Posts Tagged ‘hope’

Somewhere among the dueling concrete

and greenery;

somewhere among the orchards

and the painted dollhouses of suburbia;

somewhere in the obnoxious cries of the gull,

the wail of the baby, the shoots of light

that grow out of the sun;

somewhere in the deep

blue-black forest of scrawls by the poet,

there is

hope.

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A Song Inspired by the works of Stephen Sondheim,

specifically “No One Is Alone” from “Into the Woods”

I’m all alone now

Nothing to speak to, but the air

Just ‘cause no one’s here now

doesn’t mean they don’t care

So why do I feel so lonely?

So empty and despaired?

Will things be okay?

Please, no one tell me that I’m wrong

Throughout all of next day

I have to appear strong

Is it wrong to feel this empty?

Is it wrong to be scared?

Where did I go wrong?

Pushing too hard, falling too fast

Was it doomed all along?

Why does the pain last?

It’s said that you’re never alone

Someone will take your side

My someones’ left me all alone

Don’t even have my pride

Will things be okay?

Please, someone, help me to be strong

Say “let the feelings stay”

Tell me I’m not wrong

The New Year is but an hour away.

Minutes separate myself

from a new sun- that new jewel

set into its old, black, stone broach-

and my changing life.

 

I have yet to empty my lungs

of old breath.

Have yet to empty my mind

of new doubts,

the kind that are common this time of year.

I have yet to purge my body

of sins well aged, like fine wine

(they lingered even on Christmas Day).

 

And so the clock and calendar eye me

with regret. And I sigh,

slump into the sofa,

play with my old thumbs,

and smile in spit of the fact

that what’s to come

is as unknown to me

as the source of this burgeoning sense of hope.

My regular blood flow is interrupted,

the drumbeat changed, when I see you.

No longer does my pulse stream

at a constant rate, unnoticeable,

it quickens to a locomotive pace.

My heart and guts quiver,

something in me swells, engorges

and pushes away feelings of sadness

as simply as a tear is stroked away

by the steady finger of a lover.

Is it your flushed face,

your small and kind eyes-

their blue warmth like a stove-fire,

which tug my gaze to be held there,

like the compliant needle of a compass?

You, the center,

are far from me,

buried in long conversations

with people I do not know-

one man with dark hair, one man in flannel.

Do you even know my name?

My heart observes:

learning every detail of your face and the way you walk,

listening to the sound of your voice,

fluttering like a doe’s eye from the subtlety of your laugh.

This moment is conceivably permanent;

I smile at your back, my heart pulsating

at a frantic-rabbit pace,

and you staring forward,

head tilted at an angle which I can admire.

My thoughts jumping with happy possibilities

and the sad realization that they will never be.

Unless,

you turn and smile at me.

So I thought about posting something witty, but then decided against primarily because I couldn’t think of anything particularly witty to post (It’s raining heavily where I am, and the noise is kind of distracting).

Then I thought about posting another poem, but I honestly feel like my metaphorical creative well has run dry. And I didn’t want to post anything philosophical or meaningful ‘cuz I don’t want to bring other people down and bring myself down even more. I also realized that I need to be studying for a Calculus exam because I have failed my first two and if I don’t pass the next two, one of which is tomorrow, it’s very likely that my GPA will then be so low that I may be denied any subsidiary loan for this semester.

And that got me thinking about the meaning of life and our going-nowhere political situation in the U.S. and blah blah blah.

So in the end I just decided to go watch Vlogbrothers. They’re two intelligent people, and they can talk about issues much more intelligently than I can, plus their presentation of intelligent material is not informative, it’s entertaining!

And while listening to John talk about the various books he’s written and published I thought: How does he DO IT!?!?!? And then I remembered that John is man with a considerable amount of time on his hands because he’s not in school.

Nonetheless, I did find that this was enough to lighten my mood and instill a new sense of determination in me.

I have always been fascinated with the world of prose, and while I do enjoy the faster medium of poetry, I have always wanted to have an actual story published. In fact, I came to a decision not too long ago that I was going to finish a short story by next summer’s end. And with that I march onward, pen and computer both at the ready, gathering courage to face tomorrows math test, and the many obstacles that will most assuredly follow it!

I hope that this somewhat unintelligible blathering has instilled a new sense of hope in anyone else who is in a bit of a drag. I also hope that you got at least a small smile or laugh out of it 🙂

Until next time, dftba and stay tuned.

I love it when things just happen to work out.

Stress is suppose to be incredibly damaging to your health, and while I may not believe in sheer coincidence, it is nice to receive a good surprise every now and then.

I now have less work on my plate, which means hopefully I can compel myself to get out of bed early and get things done! It seems to me too, that (I honestly just realized this) after I preoccupy myself I have a sudden surge of creative energy and my writer’s block is alleviated. How I never noticed this before is a mystery.

And to those who have a lot too do and are feeling overwhelmed, I advise you to take as much time as you see fit and do whatever you believe will take your mind off that stress- be it going for a brisk jog, or having a “Friends” marathon, do what you will but set a timer so you can get back to work.

All I can say is when a heavy burden is lifted of your shoulders it honestly makes you feel like there’s somebody looking out for you.

And that somebody is willing to make you not so weak and weary. =)

Meeting Place

Posted: November 9, 2013 in Love Poems, Poetry
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Can we meet

in that stretch between trees

and fields of wheat and wildflowers?

Where ghosts dance by the moon’s ascension,

and shadows play across the humped hills.

Where lights glide along

the sun’s path,

and voices dissolve, and music abides.

Can we meet here,

touch here,

where no one can see us

when the pearly shell of the moon closes

and we are just two living souls

in a world of racing shadows.