Random Poetry

Not only has 2013 been a bit of a revival of life dreams and goals for me:

going back to school,

a constant evolution of figuring out my life,

being a happier, healthier, more fit me,

trying to be a more openly caring individual,

And writing. I’ve been writing more. Particularly over the last month. Plus I discovered a stash of old poetry, character histories and prophecies surrounding the novel I’m working on! *Jumps for joy* I’ve been working on typing everything out onto my PC and have gotten through quite a chunk of them.

So I thought I’d share a couple of poems with the world. Some are from a number of years ago, others from this last month. Enjoy!

3-22-02

Where the Wild Things Grow

Where the wild things grow

Nothing matters of the outside

Everything has meaning

And no one has anything to hide

We are free from persecution

And the things from which we flee

Nothing here can harm you

Not even a tiny honey bee

Everything is calm here

And this you’ll come to know

The flowers smell so sweet here

Where the wild things grow

Tears are not to be ashamed of

For they are of our old pains

The few that happen to care

Are left standing there are stained

But we who keep on going

Even after being jaded

Are stronger and more observant

Now wary before being weighted

The jaded keep on going

And this you’ll come to know

Your tears taste so sweet here

Where the wild things grow

3/25/13

Naked Soul

The masks we constantly wear

Serve as a barrier between us

We are separate and incomplete

Vapor wisps and weak

Alone in a vast and crowded tundra

Of writhing chaotic masses

We walk this way

From our first jaded experience

Hiding behind jester paint

Miserable and hollowed out.

Void, empty, drained.

Until a moment comes along

Where we see a naked soul

Bare and standing out

Beautiful in its making

And a realization occurs

Scarred, bent, mangled.

But a glorious and striking truth

Stained glass shatters

And paused fragments

Making that one second

Into a precious eternity

Then falling back together

We are beautiful with our scars

And our twisted metal souls

Not one of us is flawless

No one escapes life’s scathing pain

And it is only ourselves who tell us

That most wretched lie ever:

            That we are ugly.

When the inescapable truth is

            That we are glorious, precious gems.

3/16/13

Stolen voice

You stole my voice from me;

From my breath,

From my soul.

It was my catharsis,

It made me whole;

Whittling my words down

To nothing.

Snatching away that which completed me,

And fulfilled me.

It was my life;

My future,

My dream.

But you stole my voice from me.

And for what?

You didn’t understand;

You thought it a silly thing.

But you couldn’t comprehend

That it is everything;

My voice,

My words.

These are my thoughts most profound,

This is how my soul gives sound;

A music,

A melody,

A song.

And you stole my voice from me.

But I found my words again.

You cannot keep them from me.

A healing voice,

Words expressed;

And I found what you had tried to possess,

And shatter;

To destroy utterly,

Irrevocably.

No one can steal my voice from me.

It will never happen again.

These are MY words.

This is MY voice.

There is no place it can be taken

That I cannot find.

I’ll not allow it!

Never again

Will anyone steal my voice from me.