Poems

Hello blogosphere,
Here I am sitting up in bed at 3:25AM. It seems I've been spending quite a few nights like this as of late. Unable to switch off my brain and calm my nerves. There is always something to worry about, to plan, to ponder.
While I'm sitting here worrying, planning, pondering I came to the conclusion that it may be time to post some of my latest poems. I'll begin with my favorite poem by far out of all of those that I have ever written. Its not particularly good but it is very special to me nonetheless. I wrote this poem several years ago, not long after my 16th Birthday in fact, funny I should post it not long before my 22nd.


Too Much, Too Far
Too much time has past
Too many things have gone wrong
We split somewhere
But we still see each other through the trees
A glance here and there
Her arm
His hair
We are everywhere
But we will never find each other through the forest

She’s spread too many lies
The jewel has become a rock
His fuse has gotten too short
And too many have trampled on the grass
We know each other too well
We are all too hurt
And so we hurt
I’ll tear out your eyes
Because you clawed my back
And we can never go back

We waited too long
We let the disease eat us alive

We went out kicking and screaming at each other
But secretly hoping
We would once again call each other friend
Instead we severed all ties
Now we sever all heads

Too much time has passed
We’ve gone too far
It only still hurts
Because we still care
We feel the same pain
But we keep it in our own locked and shackled box

Too many piercing words
Too many half hearted statements
Too much has happened
We’ve traveled too far

We are lost in the forest
And we can never find our way back again

I'm clearly no Keats or Shakespeare, but at the age of 16 who is? Anyway, its time for something a bit more up to date. The next two poems are rough first drafts that I wrote over the summer. The first was inspired by the new library I'm creating in my living room (there will most definitely a post filled with wonderful pictures once that project is completed) and the second was inspired by... another passion of mine.

Library
I look upon you and I am consumed
a wave of passion washes over me
expanding and filling my chest
with joy and wonder
curiosity and desire rage inside of me

You are the entirety of the universe
condensed into symbols and imagery
past
present
future
you embody all three

you are the small shining, glimmering hope
at the end of the darkest days
you are freedom
to live as one desires
to change course
try again
no one is a failure in your domain
you are the most generous
deliverer of gifts

ever changing
yet a strong bond remains
tied to the past

You are my knight in shining armor
defending me from despair
helping me to repair
the wounds inflicted by those outside your realm
you carry me up and away
beyond the stars
beyond dreams
and you ground me
with the weight of a thousand worlds
in a thousand plus words

I owe you my life
my heart
my soul
for without you I would have none
I would be none
and I would care none
you comprise my every thought
and emotion

You are all of the beauty
and the delight
so powerful
yet so graceful
a leather-bound key to the world

Yeah, I really like books... geek power! Here's the last one I promise!!! Hopefully our school systems aren't complete failures and the majority of you have some knowledge of the Arthurian Legends, otherwise I'm afraid this poem may be lost on you.

Guinevere
I know how she felt
Lead down the aisle
To perfection that wasn't quite perfect
Someone who was beautiful and just
A man worthy of devotion
But inside she felt devastation
Something was not quite right
There was something missing
She couldn't fit his mold of the perfect queen
So she felt defeated
And she retreated
Then up rode the dark and mysterious Lancelot
They clicked
Though it was so wrong it felt so right
So free
No expectations
Just emotions
And she fell into his kind dark eyes
That softened only for her
Then she was lost in a sea of love
Blinded to the effects of her actions
She just
felt
And let the sea wash over her
Until it turned vile and wretched
As the typhoon slammed
against the castle walls
Drowning the sweet prince inside
Condemning him to a death
that he didn't quite deserve

I hope you enjoyed my poetry, I don't really write for readers so don't worry if they make little sense to you. I write to work through stuff that's going on in my life and to have a creative outlet. The result is that many of my pieces are often very vague. Anyhow, I welcome and encourage any comments and criticisms.

Maybe now I can actually get some sleep!