Post by Giliathriel Amidala Skywalker on Sept 16, 2005 0:25:22 GMT -5
I will admit, some of my poetry is rather dark, but it's all good. I deal in opposites.
Hold my Hand
I sit here staring at the pills in my hand
my only escape from trauma's foreseen
I ponder what would happen
what would happen when I die
would it hurt? would I cry?
but worst of all is that in my final moment
I could regret this. My final resort.
If you hadn't loved me, this wouldn't be.
If you had held me, I would be here to see.
I make up my resolve, and take a big swallow.
But now I remember what good I had forgotten
all the times we walked in the park on a rainy day,
And how you always made me laugh.
I see you come in now, fear on your face.
I tell you I'm sorry, I made a mistake.
I can feel my soul fade, my vision is dark.
But I muster my strength, and say 'Hold my hand'.
And my last fleeting glimpse is of you, my love.
I'm sorry I wasn't strong. Be brave. I am gone.
Darkened Lights
A cold light on a hard winters day
Blinding my eyes as I peer
through the hard eyes
of one who has seen much
I turn my head and sigh,
wondering what the day will bring
but in an instant, as the sun is clouded by thunderclouds,
I am hit with an overwhelming sadness.
I run to my door, and as the rain pelts me I laugh
higher and higher, my inanity reaches
until I stand there reveling in every drop of hail
bruising my fragile skin
and abrubtly, as I sing to the sky
I am hit with a shining bolt of fate.
I am shocked. My insanity broken.
I fall, trembling, and yet, I survive.
Years later, I peer again.
But this time I know that life is worth living.
No day is too dark. No light is ever darkened.
Frozen thoughts
I stand, and watch my enemy
coming closer, closer
waiting to destroy me.
the worst kind of evil.
I watch with a dark eye
knowing what will come
but denying. While I can.
I raise my bow, and let my arrow fly.
It falls, frozen in the air.
Shocked, I stand alone,
my comrades all but fled.
I am stupid. I continue to fight.
I begin to think about war.
Why do we fight? Who is the enemy in real life?
Did they have children, a family?
I lower my sword, and stand and stare.
As I am struck down, I remember these words.
Frozen in time, is love. But frozen fear, is waning.
One Chance
(written from the olders sis's point of view)
I know this is my only chance
to save one that I loved
this life that flows within me
my loved ones only hope.
I have something that she needs
to live life in the fullest
she really looks so young
lying there asleep.
I set my firm resolve.
She needs it more than me.
Of all our little family,
us two were unique.
Our blood type rare,
different from the rest.
She needs a new heart now.
I need a new lung.
The car crash wasn't my fault.
They hit us from behind.
A lung will not come in time.
But her, her heart's right here
beating within me.
I lift my hand, and call my nurse.
I tell her it must be done.
They ask me if I'm sure.
I am. It's my only chance.
Part II- One Hope
(written from the little sister's view)
I lay here scared
no more tears to cry.
My sis said we'd be allright
that's when they brought me here.
I heard the doctor's talking
to my mom and dad.
he said that I am dying,
and I'll need a new heart.
I fall in and out of sleep.
Sometimes mommy's even there.
Once I saw my sister.
But I don't think that she noticed.
She told me that she loved me
don't worry about her.
That last thing I remember
Is a mask laid on my face.
I've been dreaming ever since
I don't know how long it's been.
Since I've hung here in the black.
But now my eyes are opening.
I see all of my family.
No, someone's gone.
I ask them for my sister.
Then my mom starts crying
I hear her say she's gone.
One Life
(Written from the Mom's view)
All I can do is
blame myself.
I wasn't there, I should've been.
Now I wait, tears leaking
down a red face of worry.
Deep down, I know they'll die
The doctor came and told me
my oldest is doing something big
she asked them not to tell
which only makes me worry more.
I know that something's wrong
When they wheel them to a room
together, yet alone.
An hour gone, then five.
Then my youngest is wheeled back.
But my oldest never comes.
I wait a while longer
waiting for her sister to wake.
The doctors comes, and pulls me away.
He says my oldest died.
And lives, in her sister.
The wounded heart it gone,
replaced by a gift from a loved one.
I feel tears run down my face.
She was so brave, and I a coward.
Rumbling Dark
Somewhere, I look in surprise
as the stones of heaven start raining
down upon the fair earth.
Beating it, hatefully.
A rumbling growl of menace
terrorizes the sky, yet tranfixes it
as the howling gales wreak havoc.
The stinging drops of liquid life
splash upon a muddy, murky ground
marking it with torment and dispair.
Yet in all this chaos, a light is born
in the form of a crackling beam of light
streaming down from the clouds
to reunite with the earth.
Harking hope, and death.
Ode to a Mattress
oh how soft and comfy
when I lay down to sleep
my every whim boxed up
into a box so sweet
sometimes I really hate you
your springs are rather hard
but you get me off the floor
so then I sing like a bard
You even like the chickens
no matter how much the poop
and my mattress, I love you
even if I have to stoop
Ode to a Couch
Oh how hard and ouchy
my ugly flowered couch
but I sit on you anyway
so soon I'll have a pouch
you take a lot of abuse
it almost makes me sorry
but then I remember sleeping on you
then sorry I am no more
(yes, it's rather short, but I'd rather keep this one that way.)
Ode to the Refridgerator
oh sparkling lord of cold
and food and treats delight
althought you stink of rotton food
and old forgotten cheese
and moldy blue-green bagels
and toxic condiments
and frozen too-hard icecream
and lots of frozen peas
but you keep my soda cold
so I'll say that you smell nice.
Ode to the Carpet
oh sweet pretty carpet
he bane of my free time
everytime I clean you up
something else will fall
I vacuum and I vacuum
but you're like a magnet
for every spek of dust
that comes into the house
right now you're really ugly
with soda stains galore
and not very soft either
but better than cold floors
Ode to the Dining Room Table
a little long square piece
of fake wood and cheap cloth
place for all my junk
that would be on the floor
I admit I've kicked you plenty
when you drop all of that junk
and collapse when we move you
you cruddy piece of junk
Ode to the bookshelves
Do you know what you mean to me?
for without you my books would be lost
covering the ground in their soft pages
but you have saved them,
but you are very bad as well
I paint you and I paint you
yet you still aren't navy blue
now my perty carpet doesn't match
so, my bittersweet friend, I bid you adieu
Hold my Hand
I sit here staring at the pills in my hand
my only escape from trauma's foreseen
I ponder what would happen
what would happen when I die
would it hurt? would I cry?
but worst of all is that in my final moment
I could regret this. My final resort.
If you hadn't loved me, this wouldn't be.
If you had held me, I would be here to see.
I make up my resolve, and take a big swallow.
But now I remember what good I had forgotten
all the times we walked in the park on a rainy day,
And how you always made me laugh.
I see you come in now, fear on your face.
I tell you I'm sorry, I made a mistake.
I can feel my soul fade, my vision is dark.
But I muster my strength, and say 'Hold my hand'.
And my last fleeting glimpse is of you, my love.
I'm sorry I wasn't strong. Be brave. I am gone.
Darkened Lights
A cold light on a hard winters day
Blinding my eyes as I peer
through the hard eyes
of one who has seen much
I turn my head and sigh,
wondering what the day will bring
but in an instant, as the sun is clouded by thunderclouds,
I am hit with an overwhelming sadness.
I run to my door, and as the rain pelts me I laugh
higher and higher, my inanity reaches
until I stand there reveling in every drop of hail
bruising my fragile skin
and abrubtly, as I sing to the sky
I am hit with a shining bolt of fate.
I am shocked. My insanity broken.
I fall, trembling, and yet, I survive.
Years later, I peer again.
But this time I know that life is worth living.
No day is too dark. No light is ever darkened.
Frozen thoughts
I stand, and watch my enemy
coming closer, closer
waiting to destroy me.
the worst kind of evil.
I watch with a dark eye
knowing what will come
but denying. While I can.
I raise my bow, and let my arrow fly.
It falls, frozen in the air.
Shocked, I stand alone,
my comrades all but fled.
I am stupid. I continue to fight.
I begin to think about war.
Why do we fight? Who is the enemy in real life?
Did they have children, a family?
I lower my sword, and stand and stare.
As I am struck down, I remember these words.
Frozen in time, is love. But frozen fear, is waning.
One Chance
(written from the olders sis's point of view)
I know this is my only chance
to save one that I loved
this life that flows within me
my loved ones only hope.
I have something that she needs
to live life in the fullest
she really looks so young
lying there asleep.
I set my firm resolve.
She needs it more than me.
Of all our little family,
us two were unique.
Our blood type rare,
different from the rest.
She needs a new heart now.
I need a new lung.
The car crash wasn't my fault.
They hit us from behind.
A lung will not come in time.
But her, her heart's right here
beating within me.
I lift my hand, and call my nurse.
I tell her it must be done.
They ask me if I'm sure.
I am. It's my only chance.
Part II- One Hope
(written from the little sister's view)
I lay here scared
no more tears to cry.
My sis said we'd be allright
that's when they brought me here.
I heard the doctor's talking
to my mom and dad.
he said that I am dying,
and I'll need a new heart.
I fall in and out of sleep.
Sometimes mommy's even there.
Once I saw my sister.
But I don't think that she noticed.
She told me that she loved me
don't worry about her.
That last thing I remember
Is a mask laid on my face.
I've been dreaming ever since
I don't know how long it's been.
Since I've hung here in the black.
But now my eyes are opening.
I see all of my family.
No, someone's gone.
I ask them for my sister.
Then my mom starts crying
I hear her say she's gone.
One Life
(Written from the Mom's view)
All I can do is
blame myself.
I wasn't there, I should've been.
Now I wait, tears leaking
down a red face of worry.
Deep down, I know they'll die
The doctor came and told me
my oldest is doing something big
she asked them not to tell
which only makes me worry more.
I know that something's wrong
When they wheel them to a room
together, yet alone.
An hour gone, then five.
Then my youngest is wheeled back.
But my oldest never comes.
I wait a while longer
waiting for her sister to wake.
The doctors comes, and pulls me away.
He says my oldest died.
And lives, in her sister.
The wounded heart it gone,
replaced by a gift from a loved one.
I feel tears run down my face.
She was so brave, and I a coward.
Rumbling Dark
Somewhere, I look in surprise
as the stones of heaven start raining
down upon the fair earth.
Beating it, hatefully.
A rumbling growl of menace
terrorizes the sky, yet tranfixes it
as the howling gales wreak havoc.
The stinging drops of liquid life
splash upon a muddy, murky ground
marking it with torment and dispair.
Yet in all this chaos, a light is born
in the form of a crackling beam of light
streaming down from the clouds
to reunite with the earth.
Harking hope, and death.
Ode to a Mattress
oh how soft and comfy
when I lay down to sleep
my every whim boxed up
into a box so sweet
sometimes I really hate you
your springs are rather hard
but you get me off the floor
so then I sing like a bard
You even like the chickens
no matter how much the poop
and my mattress, I love you
even if I have to stoop
Ode to a Couch
Oh how hard and ouchy
my ugly flowered couch
but I sit on you anyway
so soon I'll have a pouch
you take a lot of abuse
it almost makes me sorry
but then I remember sleeping on you
then sorry I am no more
(yes, it's rather short, but I'd rather keep this one that way.)
Ode to the Refridgerator
oh sparkling lord of cold
and food and treats delight
althought you stink of rotton food
and old forgotten cheese
and moldy blue-green bagels
and toxic condiments
and frozen too-hard icecream
and lots of frozen peas
but you keep my soda cold
so I'll say that you smell nice.
Ode to the Carpet
oh sweet pretty carpet
he bane of my free time
everytime I clean you up
something else will fall
I vacuum and I vacuum
but you're like a magnet
for every spek of dust
that comes into the house
right now you're really ugly
with soda stains galore
and not very soft either
but better than cold floors
Ode to the Dining Room Table
a little long square piece
of fake wood and cheap cloth
place for all my junk
that would be on the floor
I admit I've kicked you plenty
when you drop all of that junk
and collapse when we move you
you cruddy piece of junk
Ode to the bookshelves
Do you know what you mean to me?
for without you my books would be lost
covering the ground in their soft pages
but you have saved them,
but you are very bad as well
I paint you and I paint you
yet you still aren't navy blue
now my perty carpet doesn't match
so, my bittersweet friend, I bid you adieu
