A Significant Song

Life's for the Living~Passenger

Well grey clouds wrapped round the town like elastic
Cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic
The boy laughed at the spastic dancing around in the rain
While laundrettes cleaned clothes, high heals rub toes
Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows
Dressed in their suits and their boots well they all look the same

I took myself down to the cafe to find all the boys lost in books and crackling vinyl
And carved out a poem above the urinal that read
Don’t you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you’re given
Life’s for the living so live it
Or you’re better off dead

While the evening pulled the moon out of it’s packet
Stars shone like buttons on an old man’s jacket
We needed a nail but we tacked it ’til it fell of the wall

While pigeon’s pecked trains, sparks flew like planes
The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains
And we all had new iPhones but no one had no one to call

And I stumbled down to the stomach of the town
Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown
With a hand to the sky and a mist in her eye she said
Don’t you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you’re given
Life’s for the living so live it
Or you’re better off dead

Well I’m sick of this town, this blind man’s forage
They take your dreams down and stick them in storage
You can have them back son when you’ve paid off your mortgage and loans
Oh hell with this place, I’ll go it my own way
I’ll stick out my thumb and I trudge down the highway
Someday someone must be going my way home

Till then I’ll make my bed from a disused car
With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars
And I’ll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread
Don’t you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you’re given
You know life’s for the living so live it
Or you’re better off dead

Don’t you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you’re given
Life’s for the living so live it
Or you’re better off dead

This is an Imagery Poem describing something--Try and guess what it is.

Stand tall, stand strong, what other choice do I have?

I have no will, no ability to move.

And trust me, if I could I would.

I would run and yell and whoop and holler, but for me that is impossible.

I will never be heard, I will never be valued in the way you are.

Me and my kind will always be taken for granted.

Our time has come and pass.

They give me no choice as they bring the blade to my feet; they give me no option,

No second chance. No redo for my mistakes.

Was it me?

Did I cause this? Did I do something wrong?

I was doing my best you know.

I am your very intake of breath, and without me you would be nothing.

And this is how you repay me?

No last smile, no last wave?

With barely recognition you march toward me like a reaper to the grave.

I gave you shelter, freedom, air and life,

And all you bring for me is this, this glistening blade and leaden dread,

And with one, two, three swings of your arm it is all brought to and end.

A Poem in Anapest Trimeter

Anapest Trimeter is the rhythm that this poem is measured in.  The rhythm goes...
short short long, short short long...and so on.  It is written like this:  . . -  . . -  . . -
which looks suspiciously like Morse code to me...
Anywayzzzz....

A Poem in Anapest Trimeter
Wishful thinking is what got us here.
Now all that we're left with is fear.
Help me dear, please save me, I'm so close
To the ends of the earth I would fly
But my wings are all broken and red.
Catch my fall, weave the net, use my mind
Save not one little thread, use them all,
They are hidden in my smallest drawer.
Heart Shaking, earth quaking,I tried, really I did.
But it is just too much to carry
Even my shadow is heavy please
Don't let me break, no not, not like this.

The Most Complicated Feeling

The assignment for this poem was to write a "Simile Poem".  For those of you who don't know, a simile is a poetic device that is used to compare to things using "like" or "as".  It is used to compare to things in a more interesting and understandable way.  An example: 

"The sun rose and poured over the land like melted butter on mashed potatoes."

So the assignment was to write a poem about something, start it out with "Like..."  and end it with the thing we were describing.

Here's mine.

The Most Complicated Feeling

Like the soft whisper of summer breezes humming in my ear,

Barely brushing against my conscience,

A sigh, a nearly spoken thought.

Like the cat on silent paws,

Treading it way lightly.

You would never know it was there if not for the faint hiss.

Like the ocean, the continuous lapping that becomes lost so easily, that becomes habit.

Like the bashful sunlight that pours over the earth on an early spring day, slowly enveloping everything in its warmth.

Like those first few moments when sleep is winging on its way

That nirvana that comes with morning peace and blessed abeyance.

Like the cold blade against soft skin,

The loss of all thought and the sharp tang of pain.

Like cold snow falling softly on sun-warmed roads.

Like the wind beneath the wings of a bird, lifting up and up.

Like a roller coaster, dipping and spinning on the narrow metal track, threatening to overturn with every squeal of the brakes.

Such is the feeling of love. 

 

This Late Hour

This short poem is a Shakespearean Sonnet.  A sonnet is a poem about a problem or conflict that is solved and resolved in the last six lines.
It is a 14 line poem.  The first 8 lines are the problem, the next 4 is a solution, and the last 2 are the resolution.
A sonnet is also written in a quatrain rhyme scheme with the last two lines in couplet.

This Late Hour
I envy her sleeping across the room,
Visions of sugarplums filling her head
And I am back here with this chilling doom.
I wish that I were sleeping in my bed.
The clock is ticking quickly now and my
Time's running out to finish and not fail.
It may be time for me to say good-bye,
Or I might just have to finally bail.
But wait, I might be able to finish,
I just have to think hard and then must hurry
And when, at last my mind does turn to rubbish,
I can say that I tried in such a flurry.
At last I escape this terrible fate,
And can fall into bed and close the gate.

Ramblings to the Extreme

So many things in my mind but not enough words to say them.
I write on this blog to write them out.
And they're not even bad feelings.  They're not even really feelings.  They're just thoughts running around the inside of my mind, bouncing against the walls and each other.  But that's good right?  That I have a busy mind?  It certainly doesn't seem good when I'm trying to fall asleep at night.

Whenever I write on here I find myself wondering if someone important is reading this.  (Of course you're all important. You know what I mean.)  I guess I phrased that wrong.  I wonder if a future publisher is reading this.  And then I wonder what they're thinking, if they find it something people would want to read.
I actually wonder what any of you are thinking when you read this, because no one ever COMMENTS. (hint, hint)
The posts are mostly ramblings, me pursuing what ever thought or notion has been nagging me all day.

Have you ever realized how nice lists are?  It's so easy to make lists.  There's no embellishment necessary, no description necessary, no need to truly express the feelings.  You can simply write everything down with only a number to put it in context.  Let me make a list.
Things running through my Mind: (note that "Mind" is capitalized)
1) Have you ever noticed how weird the seeds of a papaya are?
2) I'm pretty lucky.  I should appreciate that more.
3) I need to call him back.
4) Bring ukulele to school tomorrow.
5) I wish I was reading manga right now.
6) I should probably go practice my violin...
7) Salad sounds  really good right now.
8) I want to go cliff-diving before I die.
9) "Palm trees are not real trees"
10) I wish people would comment on my blog so I know what they think (again, hint, hint)
11) Why should I care? This is my blog.
12) If you want to tell me anything about this blog, or random life stuff in general, please email me!!
withglitteringwings@gmail.com
13) I need to empty the trash tonight.
And trust me, it gets so much worse when I'm (trying) to do homework.
14) What if this isn't real life.  What if we're dreaming, and dying is just waking up, and when we wake up everything is so much brighter and clearer and more vibrant.  We wake up and everyone who died before us is there and they all tell us how long we were sleeping and that "It's about time you woke up!" And dying isn't dying it's waking up and we've just been asleep for so long that what we think is life seems real but whenever someone dies they're just waking up before us? And we were asleep for so long that actual life that was going on before we went to sleep was completely forgotten but when we wake up everything comes rushing back and we know completely different people and we tell them all about "The strangest dream I just had..."
OK. Now that I wrote all that out of me I really should go do my homework.  And call him back.
Writing really is quite cleansing.  I highly suggest it to anyone who doesn't do it on a regular basis.

Easy Feelings

I've begun to realize that no matter how much I change myself or adjust my feelings I'm always going to have an effect on someone else.
My feelings are not really mine to own.
They are every one's because everyone and everything affects them.
I can tell myself that it wont hurt me or that I can push the feeling down, but it will always be back, knocking on the door of my mind like a girl scout selling cookies.
I've also begun to realize how strong and overpowering a single emotion can be.
We humans are not as strong as we think.  Our feelings and emotions can bring us down as easily as a bomb or gunshot.
These emotions that control us are surprisingly easy to bend and twist to our needs.
A memory or song can pull up so many old stale feelings.
A song can be linked with a memory which can be linked with a feeling, and hearing that song can pull up those memories and drown you in them again.
Feelings need to be kept careful watch on, I think, or else they might end up dragging us around on a leash, instead of the other way around.