Bitter ending

I heard it

There

A break in your sentence

A brief pause between words

 

Nothing was spoken

Nothing was heard

And in that utter emptiness

I heard everything

Everything I need to know

Everything you wouldn’t want me to

 

I heard it

A break

A pause before the end

Coming to terms with what we can not accept

Her face was strong, stone, set,

But her eyes

Her eyes wept

What was once lively and bright

Replaced now with Anguish

She was in her own world now

Caught in dysphoria

 

It was a shock she would conceal

Place it away in the unvisited corners of her mind

Cover it up

With a lie to herself

And no one else

 

No one could know

She couldn’t know

 

It was a dream

Nothing but a dream

A nightmare

The next day she would wake

And everything would go away

 

She told herself that everyday

All her life

Emily Dickenson would cry if she read this, tears of anger.

Just two poems I wrote very quickly, not great but...oh well.

What is in a song

To make it sound so sweet

The notes they dance through my ears

And out my mouth repeat

I can not remember everything I see

Once the days is gone

Yet for some reason I can not tell

I still can hear the song

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The wind it dances through the trees

Who in turn shake with delight

Each leaf holding onto its limbs

No giving up without a fight

As time goes on its way

Each day will come to pass

The leaves will fall one by one 

None of them shall last

But once winter releases its icy grip

And paves the way for spring

New leaves will bud out

Alas! The colors they will bring

What could be listed as an Epic Fail

It amazes me how far I can Travel

Down this spiraling staircase

I want to go up

I need to be at the top

But the middle seems like no place to start

And just when I think

I'm about to hit rock bottom

I keep falling Failing

A Lost Friend

Where are you now?

It was a summers day

We walked. We laughed.

And then

We stopped.

And now you are gone.

I am alone

A shell of what I was

I am without you

Where are you now?

You are in this field 

You are in the wind floating by

You are in the voices of the birds

You are everywhere 

But right here in front of me

*Kind of about a story I read.  A couple in love and the witch took away the dudes girlfriend, poor guy.  He found her in the end, lived happily ever after.

The Obvious Goodbye

It is a strange thing

Someone can hold "feelings"

So Strong

So Passionate

So Heart-Wrenching

For one person,

And then (as if by magic, or some trick)

It is completely

And utterly

Turned Off

Was it ever really there?

Was it really just lust

Or a desperate attempt to not feel alone.

What Our Culture Thinks of Jesus today

So I listened to an interesting song a while ago, and I had to think about it.  Jesusland by Ben Folds.  It is quite interesting, the first time I heard it I didn't know what to think.  My first thought, without basing it on any lyrics, was that it was poking fun at Jesus.  But then I thought it just couldn't, it didn't sound like it was.  So I studied it a bit more, and what I found was pretty cool.  You are supposed to imagine the song like he is singing it about Jesus Christ.  As in what would it be like for Jesus if he came to earth today, walked around, and saw what people thought of him.  How they used him for their personal gain, but they didn't really know him.  It is saddening, but the truth.  We recently just started watching Vintage Jesus with some people at campus life, and were talking about how in modern society people use Jesus for what they want him to be, not what he is.  It can pretty much be summed up by a lyric in the song.

 broadcast to each house, they drop your name,
but no one knows your face.
Billboards quoting things you'd never say

Figments and Company

So anyways, I always try to write poetry when I can, and well I'm going to try at it more now.  Although I can already write structured poems, and I really want to learn how to write unstructured poems.  So now, I'm going to work at it.  This one will be bad, I wrote it quickly, and at the moment I stink at unstructured poems, I'll get better...I promise.

You

You are a thought

A slowly dying glimpse 

Of what could never be

And in the end, I will realize

You were never there

I will stand alone

Stand aghast

Staring at where you weren't

A fading cheshire cat grin

Imprinted in my mind

It isn't easy (it never was)

To believe in something

Not real

Like finding out who santa wasn't

(But then I still got gifts)

In the end I will be

Lost. Wandering.  

With all these counterfeit thoughts

Riddled in my head

You are one of them

You are gone

It is gone