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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 | Here in the blissful afternoon shadows I sit the hues of gray washing over me there is just enough light to see by it is the perfect time for dreaming for remembering in reflection on my life I find I do not regret any of it you might tell me I've done wrong to say what I've said to love more than one It is not my choosings, but my feelings maybe even the most giving people are as self-centered as the rest or maybe the shadows are all simple illusions there aren't many rhymes lately but one can't expect life to always fit into that mold for sometimes it flows freely verse to passionate verse line to excruciating line with no meter and no form sometimes its shadows waft in and out of our vision with nary an explanation and that is by far more wondrous than if every other line rhymed dreams are a peculiar thing no sooner is one in your grasp than the shadows take it away replacing it with another unpredictable is the heart but maybe that is what it means to be human to err to hope to dream And I do not regret any of it I see their mouths move as they hurry by yet I hear no sound from their lips I only hear the rushing cascade of water falling from the fountain behind me Their eyes do not see me - They see only where they are going. I breathe in the scent of the coming rain as clouds drift lazily yet swiftly in from the northwest I feel the scent of the rain as if it were an entity unto itself Maybe that is what makes me so different so invisible I am, as I sit here on this worn wooden bench, that hardly anyone could see me, even if they knew to look They all have their eyes on the finish line And like the scent of rain, I am out of phase with the rest of reality If it can be called that - for is not reality something we have a hand in creating for ourselves? Did I step out on choice? Did my own actiosn grant me the bittersweet ability to watch the world as it goes by, eyes on the goal? Am I only to simply watch? Nay, though I be a watcher, I, too, have a goal, somewhere out there. but as I sit here smiling a greeting to the scent of the rain, I realize that being out of phase simply blesses me with the joy of being able to enjoy the scenery - the road that takes me there and all it has to offer. Candle Tiny light in the bleakness of night Minute spark in the fathoms of life How do you stand alone against the world The wind threatens your flame even as it ignites it The heat melts you even as it warms you How do you survive? Once I was a candle too But maybe I blew too hard Too fast Too strong Because the wick has been cold for a long time Longer than my heart knows to count It’s been so long that I don’t remember where the matches are Did I ever light a match to start you So long ago? I can’t remember that either Your light casts flickering shadows across the ceiling of this room Drawing pictures of the past Tracing outlines of the future Crashing against my heart as a wave crashes against the sand I want to be you If only to be me Somehow, someday… To be me again day and age and past to now often I have wondered how people in life did get along without a little hopeful song could I give up the dream inside as from myself I've tried to hide without success I said I had stopped believing in hope Once I believed in just one love to hold in heart like heaven above just one poem and but one dance I heard one song and one romance there was no other way to live and I gave all I had to give wasn't enough for him I said I don't believe in love anymore but here you are in disbelief as I am drowning in my grief you are...more than words say more than my piano hands play you are not perfection, you are real but what an intoxicating way to feel indescribably insane Maybe there's no need to live in dreams you are more than stars to count sweeter than sugar in any amount inspiring within what I lost of me and yet I am not confined but free I hear a new song on the breeze to life, to love, I'm on my knees I never write love poems You make me believe again but not so much in but one story instead in life's multitude of glory for you are more than this poet's rhyme more than a perfect dream lost in time real, and even with so much at stake now, you can have this heart to break For without love, what is life? To capture the essence of dawn would be quite an amazing thing To find words for dew on grass or expression for flowers sweet Words pale to paint a landscape as wondrous as heaven on Earth The sun alight in a sapphire sky softly kissing another day's birth The ground still cool 'neath my feet I cast my eyes to the sky above And as I revel in all God's glory I'm thinking of you, my love Little my words can image the morn or likewise do justice to you But let me kiss you soft as dawn light and you will know that my love is true |