Here's a new addition to my little blog and I hope someone finds it...worthwhile. Sometimes, when I'm not quite sure where to go or what to write in regards to my WIPs, I open a new Word doc and start putting down my thoughts in verse. Often I don't know what I'm writing about until I finish. And sometimes it comes out so that I can understand it.
Image via WikipediaI don't share the poetry that I write very often, and when I do it's mostly on YWS and not much gets posted on there, but for some reason I'm feeling really sappy today. Hence the title. It may have something to do with the fact that it just hit me that I'm a junior in college and that fall semester classes start tomorrow. It could possibly be due to the fact that I'm currently in a good mood from drinking a caramel Macchiato.
Whatever the true reason, I leave you dear readers and fellow bloggers to what you do best--reading. Thanks for all of the support.
(Don't worry. This poem is not an indication of a depressed mind. I'm very happy with life. My brain just thinks in circles, even though I don't like circles. Actually, I'd rather describe my thought process as an infinity loop. I like those. Okay. That's what it will be from now on. Starting...now.)
Image via WikipediaI don't share the poetry that I write very often, and when I do it's mostly on YWS and not much gets posted on there, but for some reason I'm feeling really sappy today. Hence the title. It may have something to do with the fact that it just hit me that I'm a junior in college and that fall semester classes start tomorrow. It could possibly be due to the fact that I'm currently in a good mood from drinking a caramel Macchiato. Whatever the true reason, I leave you dear readers and fellow bloggers to what you do best--reading. Thanks for all of the support.
(Don't worry. This poem is not an indication of a depressed mind. I'm very happy with life. My brain just thinks in circles, even though I don't like circles. Actually, I'd rather describe my thought process as an infinity loop. I like those. Okay. That's what it will be from now on. Starting...now.)
"Falling to Find You"
Is it fair how life’s sweetness falls
Is it fair how life’s sweetness falls
Bitterly upon all wounded hearts?
The touch, the twist of passion
Turns dark in a fit of rage.
Echoes of people lost in a world
Where silence is so heavy it weighs
More than words. It’s not me, it’s you.
The phrase haunts, flipping and
Switching until it makes no more sense
Than what we give it. A feather falls to
Earth, grounded from flight that once
Gave it meaning—a fate met with pain
As the quick is drawn from the flesh.
The slap and chill of loss the only
Comfort, but nothing compared to this—
A kiss of the past. A memory of what was,
And isn’t, and can never be again.
A sign of old age. Stagnant, yet virile. Hurt
And healed. Those things that coincide in
The mind and are not visible to the sight.
Are we really aware of anything?
'Tis beautiful, Bambi <3
ReplyDeleteYou are too kind, dear Tiger. <3
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