The very train of thought
leading me to write this poem
left on the last train heading north.
It was scheduled for 4 p.m.
Sharp
as a knife cutting through
worries
about worrying too much
when they are having a good time.
Do you think they noticed
I wasn't there so they might
play Where's Noah like
Where's Waldo but Waldo's
at the train station
waiting for 4 p.m.
sharp.
Getting away is
as easy as a hot knife
through butter
but the worries haunt like
a lonely ghost after sunset
and maybe I'll find a friend
in that ghost
or maybe they'll
find Waldo
at 3.59 p.m.
sharp
as a knife,
one minute
before the train of thought
that lead to this poem
left
Paper cut outs cut out paper
cut outs cut out paper cut outs
cut out paper cut outs cut out
paper cut outs
until the entire world stops making so much sense anymore.
We are forced to stand
side by side
standing side by side standing
side by side;
because we are expected
to fit their mold of
so-called perfection.
But the straw faces standing
in every identical window
couldn't understand the difference
between the difference in human beings
and the difference in the length
of the grass on their lawn
and their neighbors'.
How can they understand what
it means to hide underneath your
own skin when the only time
they've ever had to hide
was playin
The romance of the stars
is one that only planets can dream of
so I told her
"let's become planets tonight.
Let's never go back
to the heart wrench of home.
There's too much beauty in
the world to see
to have our hearts be broken.
Let's write letter to each other
like Neil Armstrong writes the moon
every night to remind her
that he hasn't forgotten
everything they every had.
What they had was so precious."
I'm tired
Of living life lucky
I want to count myself lucky
To be alive, to be the one
With a sad story, but it doesn't have
An ending, no, I don't want
For things to ever end
I'm tired
Of not having a story to tell
When the words to write it burn
So freely in my mind
I wish to have something worth
Writing for
Something that takes me back
When I see
A word, a place, a shadow, a face
I want to be taken right back
I'm tired of dreaming
Because everything in my dreams
Goes pleasantly wrong,
But real life it seems could never
Be so bad, being right and
I want to go home, to feel at peace
Except the roof over my head feels
So cold, I just want
Solemn river, why do you lie
Alone in these woods with me when I cry?
Quick river, what's the rush
In bringing an echo into my heart's soft hush?
Empty river, when I call
Where'd you run after the fall?
Angry river, what is wrong?
Why don't you listen to my song?
Friendly river, please don't leave!
For a moment, let's just be.
An ocean of poison
Has gained hold of me
I've set off to new horizons
With the hope I'll be free
But storms stand in the way of
The escape from this misery
No longer I'll be holden
By the poison of the sea
The very train of thought
leading me to write this poem
left on the last train heading north.
It was scheduled for 4 p.m.
Sharp
as a knife cutting through
worries
about worrying too much
when they are having a good time.
Do you think they noticed
I wasn't there so they might
play Where's Noah like
Where's Waldo but Waldo's
at the train station
waiting for 4 p.m.
sharp.
Getting away is
as easy as a hot knife
through butter
but the worries haunt like
a lonely ghost after sunset
and maybe I'll find a friend
in that ghost
or maybe they'll
find Waldo
at 3.59 p.m.
sharp
as a knife,
one minute
before the train of thought
that lead to this poem
left
Paper cut outs cut out paper
cut outs cut out paper cut outs
cut out paper cut outs cut out
paper cut outs
until the entire world stops making so much sense anymore.
We are forced to stand
side by side
standing side by side standing
side by side;
because we are expected
to fit their mold of
so-called perfection.
But the straw faces standing
in every identical window
couldn't understand the difference
between the difference in human beings
and the difference in the length
of the grass on their lawn
and their neighbors'.
How can they understand what
it means to hide underneath your
own skin when the only time
they've ever had to hide
was playin
The romance of the stars
is one that only planets can dream of
so I told her
"let's become planets tonight.
Let's never go back
to the heart wrench of home.
There's too much beauty in
the world to see
to have our hearts be broken.
Let's write letter to each other
like Neil Armstrong writes the moon
every night to remind her
that he hasn't forgotten
everything they every had.
What they had was so precious."
I'm tired
Of living life lucky
I want to count myself lucky
To be alive, to be the one
With a sad story, but it doesn't have
An ending, no, I don't want
For things to ever end
I'm tired
Of not having a story to tell
When the words to write it burn
So freely in my mind
I wish to have something worth
Writing for
Something that takes me back
When I see
A word, a place, a shadow, a face
I want to be taken right back
I'm tired of dreaming
Because everything in my dreams
Goes pleasantly wrong,
But real life it seems could never
Be so bad, being right and
I want to go home, to feel at peace
Except the roof over my head feels
So cold, I just want
Solemn river, why do you lie
Alone in these woods with me when I cry?
Quick river, what's the rush
In bringing an echo into my heart's soft hush?
Empty river, when I call
Where'd you run after the fall?
Angry river, what is wrong?
Why don't you listen to my song?
Friendly river, please don't leave!
For a moment, let's just be.
An ocean of poison
Has gained hold of me
I've set off to new horizons
With the hope I'll be free
But storms stand in the way of
The escape from this misery
No longer I'll be holden
By the poison of the sea
So the poster I submitted here a while ago (http://truefyr.deviantart.com/art/And-the-White-Dove-Dies-352896145) has ended up winning third place in my city's annual Holocaust memorial contest, which is kind of a big deal. I am super excited!
Alright, I'm looking for some feedback. I feel like my poetry has been getting very repetitive. I'd love to hear some ideas from all of you on what subjects you'd like to see me write about next!
Hey everyone, I'd just like to give you all a heads up that I might not always respond to comments or the like. It's not because I don't want to reply, or don't want to interact with you, it's because my social awkwardness kicks in and I have no idea how to respond. Thanks for putting up with my silly awkwardness!
We're glad to have you as a member and look forward to seeing your contributions!
We also hold a lot of contests with great prizes, so keep your eye out for them! We currently have our annual writing tournament underway. All the details can be found in the group blog.