Tuesday, November 25, 2008

My latest poem..

I wrote this poem last night. Apparently my poetry comes out at night :D It's a lot of incoherent mumbo jumbo nonsense... I'm undecided as to whether I like it or not. I like a line or two but....

My mind is a maze
Only I hold
The key to its door.
Enter at your own risk.
The walls I build
Only I have the power
To destroy.
Those who manage
To tear down my walls,
Leave an indelible mark
On who I am,
And make me build
Stronger defenses
Higher walls..

I fear to open
The trapdoor to my memories
Long suppressed fears
Hidden doubts
Buried weaknesses,
Stowed away
Longing to break free
To consume and vanquish
Like a wild forest fire
Every question
Fuel to feed the growing flame.

People don't see
The battles I fight within my mind
Fires that rage within my soul
Covered beneath a mask of gaiety and joy..

My will power
My humanity
Stands
A lone flickering candle
Ready to go out
With a tiny gust of wind.

My smile hides the
Pain and fear within
The crumbling sadness
The overpowering loneliness..

The fire continues to rage
Consuming all it sees,
I can feel it eating away
At my consciousness
I know people can't see the flame smoldering in my eyes
I fear the day
When it will win the battle
and defeat
The core I fight to save.

Friday, November 21, 2008

HAve a seat upon a cloud..

This is a poem I read in Chicken Soup for the teenage soul 3.. I thought I should share it..

HAVE A SEAT UPON A CLOUD
Have a seat upon a cloud and make yourself at home
You are now inside my dreams, inside a book, inside a poem.

Where anything can happen if you only make it real
Plunge into my waters if you're not afraid to feel.

Take off your shoes and close your eyes, relax upon my sand
Join me in my land of dreams, reach out and take my hand.

Let me share my dreams with you until you find your own
I'll take you there if you'll believe, take mine out on loan.

Where birds are words so gracefully they glide across the sky
Leave behind your worries, here the rules do not apply.

Pick my flowers if you like and plant a seed or two
Paint the sky in polka dots if you do not like it blue.

Climb my trees, face your fears; erase them one by one
See the world from up above and don't stop at the sun.

When the world starts raining down and the sun is out of sight
Let your dreams control your mind and help you through the night.

There's a place inside my dreams for all who care to roam
So have a seat upon a cloud and make yourself at home.
Danielle Rosenblatt

Monday, November 17, 2008

my latest attempt

I wrote this poem last night. Its one of my worst worst attempts... Proceed at your own risk.. You have been warned..

I am standing at a crossroads
Looking at everyone
Around me.
Left behind as the crowd
Surges forward.
I gaze with forlorn longing
At the determined
Focused faces,
Minds with paths charted out,
Feet leading them firmly
Down their destined roads.
And I look at myself,
Confused
Directionless
Lost
Wondering if there ever will be a way
My own road to take.
I hate this feeling of
Helplessness
Disillusionment.
I don't want a mirror anymore
To show me my faults,
My failures,
My shortcomings.
What i need,
is a guiding hand
A force, a greater being
To show me the way
Give me a hint
Light up a path..

I look at the others
And feel small, worthless
Insignificant.
I wonder if I will ever
Leave a mark on anyone, anything.
And I ask again,
Yet again,
If I have a purpose,
A reason for being..

Now if you dont like it join the club, I dont like it either.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Story i read...

This is a story I read in Chicken Soup for the Soul.

It's a story about a bus bumping along a back road in the south. In one seat a wispy old man sat holding a bunch of fresh flowers. Across the aisle was a young girl whose eyes came back again and again to the man's flowers. The time came for the old man to get off. Impulsively he thrust the flowers into the girl's lap. "I can see you love the flowers," he explained, "and I think my wife would like for you to have them. I'll tell her I gave them to you." The girl accepted the flowers, then watched the old man get off the bus and walk through the gate of a small cemetery.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

A house of cards

I wrote this a while back... It didnt really come out too well, and I don't even know if it's complete...

Life is like
A house of cards.
Every memory,
Every experience
A flimsy pillar of support.
Balancing precariously
On the thin edge of sanity.
Ready to topple over
With the slightest breeze.
The minutest push
Sending it all crashing.
Every minute we add a card
To the shaky structure of life,
Never knowing which one
Can push us over the edge
Into the abyss
With no hope of return...