Intro_______________________________________________________________________________________________ Poetry helps reflect the person that writes it. It can be seen as an extension of the conscious mind, putting into words things that could have otherwise been kept hidden. Poetry can be a reflection of oneself, showing individuality, personality, and mindset. My poetry, while certainly unorganized and somewhat chaotic, has a certain rhythm and conformity, like me. Though dark and sometimes saddening, there is a bright side. Everything has a bright side. One only must choose to look for it. I have looked for mine; and I, through poetry among many other things, have found it. In the same way, everyone has poetry inside them somewhere; you only have to find it. It may not be actual poetry; it may be any number of things, ranging from dramatic aptitude to skill in writing. All you have to do is find it. Have you found yours? I used to not be all that interested in poetry, but that has changed (courtesy of mostly @Thenorn ). And so, recently, I've started writing my own poetry. Before, I didn't think I would really be good at it, but it's actually not all that different from writing a story, you just have to wait for an idea. Having said that, I've had multiple ideas lately, and so here is some poetry for you. Inspiration In the dark Lying on my bed Alone with the thoughts Running through my head Thoughts like: what will happen When the things I depend on leave? No more sense of purpose, Left alone to grieve. Suddenly, a thought comes by That somehow feels just right. So I sit at my desk, with a paper and pen, And I begin to write. This is actuwlly how I've had several ideas, just lying in my bed at night and having my subconscious pop in early to help out. Figured I'd turn it into a poem. Alpha Soft, melodic notes Feelings, memories go by Everything is calm Peaceful melodies Upbeat, sad, and beautiful I am content now. One thing I love about haiku is that they're short and easy to write So yeah, I wrote this while listening to the song 'alpha' by c418, if you have like 10 extra minutes, or no free time but just want some background music, I'd definitely recommend alpha as it is one of the most beautiful songs by c418. Sorrow Sadness and despair, All joy has now departed. Nothing feels worth doing, You've been left quite downhearted. Happiness, though good, Is a fair-weather friend. When you have too much to bear, Your joy will reach its end. Sadness overcomes All attempts made to fight it. It comes out in the way you act, And you know you cannot hide it. Melancholy whispers Flood your heart and mind. You'll be left in a pointless search Of joy you'll never find. The first of 3 in a series of poems I wrote all close in time to each other, based on emotions. Sadness, as trivial as it may seem, is a powerful force, capable of changing your life. Fear and Reassurance Not everything is quite as easy As it may appear. Misconceptions, large or small, May often lead to fear. Knowing not what time will bring, The future is uncertain. The ever-looming threat of death, The final dropping curtain. Even what you've done before Could still yet influence Some things not yet come to pass, In a series of events. Never knowing, nor understanding, What time may to us bring. Yet knowing that our heavenly Father Watches over everything. Really the most positive out of the three, hence the 'Reassurance'. It was originally Envy, then Fear, but I eventually decided on Fear and Reassurance. Wasn't really originally intended to be religious, but you can't really have reassurance without God... so yeah, after a series of changes, this becamse the only positive one in the trio. Wrath Deep-rooted anger, Carefully hidden. Hatred and rage, Flowing unbidden. Under the surface, Lie hatred and pain. Escaping, all efforts To hide it are in vain. The longer it's left, The stronger it grows. Until the frustration Overflows. It now has control. Your anger is great. Clouded, your thoughts Are shrouded in hate. But no matter how strong, Your rage is in vain. It brings you nothing But torment and pain. Actually the first to be written of the trilogy, and also perhaps the most personal. Many times I have struggled with tolerance of people, myself, and the entire world in general. No matter how much negativity you give to a subject in your mind, it will never hurt anyone but you. Drifting Away Lost And alone No place To call home I feel myself Drifting away Losing myself To mindless decay No matter how hard I try to resist I can do nothing My will is deceased Identity lost, I wander around I have no hope, There is none to be found. This one doesn't really have a clear explanation, even to me. I wrote it while feeling rather frustrated, and somewhat overwhelmed. Its sorta like our world: full of people that feel empty and broken, trying to act normal. Individuality is what makes us actually people and not just robots, but the whole world seems to be progressing to the mean. (Sorry if you dont know what that means, its kinda complicated) Bitter Rain Bitter, stinging rain Pouring down upon you A distraction from the pain That is still beyond you Just as if they sky Started weeping for you As if it could know why This sadness is before you Looking up, the vast and gray Sky looms high above you, Almost saying, “No matter what the day, I will always love you.” No matter the circumstances, always remember that everything happens according to a plan, written by someone who loves you. Hope A small glimmer of light in the darkness A small ray of sun in the gloom Hope is what keeps us still going E’en though we may seem to be doomed. A small voice in a sea of loud rambling A small feeling when all sense is gone Hope is what keeps us still going E’en when to darkness we’re drawn A small path to guide through the shadows A small hope when all hope seems lost Hope is what keeps us still going Through the love of our Christ on the cross. Even just a small amount of hope can make a big difference. It's something you should always try to keep. Dying Light All light goes dim, Leaving but shade. All life dies out. All comfort fades. Are we to just sit And watch life go by Until eventually, We inevitably die? Nothing can endure Time’s endless flow All things will end, We already know. This life is but a flash Of life, leading to death. All people eventually Take their last breath. But is death the end? No, not by all means. It’s but a gate to a life Where the sky with light gleams. So do not fear death, Nor hold on to your life. All the pleasures of earth Bring nothing but strife. All life may die out, And all light may fade. We’ve overcome death, We won’t lose to the grave. Our victory’s won, Our future is bright. The light is not dying, Our death leads to light. Man, this one took a decent amount t of time to write. Its possibly the longest of my poems so far, and definitely has the most lines. It also happens to be my personal favorite. Even when it may seem like you've been overcome by darkness, it's just a transition to greater light. I especially like the last 2 lines, some of my favorite work overall. Looking Ahead Memories of distant pain, Past mistakes, come to haunt you Looking back, seeing these things Even though past, these things still daunt you Trying to recall what’s beyond your grasp Seeing only failure and pain Promising, again and again, That you’ll never hurt yourself again The past is a mirror, by darkness contorted Showing only the worst of yourself Never letting you see the good that you’ve done, Slowly draining you sense of self Tear your gaze away from the mirror, It is broken, covered with flaws It never shows the love you’ve shown, Only forgotten broken laws. Instead, look ahead, The future’s brighter than this If you look back to your past, The present you’ll miss Leave your past behind, The future awaits We may not know what will happen, Only that it will be great. Looking back on your mistakes doesn't help you. Put the past behind you, and move forward. Hidden Thoughts Dark thoughts, hidden away from sight Anger burning deeply inside Many thoughts your mind brings up Are impossible to hide. Wishing revenge on those who wronged you, Forgiveness from those whom you’ve done ill But neither occurs, and your frustration builds That the universe will not bend to your will Yet you still do your best To hide this anger away But your rage consumes you Your mind starts to decay You cannot do a single thing Without your anger bleeding through It can be seen in your demeanor, There is nothing you can do. Except, of course, to give it up; Forgive those upon whom your wrath is burning Find peace with those who you’ve done ill And your heart may stop it’s yearning For release from bitter struggles Fabricated by your mind To remove the weight from atop your conscience, All you must do is be kind. I've actually been working on this for a while, only recently finished it. Full disclosure, I have notmactuwlly tired this yet, but I believe it'll work. 5o be forgiven, sometimes you just have to forgive first. Wisdom Knowing things can be quite simple, Small pieces of knowledge can be easily learned But there is something greater than knowledge, That cannot be easily earned. Having knowledge is worth nothing If you cannot apply it It is useless if not used, You cannot deny it. Wisdom has a greater power That knowledge could never find Even with all knowledge in the world, You may still be blind To things that need more comprehension, More than just the facts It can be seen that knowledge knows, But it is wisdom that acts And uses knowledge for a greater purpose Than to simply know. With knowledge, but not wisdom, Blind to the world you’ll grow You may think you know it all, When, in actuality Wisdom is greater than all you have When coming to terms with reality Knowledge can be only in a certain field Limited to one sphere But wisdom applies to everything, And can be used everywhere. All in all, wisdom will protect you, And through it you’ll be healed. Knowledge is a two-edged sword, But Wisdom is a shield. this one got a bit long-winded, but its really based on the last 2 lines, which my lovely brain gave me while I was working on a project that has a bit to do with the difference between knowledge and wisdom. Not my personal favorite, but also not bad. Resistance Ideas against morals; Nature against mind Trying to take back control; It’s futile, you’ll find. Rebellion rising Against forced takeover Mind fighting itself, Scant hope to recover. Mental disparity, Mind torn apart Figurative struggles By pain fought, in part Physical pain, And mental abhorrence. One half showing hate, The other adorance. All alone in struggles, By mind isolated Emotion breaks out, Though continually hated. Faces seen in the dark, And grief, and pain, and sadness All separate, though leading to one end: Descent into madness. Precautions taken Can do nought The cycle always begins, Mental battles are fought. Rational mind, And emotional heart When caught in these struggles, You’ll be torn apart. This one was written recently, during a somewhat difficult time. Ot's rather confusing and difficult to think about, I just poured out all of my frustrations onto this, and here's what I came up with. Empty Heart Though a common sorrow, An individual pain. Though something all have lost, There’s something you have gained. Memories of blissful peace, That now seem not quite real. Others try to comfort you, But they don’t know how you feel. Your heart feels empty now, As if missing a piece No matter how you try to cope, You cannot find peace. To release your grievances, You must let your tears flow. The only way to deal with the pain Is to simply let it go. I wrote both this and the following one after attending the funeral of knr of my relatives. Even though they are not truly gone, it does not make it not sad. It will be a while, but you will see them again, in a much better place. All you can do is remember that. Moving On Sometimes pain won’t go away. Sometimes the loss is deep. Sometimes you feel you heartache grow, And you feel your sorrow creep. Though impossible as it may seem, Just know that time will prove That you must look any way but back, And must forward move. Simply know, that no matter what Is done to you by pain Move forward, living life, then not, And you’ll see them again. This is the second of two written after the funeral, and this one is essentially saying the same thing, but elaborating more on the end than the sorrow that comes with the funeral itself. Just remember that you'll see them all again. Imperfection Flawed, impure, imperfect Not flawless, not pristine But broken, on the inside, Not perfect, as at first seen What may appear to be pristine Is almost always not. No matter how fervently you wish it, It will never be what you thought. “You are are a husk of what you should be,” You hear in your mind, in pain “You are imperfect, a hopeless mess.” Your sense of self it will drain. Imperfect, broken, unwhole This is the truth, you can see. Simply accept the truth that it’s not what it seems, And somewhat at peace you will be. This is part of another series, started with resistance and that will probably continue for a while, about negative emotions, like before, but telling more of a story, giving me a way to put what I'm struggling with into word. Nobody is perfect, nor should they try to be. I have adopted a new ideology: I am an imperfectionist. I strive to be unwhole, so that I may be made truly whole, instead of hanging on to the meager illusion of being whole. Burnt Out Exhausted, extinguished Burnt down to ashes Pain, ever growing, Too deep to move on. Tired and broken, Bent down on your knees The pain of your tiredness Is now much too strong. Increasing despair, You grow saddened and angered Your burden grows heavy, It is hard to go on. Exhausted and fading, Fallen down to the ground There’s only one answer; You have to move on. Well, first time I've done something besides ABCB since Bitter Rain. If you're wondering what the pattern is, the last lines rhyme, making it ABCD-EFGD. Burnout is a feeling associated with depression and is commonly attributed to overwork. Not saying I'm actually feeling that, as I don't work, although sometimes I do feel mentally buried. Hollow Lights Bright, festive lights Twinkling merrily Presents and trees- I look at them warily. What are they to this But a pointless distraction? Lights hanging from houses; Are they worth the action? Have we any purpose For mindless decor? It’s empty as wrapping paper Littered on the floor. This day has a meaning, But this is not it. Not in deep, thoughtless greed Or young faces lit. Much greater things exist, But we choose to ignore them. There are better things out there; We choose not to explore them. We are happy, somewhat, With gifts and with food. But in our hearts, we wonder, Is this really good? This one is mainly about how modern culture and capitalism have corporate Christmas. It's no longer what it used to be. At this point, it's mostly just another way for us to channel our greed. I'd like to tell a little story here: When Charles Schulz (pretty sure that how you spell it) was making the peanuts Christmas cartoon and preparing to broadcast it, someone from the broadcasting service went up to him and told him to please not include the bivle verse, as the vible is a religious book. He then responded, It's a religious holiday! He may have gotten his way, but thwt is just one example of how this holiday has been turned into nothing but an opportunity for you to see family and get things. It is more than that.