The Mainstream

This isn't a particularly brilliant poem, I can't really decide if i like it or not. So here it is, for you to decide

The Mainstream

He stood on the banks for days and days.
That river wound ‘round and right.
Twisting, turning, eroding the earth,
Changing the land. Changing the world.
From atop the hill, a mile back,
It looked so beautiful.
But everything is less majestic up close,
When everything is exposed
When everything is seen.

He watched the rain fall, slow but sure.
That river rose drop by drop.
Then ground gave way beneath his feet,
Pulling him in. Pulling him down.
On that bank, in the rain
It had been so beautiful.
But beauty can be malicious up close,
When everything is exposed.
When everything is seen.

More Poetry (Surprised?)

See this?

See this?
Man’s work returning to dust.
Masterpiece regressing
to forgotten life.
But see, too,
the breath that once was.
Brightness still glowing
from the glory of youth
that is all but forgotten.

Layers

Layer upon layer, painted on.
Laying lies over lies,
forgotten but remaining still.
“But such a flawless face!”
You protest,
“and such perfect grace.”
Indeed, so meticulously crafted.
Of course, so compellingly lively,
but hardly alive at all.


I know, not all that great, but it's poetry nevertheless.

Sleep and Angels

Just want to say thanks for the praise on my last post.
Here are two poems I composed in English class... while not paying attention to the english that was supposedly being taught.

Sleep

Sleep
Is but a fantasy
For those who love
And love
Is but a dream
For those who sleep.

The Angel’s Rebellion

The sky collides with earth.
Heaven and nature,
gods and men,
together
as one.
Their golden fury rains down.
Light and dark,
water and flame,
commune
in wrath.
And we, witnesses
to this angelic revolt,
rejoice,
celebrating the uproar
that mimics
and justifies
our fight.

Love and War

Hmm... So i know I'm a loser for changing the topic of this blog so often, but I'm trying to find something I will actually stick with. So, I've decided to try my hand at posting my poetry/song lyrics/ photos. I think that I'll have enough to post at least once or twice a week....

I'll kick it off with these two poems I've written recently.

Anything to Show

This violence, though stemming from differences,
does not discriminate. Death chooses not just the evil,
not just the sinners, but the innocent, the brilliant, and the lovers,
too. The hate— though we do not know why we hate so— erupts
from our guns, their guns, and the body count rises. Land stained
forever with the life of guiltless victims. Hearts filled
forever with death’s shadow. Here or there, now or then,
a life is a life. A breath is a breath. So do tell,
is there anything to show for all of this killing?
Is there anything to show for all of this sorrow?
Is there anything to show for all of this hatred?
Is there anything to show for all of this nothingness
that war has left in its wake?

Our Seasons

It began with a summertime swing set.
The rain fell so sweetly
drop
by
drop
but we refused to go inside.

As the leaves slowly transformed,
we lost all thoughts of “I,”
discovering
and
learning
the meaning of “we.”

The days of knee deep snow came suddenly,
and we held close; grasping
tighter
and
tighter
as they tried to destroy us.

In the end, barefoot in spring’s puddles,
we said our goodbye. We
broke
and
cried.
I realized I loved you.

And now, under life’s grey skies,
I try not to forget our
laughter
or
heartbreak.
I will always love you.