mania

The first thing I ruled out
was mania

My money makes more - multiplies

and the clothes in my
closet come out

costing not more
than a few dozen dollars
or so.

The Glorious Dream

For so long I was wandering
in the crushing, painful dark,
anger uncontrolled, and I-
cursed with the blackened mark.

Then you revealed, with tearful eyes
within my glorious dream,
the secret that was locked inside-
its piercing, golden gleam.

That you were sent- far from me;
you'd love me if you could,
and though it was the saddest day-
at last, I understood.

And even though, in life I know,
It's not reality
I do forgive and now must live-
the Truth has set me free.

The Golden Summer

The caramel of the sun rays
matched the caramel of your hair
while the dust of dreams and dandelions
danced on sparkling air,

Beneath blue skies, we sat in
fields of summer roasted wheat
with the whispers of used whispers
left to wander at our feet,

With crimson lips of cashmere
and gleaming azure eyes
amid your feathered words
were anything but lies,

With bark behind our backs
there was no need to rush
even as the skies turned gold
from orange evening blush,

Never could this moment fade
but never could it stay
I promise I will not forget
any moment of any day.

-Dedicated to B.S., who was only ever perfect.

Mini Haiku Day :)

Just a little Haiku today :)
And this is a first because I've never written a poem about this particular person before.



How to make me smile:
the scintillating ocean
in your eyes would help.

A Distinguished Journey

I saw a giant hawk today;
It looked me in the eyes.
And with its shining angel wings
it took me to the skies.

From the air I saw the world;
All emerald and small.
And though the bird was shook by wind
I did not fear the fall.

Soaring over mountains tall
and oceans just as green,
I saw the treasures of the Earth
as I had never seen.

Approaching near to heaven,
but closer to the Earth,
I was as close to perfect
as I had been since birth.

At last he set me down again
upon the sparkling dust,
I'd rather just go on with him,
but return to life I must.

The Dreamer

The worst day of my life
appeared before my eyes,
as swiftly as the wind,
as silent as my cries.

The day they found my secret
was the day they strapped me down.
They wanted color - beauty -
but my world was black and brown.

Before, the world was vibrant
and I lived my life in bliss.
My secret once was special;
My secret here is this:

Everything I dream
becomes reality.
They make me sleep for their rewards
and all the waste is me.

Past

I wrote this for poetry class a while ago (2/3/10), but I really liked how it turned out:

I Know a Man
By: Robert Creeley

As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,—John, I

sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what

can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,

drive, he sd, for
christ’s sake, look
out where yr going.


I Have a Friend
By: Kate Ratliff

And then I tld my
friend, because I am
always talking, -Dan, I

dclrd, which was his
name, your soul lasts for-
ever, please

do not fight against
it, or else, you'll leave &
why not, spend that time in heaven,

live, he sd, for
crying out
loud, yr going to die.

The Shepherd

The peaceful shepherd
dozing against warm
wood of a pasture
fence.

Where sheep live like kings
in a peasant's square
protected and fed
and led.

The shepherd's grand----
cries weakly - but why
are you not in the
world, living?

A crinoline reply
floats above the sweetgrass.
Where would I
be without them?

To be broken many times is to disappoint the speaker

When he was young,
he was broken and tired
with words constantly swallowed.
they'd crunch and snap in half - those
sharp consonants.
The vowels were another thing
altogether. Their soft flow
down his throat filled his stomach,
right up to the top until.......he
gave them up fantastically.
Presently, the words assemble on the
page, stacked in neat rows.
row after row after row.
But the white ice of paper
and coal of ink
do not
emote.
For by the face connections construct themselves.
So now, he is not broken
but he will break again.

The Ruins of a Perfect Situation

I would like nothing more
than to knock upon your door,
I'd be silent, that's a perk,
as we do our stacks of homework.

The sounds of cool tunes
will fill the spaces of the room,
but I can't do that anymore,
you've put a lock upon the door.

Emily Jane Bronte

Here is a poem by Emily Jane Bronte:

Sympathy

There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew,
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair—though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart for ever?

They weep, you weep, it must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And winter sheds its grief in snow
Where Autumn's leaves are lying:
Yet, these revive, and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted:
Then, journey on, if not elate,
Still, NEVER broken-hearted!

The Musings

That beaming smile,
that is so rare
you shared with me,
stuck to my skin

So unexpected
caught my eye
and I felt my own
grow and grow.

SARA TEASDALE

I found a poet named Sara Teasdale who is amazing! Here are some of her poems:

The Look

BY SARA TEASDALE

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.

This poem shows a way that we all think sometimes. You have those people in your life, or maybe they have left your life by now, but you wish you could have had them. You want all of them, or maybe just a small part of them, but you cannot for some reason or another. I think this also speaks to the feeling you get sometimes that you are meant to be best friends forever with someone, the need to know everything about them and to have all of them.

Unvariables

Pt. I
Our fates are, Kate - intertwined
since yesterday the stars aligned
a brush of skin, so creamy white
against your warmth; I'm yours tonight

Pt. II
and in my dreams
my eyes looked up,
and saw yours
glancing back.
we were alone,
an empty hall.
I couldn't breathe,
I couldn't breathe.

my lips parted
feeling yours,
your muscled body
holds me gently,
I awake alone
in the dark.
I can't sleep,
I can't sleep.

Pt. III
.open mouths
.tongues greeting
.each other in pink
.harmony.
.soft lips and soft lips
.brush and moisten.
.slow-deep-breaths.
.no thoughts
.but the present,
.but the toe-tingling
.skin-sparkling
.smile.
.a flourish of the heart-
INTERRUPTION
.whispers reveal the
next meeting place
when we can be
alone again.

You Are Here

8 times a day
I think about you
that doesn't even
count the time
we spend together.



Observation:
If you shower so
late at night that
when you come out
the automatic lights
have turned off
your shower was too
long and it is
way too late.

Time to Think in an Unused Place Part 2

glimmer of silver
floats up the aisle
finally comes to rest
silent, not sleepy,
words reach the ceiling
secrets and dreams confessed.

Time to Think in an Unused Place Part 1

Steps in, no footsteps
darkness presses in.
When eyes adjust to
the shadows, there is,
in fact a golden beam.

The night before
the light was on.
Stained glass shone on
the floor; The stars
fought to come in.

Only two shadows
were making noise,
but not often.
The darkness did
not stop them; he
helped the words come
out.

The second night fell
and the shadows kept
up in the corner.

And I Can't Do A Thing.

I secretly love Tuesdays,
Because of what you do,
You talk and smile and laugh and sing,
And I know its really you.

I secretly love Tuesdays,
Because of what we do,
We talk and smile and laugh and sing,
Not one or one but Two.

I secretly love Tuesdays,
And I secretly love you,
I hope you have a secret,
That you might love me too.

Dangerous

I am dangerous.
What I want,
And what I have,
And what I should want
Separate me

Into parts. I N T O P A R T S

One day, I held your hand
(we held hands)
Your lips touched mine
(our lips pressed together)
Your smell; that beautiful,
Glorious, heavenly scent.
It moves me away
(from myself)
And puts me next to
You, here.
Together.