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Poetry Year 1 at UM poetry Year 2 at UM poetry Year 3 at UM poetry a collection of life advice Little Words my rant on the most overused words in our language Upon Happiness an introspective look at the idea of personal happiness A Year Ago a birthday reflection on life A World OF Rainbows a ramble about happiness, love and being alone a Final Fantasy VII vignette Whistle in the Wind a Final Fantasy Tactics piece Hope Keeps Love Alive a Final Fantasy VIII piece about Julia Heartilly | I find myself lost amid a swirl of seasons, oh, and I, find myself, searching for the reasons that my life could go on in such a melodramatic state -a rollercoaster ride backwards through fate... Ah, but it's my January summer and I'm walkin in the light, my whole life's gone insane although I put up quite a fight... I'm walkin on a tightrope with the universe upside down, and it's on days like this you find a smile within that frown... oh, but I can't trust in the world's people anymore, I can't believe they give a damn when to them life is a chore- oh, and I can't feel that anyone truly understands me... maybe once you did, but that time has ceased to be... and so I walk on towards eternity... alone in my January summer... a bow to the string, frayed, worn, the edges of the music, old, torn, keys of my pian', never end, never start, ivory neath my fingers burns akin my heart, mournful sigh to rise and fall away, wandering, winding, dawn, twilight, night, day. a tapestry woven with melodies of mellow, hues of blues, greens, hints of yellow, play on, sing on, dancing rainbows, weave! a portrait, a landscape, strain through a sieve, unraveled, this fabric, sand drifting in wind, dust falling away, believe not thou hast sinned. this thy punishment, or a backwards reward, to never stop the melody, the song once adored. tired was left lifetimes in the past, and the music weaves and winds like a river fast. I stand alone on this pedastal of stone, and never there a day I allow to condone the art that has breathed my life, my soul, the rhythm, the religion, the love made me whole. Would I to control every instrument in my life and be able to blame no one but myself for joy or strife? God, thou hast willed me the most precious treasure, the inspiration in my soul to create the pleasure, and I play of all despair, in wild fury, the melody ceaseless weaves life's majestic glory. Music of Earth, bind me to every life, every face, Music of Water, oh river, carry me to every place, Keep my heart burning strong, oh Music of Fire, Music of Air, lift my spirit with hope and desire my tapestry, my sand, my blessed God-gift of light, oh song, oh melody, hold me through day and night. the world is a different place when it rains the water falling, calming, cooling washing it all away the angry and bitter voices soothed I find the humblest truth not in any awards or words not in praise bestowed upon me but in blood and tears and the droplets hit my face stinging me softly and the sound is like music delicate glass chimes a hostile world of sullen gazes sharp as knives umbrellas your ignorance pierces me just like the words you never spoke in that hot blaring sun my face is wet now, with the sweetness the clouds have wept with me and this gray day wraps around me rocking me gently were I its babe In that gentle embrace I will find my certain solace my own voice another glass chime I let the pain bleed away and so I have turned my face to the rain I have let it cry its tears upon me and I have not forgotten you but I have let go of what I wanted us to be |