A Non-Stereotypical Rant

So, ok, I haven't posted anything in a really long time. I barely touch this place, and I'm not one to simply leave something stagnant when I run out of ideas. I've also just realized that a great deal of my poetry is awful (except for one that I just recently finished). So, there's no point in waiting around for the next bright idea to pop into my head. I may as well use this for intelligent ranting as well like some other bloggers (I'm not into the unitelligible ranting that most bloggers are into lately). So, yes, this is my great enlightenment for the day, not that it's going to matter since, as far as I can see, no one reads this thing anyway :P Oh well, I guess it's also just fun to be able to tell someone "Hey, I have a blog!", and they give you the most terrible look as if now you're the stereotypical depressed blogger who rants about how aweful their life is :D Oh, and here's my recently finished poem/lyric that is NOT a piece of crap...

Tell me this isn't over
Too much has been done
For this to be a phase
Just one of those
Passing games

Tell me there is no end
For I fear the risk
Of becoming one of those fools
Who lets sweet moments as these
Come to only memory

For here we've become princes
No longer society's paupers
Free to our mind's content
Free to heart's desire

Tell me this will live
As a journey we'll embark together
That this will not die in memory
But grow in our history
As we grow closer still

For here we are friends
Not convenient acquaintances
Forever to grow
Forever to love

Through tears, through smiles
Through anger, through laughs
Through joy, through silence
We've stayed, we've loved

Tell me this isn't over
Tell me there is no end
Tell me this will live
Tell me this is home

I still haven't figured out a title for this one, but let me give you some background information on it. I was invited to studdy at Cambridge University (in England) for a month this summer, and I made some really close friends on that trip. I also really changed as a person, or, really, I became more comfortable with myself. It was the most "me" I had felt in a really long time, and I didn't want to leave the people who had made helped me reach this stage in my self exploration. They were also just really awesome kids who I wanted to take home with me and continue to do rediculous things with :D

The Truth of A Rose

Sorry for posting nothing the past few months. I've been really busy. So here's a poem I wrote a while ago (please critique!!)

A rose is a rose is just a rose
A stem with some petals
A pretty scented thing

And oh! how it is so dearly praised
The representation
Of love, of affection

But that's all it is, a mere symbol
'Tis not the love you share
'Tis not the one you love

I wish to love not with roses
But with my soul, with heart
For that is truly love

The Storm

I know, I need a better title, but I'll think of one later. This poem isn't my favorite, but I wanted to experiment with this idea and with a different measure pattern. The last three words are supposed to be on a slant so that it looks like the words are falling, but this won't let me do that for whatever reason. So it doesn't look the way it should either, but I still want criticism!!!!! Please!!!!!!!

The calm after the storm
Never comes when needed
Always waits for damage to ensue

The roar of thunder
Pounds through all the chaos
Never leaving a moments peace

Skies darken with anger
Rain pours o'er land and sea
And there's no room left for sunlight

Trees bend to the winds
Waves crash out of control
There is not fighting this nightmare

For it will keep howling
It will beat on you
And won't stop 'till it's satisfied

It does not know mercy
It does not care for pleas
But it knows just how to break you

So we endure the pain
As we tremble and wait
For the calm
after
the
storm

A Last Goodbye

This I started writing a few months ago...it's very personal to me...and I don't think I'll ever quite finish it. But, it's a start, and I'd like some comments/tips. Thanks!

What can I say
Would it make a difference
You wouldn’t hear anyway
Now you’re off in the distance
In places I don’t know
In time you may show
But now it’s all over
I won’t be seeing you anymore

What can I do
In an empty space
I think of you
But I can't seem to find a trace
It's not the same
Yet who's to blame
They say you're with me
But how can it be
When I can't see
You're face

It's all a dream but I'm not sleeping
It's all unreal and yet it's true
In all my rage, I loved you
I just hope you knew

S.O.R.R.Y.

This one was actualy inspired by Elton John's song "Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word". I hope you like it ;) ...

Sorry, such a small word for feelings that run
so deep

Sorry, how did we come up with something so brief
for things needing so much description?

Sorry, how do you say it in a tempest of angered emotions
and splintered love?

Sorry, how do you explain it so depths are truly
understood?

Sorry, what must I do to show my apologies mean more
than a word?

*must I remind you, BE HONEST!!!*

Love's Bounds

I felt like posting another poem up (a sonnet, actually)...because I'm bored and I can't focus on my homework :P Besides, it's a happy one! So those of you who read my earlier post can cheer up after that teargerker ;)

I think of you because you’re all I see.
I dream of you because you’re all I want.
No, you’re all I desire, but aye me,
The sun rises and sets, and new days taunt
With displeasures or lure with excitements.
Yet my heart’s drums still only beat your name
In the icy chill of loneliness. Once
I was shy and plain, now my heart’s as tame
As a horse in lush fields. But, however
Wide those pastures are, my love’s so endless
No scholar can ever give it measure.
Free horses are, but my love’s so boundless
Skies can’t bind me. Worlds may take you away
To their ends, but my love will hold no sway.

*as always, critisizms, critisizms, CRITISIZMS!*

Tears

Here's another poem I wrote a while back. But, I warn you, it's a sad one...

What tears are made of I cannot guess
I knew, but it's now a mess

What are dreams I can't convieve
I've nothing to believe

Please wake up, it must be a dream
And I just want to scream

Yet look around, I'm all broken
My tears are my only token

Time

This poem I'm still working on, too. Especially the ending, I can't figure out how to end it! I wouldn't mind a little help, though ;)

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

It's quite a shock

To see we're locked

In time and clocks

Tick Tock, Tick Tick

Hand's constant flick

But don't be tricked

There's change in clicks

Joy is fleeting

Sorrow's staying

Life's great timing?

Dissapointing

Tick Tock, Tick tock

Oh what a shock

We've got us locked

In time and clocks

*What do we think? Good? Bad? BE HONEST!*

The Game

This is a poem I wrote a while back for an English assignment, and afterwords I edited it and changed it around. Like anything else, it still needs work, but I thought it was good enough to post onto here :P

All the world's a stage they say
We've our part's to play
It's a game we all must choose
One wrong turn, you lose

There are highs and there are lows
Like our beloved rose
Sometimes it's all petals
Sometimes the thorn settles

Be wary what path you take
Knowing that risk's at stake
So choose wisely what you be
The game brings no guarantee

*critisize it! offer suggestions! BE BRUTAL!*