Poetry

Mutuality (1/4)

Author's note: This piece is derived from a stream of consciousness.  I was trying to express what it is like to give your trust to an animal with a mind of its own, to trust it with your life. This was an attempt at writing inner thoughts, rather than outer...

I feel the power under me,                                                                    

surrendered to him.

All I know is in him,

my faith, trust.

Vulnerability doesn't frighten me,

rather I am humbled.

His beauty and grace

as he steps, his strength.

The trust and respect

are mutual,

moving together,

As one being.

Together (11/29)

Author's note: It turns out this piece is really a result of my lack of strong friends... then I remembered the one true friend, who is always there. It was in a stream of consciousness exercise , which I then translated into a poem. It looks over a time when he was very sick,, and I was really worried- but couldn't go visit. I don't feel this is a representation of my absolute best poetry, but it reaches a level of importance to me, which is why I have shared it...

All the anger, the pain,

Halts when with you.

Your warm presence,

Keeping me safe,

Away from harm's way.

Always there, through

Good times and bad,

One constant in my life.

The sole recipient of my

Wholehearted trust,

My love.

Never turning away,

You comfort me.

That night was awful,

Stomach in throat.

The thought of losing you,

Losing my friend,

Dragging its nails

On my flesh.

I tried to visit,

Tell you is okay,

Be to you, what

you are to me.

To come convince you

To stay, for me.

Selfish.

Held back, by those

Who think they know me,

Told not to worry.

I doubt them,

Deep in my heart.

Knowing that was our last ride,

Our last time to share.

I could feel it too,

In that moment.

Your thoughts rushing through me,

Worried and concerned.

About me of course,

Selfless as you are.

I hope you can hear me too,

Love and passion...

Praying you won't do this.

Not now, not ever.

The time will come,

I dread,

But until then,

You are mine.

Forever.

Never let go,

Hold on tight,

But gentle.

Home (11/16)

Author's Note: This is a poem that came from a stream of consciousness... It was the idea of how we are all warm and cozy, while there can be a winter storm going on outside. I wrote this a while before I posted it, so I don't really know what was on my mind.

Soft howl of wind,

the branches swaying,

chilled by weather.

Separated by a window,

cocoa warming my hands,

cozy fireplace in corner

Wandering through

endless bookshelves, all

knowledge, all escapism.

Memories and titles

rush through my head

Here I am at peace.

Here I am home.

Thought (10/23)

Author's Note: This is a poem that I wrote one day in class when Mr. J mentioned that we shouldn't loose track of doing things less conventional. This is sort of responding to the whole burning books, and the lady who allowed herself to be burned with her books, refusing to leave. I haven't written poetry in quite some time, so this sort of comes out as almost choppy to me, but let me know what you think. 

Melting, Melting

Kerosene scented flame,

Engulfing time,

through sickness,

and health

Destroying work,

through happiness,

and anger

Fire starts from flash,

Room filled with light,

-- a dark kind

What light is dark?

How many matches till a spark?

Kill or be killed,

Destroy, or be destroyed.

A lone light in the flame,

are the souls enduring the pain.

Fighting to destroy,

Everything once cherished,

All thoughts

And hopes

Few will fight, some

will light the flame around themselves.

Choosing suicide over loss of sanity;

death over being brainwashed.

For it is thoughts that create

who we are,

what we are,

and why we are.

For it is thoughts that create truth.