honey and ivory blooms.
The air so full of birdsound
And the flapping of their wings
And as they flapped and circled about
Hymns of Joy they'd sing.
My house would be a lonesome one
To social butterflies,
But to me
The passings through of family
Would plenty of joy provide
And children laughing, running through
Rampant with harmony.
Did I tell you of the forest-
In which my cottage would lie?
Ancient trees of every kind
Through
Hold me too tightly
And I will away.
Hold me too loosely,
I will not stay.
Hold me like water
In a barren land,
Hold me to keep me,
But when I must, let me go.
In all my life I strive
Like water to be
So that in my eternity
Peaceful I'll be
Calm and forgiving-
But able to freeze.
Accepting and flowing,
Lovely to see.
Consequences are simple;
Do not let me move
I will go stagnant
Make me too mad
And I will run rampant
Hold me too tight,
I will seek to escape
Hold me like water
In a thirsting mans' hand.
And never push me
To make a stand.
Then I will stay
And make our lives grand.
It would be sad, I think,
To be trapped forever in winter
For the winter world is so bleak
For there’s no green, purple, or pink.
We could never see our bluebirds
Or monarchs in clear skies,
We would have to clear a path
Every day, which quickly dies.
Every year, sliced by wind,
Every season, blind by snow.
And no matter where you look,
Not a thing would grow.
Yes, the children would laugh and sing,
It’s in their nature
To make a game of everything.
But what about pneumonia, frost bite?
These are surely not a snore.
Dear sirs and madams,
You may think that I’m a bore,
But not everyone has heat
Nor the means to make, I think
Stumble home weak and bleary
Pass me by, though it makes you teary,
I am your poetry, your love,
You once said we fit
Like a well made glove.
Guess what? I have you now
You opened your arms,
You're not going, may as well bow
It's two in the morning,
Don't you remember dear?
This is the time you've got me to fear.
You read others,
Thus calling me
And now, my "master"
My jealousy you'll see.
I'll take your hand against your will,
And make you write,
Stop struggling! Sit still!
You've worked all day, now write all night.
You've had a bad week, I'll set you right.
I know you've missed me, I've felt your pain.
Now you'll sit till you think
Of a
In a cocoa sea
One so soft,
Sweet like me.
The other hard and forgiving not
As disastrous as the end of "...Shalott"
One so powerful, strong as me,
One so meek and humble, see?
Both are white and very diff,
What's the purpose to cause a tiff?
Both may share the greatest sea,
But only one would kill us,
See?
There is a reason for this.
I know it, and in my mind I cry for an answer.
A horses hoof pawing the ground.
Useless, perhaps. For some reason I feel...
Not made for this.
Perhaps if I was made anew.
But how to do this?
I feel as though my mind is chained, struggling.
An ox, throwing his weight against the yolk,
But the load is too much.
There is a reason for this.
Perhaps it is only joy.
A bird in flight, sweet strain, that is the price of freedom.
Thinking constantly of nature,
That's where it started,
The answer should be there.
Ox again
Am I not meant to reach it?
Image of something in a cage.
Understand the cage is ignorance.
Do you still love me
As much as when we began?
Has your fondness stopped-
Its length already ran?
I love you more than ever,
Dear baby, this is true.
But can the same thing, my dear,
Be also said of you?
I know I'm rather quick to doubt,
So fast to the worst conclu.-
But you're always running late my love,
To work and to meet me too.
I don't want to be a jealous one
No, that would never do,
But, my love, it seems to me,
Four hours is not too soon.
Work is where I see you,
My sun, my earth, my sky.
But you're always running late my love,
Or doing overtime.
And this is not a criticism,
You know how proud I am
To have all to my self,
An honest
God will attend
To each mans needs
Each woman and childs' too
A mansion in the sky for most.
But a mansion would make me blue.
Give me instead a little house
Two small rooms would do.
And all of honeysuckle vines
With honey and ivory blooms.
The air so full of birdsound
And the flapping of their wings
And as they flapped and circled about
Hymns of Joy they'd sing.
My house would be a lonesome one
To social butterflies,
But to me
The passings through of family
Would plenty of joy provide
And children laughing, running through
Rampant with harmony.
Did I tell you of the forest-
In which my cottage would lie?
Ancient trees of every kind
Through
Hold me too tightly
And I will away.
Hold me too loosely,
I will not stay.
Hold me like water
In a barren land,
Hold me to keep me,
But when I must, let me go.
In all my life I strive
Like water to be
So that in my eternity
Peaceful I'll be
Calm and forgiving-
But able to freeze.
Accepting and flowing,
Lovely to see.
Consequences are simple;
Do not let me move
I will go stagnant
Make me too mad
And I will run rampant
Hold me too tight,
I will seek to escape
Hold me like water
In a thirsting mans' hand.
And never push me
To make a stand.
Then I will stay
And make our lives grand.
Stumble home weak and bleary
Pass me by, though it makes you teary,
I am your poetry, your love,
You once said we fit
Like a well made glove.
Guess what? I have you now
You opened your arms,
You're not going, may as well bow
It's two in the morning,
Don't you remember dear?
This is the time you've got me to fear.
You read others,
Thus calling me
And now, my "master"
My jealousy you'll see.
I'll take your hand against your will,
And make you write,
Stop struggling! Sit still!
You've worked all day, now write all night.
You've had a bad week, I'll set you right.
I know you've missed me, I've felt your pain.
Now you'll sit till you think
Of a
Current Residence: Favourite genre of music: rock, pop Operating System: MP3 player of choice: CD player, FTW! Personal Quote: what's this? and more importantly, what can i make out of it?
Favourite Movies
ten things i hate about you
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
cher, michael jackson, pink
Favourite Books
the Firebird by Mercedes Lackey, Storm Thief by Chris Wooding
the end of the semester is coming up. I've written a couple of things since I stopped by here last. I've been rewriting and editing a few poems here and there, but with no internet at my house and with my time at the school/library being so limited I haven't felt that I've had enough time to type anything up that's made it to final draft. though they make me squirm I plan on using any free time I have during the break between spring and summer classes to finish editing the rough drafts and post them then. I've written a couple since I posted last and they're not as bad as the others, which all seem raw and amateurish. hopefully I can improve
If there's anyone still following me, I'd like to say I am still alive. I quit the job that was keeping me too tired/busy to write, but I still seem to lack inspiration, and am finding that even when I am inspired, I lack the ability to write anything of quality. Even my earliest work is far better than what I've done lately. I've been feeling that I may have essentially sold my soul for money (how classic a blunder, no?) but once in awhile I feel her stirring again, so I'm hoping I'm wrong about that. I'm about to start college so I don't know how long that'll delay me in getting my talent back, but I am working on it again. Wish me luck?
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1) What do you like to draw most?
still life and people in interesting poses
2) What country do you live in?
United States of America
3) What's your favorite type of dog?
one that's mine ^-^
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schools going very well. I have a few poems laying around, and i just got a laptop of my own. still no internet, but i can at least start typing them up at home