The Glowing Reservoir
You are very perceptive! This is a secret link... or I might have told you the address... or you could have asked. Either way, you're here now. Hope I don't embarrass myself too much.
My poetry stemmed from when I had too much on my mind before sleeping. By writing, it allowed me to unload and temporarily put anxieties to ease. I reasoned that if I were to lay awake for hours, I might as well use the time a little more wisely.
Here is a simple poem, to describe those nights.
Lyrical Light
A myriad of thoughts by night,
Illumine scars hidden from sight.
When I first get my ideas down, I'm ecstatic. After a few days pass, I'll think, "Why did I write that?" or "It isn't that great..." It's a predictable process. In the long run, my biggest fear is the possibility of not being original in my words thereby creating a generic poem. Or worse, that someone else might claim them for their own. (That's why I don't have an obvious link from my page here... paranoid, huh?) It's almost become a personal journal in which to hold memories and reminders about certain things.
If you read these poems, I really hope they are something new. You'll probably realize I have a little thing for rhyme and meter, or structure in general. On the other hand, I know that some poems just can't adhere to those rules.
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A Nap
So tired I fell asleep,
And woke up at eight,
Slept for 14 hours?
Hold on, what's the date?
Darkness outside, whew...
Tomorrow has not yet begun,
Some more time to relax, and
Maybe get some things done.
Uncertainty
Struggling to know, if it is so,
Sleep has been lost, all at my cost,
Why should I care, from here to where,
Important or not, have I forgot?
Falling Behind
Sitting here,
Pondering what could have been,
Inserting what could have been,
Into the past, the lost past,
Another day gone, another year gone,
How have I spend my time, how have I squandered it?
Just sitting here...
Chemistry
Two alike, too alike?
Like mixes with like, right?
If fact, is fact,
Why should opposites attract?
Eyes and Ears
Do not be ensnared by your eyes,
Listen to echoes of the wise,
The foolish place their trust in lies,
Is not a pure heart the true prize?
Burdened
Embellished with blessings,
How could I still want
more from my Shepherd?
I've been pulled through fires,
promised crowning treasures,
yet I have not a mustard seed.
Yoked with fellow hypocrites,
I've walked past the half dead,
without pity. How contemptuous.
Where is my armor, my fruit?
My foundation should not be fragile,
my talents are not to be buried.
Despondence
I have trouble seeing clearly,
Foggy eyes for people near me,
New faces lose before they start,
I'm not fair, not proud of this part.
I wish for chances that don't show,
And when they do, I let them go,
Rationalizing to regrets,
Interest keeps rising with my debts.
The Mirror replies, I shouldn't deny,
Recalls truth that I can't defy,
I dry the tears that bleed inside,
and pray that my faults will subside.
The Decision
Awake.
Behind my blanket,
Cold and reality are more than I want to take.
Dreamed of
Everyone I�d wronged,
Forgave and somehow forgot with unconditional love.
Giving me
Haunting satisfaction,
Innocence restored; how was it done so easily?
Just too quick,
Knowledge which felt
Like one sock, but neither foot I would pick.
Meanwhile,
No one around anymore,
Omnipresent shrieking came from an invisible hostile.
Panic-stricken,
Questions flowed faster than sweat,
Running, I asked myself how incoherent words could sicken?
Silence! Please�
Tired, I kept fleeing from
Unrelenting accusations that finally brought me to my knees.
Voices dying
When I took myself out of that
X dimension, and found myself back, simply lying.
Yearning again�
Zzzz.
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