Uh oh. Poetry...
The song Vienna by the Fray is amazing, by the way. I'm listening to it right now. Awww it makes me pine.
Okay, I feel like posting some lame poetry of mine from as early as September. Please read through all these and don't just skim. Because that's even lamer than my actually writing these. (Ha! Oh! That was goooood.)
Sept (A haiku!)
I'm myself with you
forget the inhibitions
forget the constant pressure
You are my freedom
Beginning of December
Wintertime, pink skies
your eyes gaze into mine.
Hot chocolate and cider
warm hands and hearts
smiles grow wider.
Losing ourselves in the cold beauty
time passing slowly
as the snow falls gently.
Stepping lightly through
the white blanket covering the ground
footsteps crunching
gloved hands together...
(I fell asleep right after I wrote that and didn't finish. Haha)
And here's a weird one from the middle of December
We walked into the universe/ of painted stars on my ceiling/ you asked me how/ I grinned and shrugged my shoulders.
It was a journey through our minds/ a voyage into our hearts/ a climb, way down/ down to the depths of our souls.
Stars shimmering around us/ sparkling in our eyes/ swept into waves and currents/ of thoughts, emotions, feelings.
I say we should explore/ you smile and agree/ we take each other's hands/ and off we go/ on a search for truth and meaning/ and the hidden beauty of our lives.
There are no secrets here/ they flow freely around us-/ we can hear them on the breeze.
And everything we'd never said/ everything we'd kept inside/ echoes loudly in the night.
The universe is at our fingertips/ and all we have to do is reach/ We look at each other/ thoughts passing through our eyes/ when simultaneously, we nod/ clasp each other's hands/ and prepare to take the leap, together.
It's five seconds until my alarm goes off.
Will we remember this dream?
Sept (this one's super lame *covers face in hands* ahh!)
Bricks are falling/ ice is melting/ a hesitant opening of a door/signals a change- a step forward.
Day by day/ just thinking of you/ just thinking of you makes me smile.
I'm a delicate rose/ trying to hide among thorns/ a closed bud/ but suddenly I'm beginning to bloom.
You open me up/ you make me vulnerable/ it's frightening, how I feel.
I've done all I can/ to numb myself/ to need no one/ to be a loving friend/ yet let no one in.
It'd be less painful/ I wouldn't be vulnerable/ I wouldn't have to worry about feelings/ I wouldn't be open or harmed.
But what, what have I done?
As Ani Difranco would say, "I've put too much on the table and now I have too much at stake."
And here's to mitigate the pain your eyes have endured reading these..what? poems?
A quote from that one thing we read in literature that I can't remember
"Ah love! Could you and I with him conspire
to grasp this sorry scheme of things entire
would not we shatter it to bits- and then
remold it nearer to the Heart's Desire."
In conclusion, my dear fellows...
Life is weird.
Okay, I feel like posting some lame poetry of mine from as early as September. Please read through all these and don't just skim. Because that's even lamer than my actually writing these. (Ha! Oh! That was goooood.)
Sept (A haiku!)
I'm myself with you
forget the inhibitions
forget the constant pressure
You are my freedom
Beginning of December
Wintertime, pink skies
your eyes gaze into mine.
Hot chocolate and cider
warm hands and hearts
smiles grow wider.
Losing ourselves in the cold beauty
time passing slowly
as the snow falls gently.
Stepping lightly through
the white blanket covering the ground
footsteps crunching
gloved hands together...
(I fell asleep right after I wrote that and didn't finish. Haha)
And here's a weird one from the middle of December
We walked into the universe/ of painted stars on my ceiling/ you asked me how/ I grinned and shrugged my shoulders.
It was a journey through our minds/ a voyage into our hearts/ a climb, way down/ down to the depths of our souls.
Stars shimmering around us/ sparkling in our eyes/ swept into waves and currents/ of thoughts, emotions, feelings.
I say we should explore/ you smile and agree/ we take each other's hands/ and off we go/ on a search for truth and meaning/ and the hidden beauty of our lives.
There are no secrets here/ they flow freely around us-/ we can hear them on the breeze.
And everything we'd never said/ everything we'd kept inside/ echoes loudly in the night.
The universe is at our fingertips/ and all we have to do is reach/ We look at each other/ thoughts passing through our eyes/ when simultaneously, we nod/ clasp each other's hands/ and prepare to take the leap, together.
It's five seconds until my alarm goes off.
Will we remember this dream?
Sept (this one's super lame *covers face in hands* ahh!)
Bricks are falling/ ice is melting/ a hesitant opening of a door/signals a change- a step forward.
Day by day/ just thinking of you/ just thinking of you makes me smile.
I'm a delicate rose/ trying to hide among thorns/ a closed bud/ but suddenly I'm beginning to bloom.
You open me up/ you make me vulnerable/ it's frightening, how I feel.
I've done all I can/ to numb myself/ to need no one/ to be a loving friend/ yet let no one in.
It'd be less painful/ I wouldn't be vulnerable/ I wouldn't have to worry about feelings/ I wouldn't be open or harmed.
But what, what have I done?
As Ani Difranco would say, "I've put too much on the table and now I have too much at stake."
And here's to mitigate the pain your eyes have endured reading these..what? poems?
A quote from that one thing we read in literature that I can't remember
"Ah love! Could you and I with him conspire
to grasp this sorry scheme of things entire
would not we shatter it to bits- and then
remold it nearer to the Heart's Desire."
In conclusion, my dear fellows...
Life is weird.
posted by Victoria | 10:00 PM
10 Comments:
Will again, password still unknown.
First, I would like to say that all the poems were excellent. The second one reminds me of Christmas. (this is not in any way difficult to do) I really like Christmas, so I liked it. The one after it is like the idylic scene one plays over and over in their head, all the time wishing "if only", as if "if onlys" would fulfill their dreams. The fourth was like somthing that Paul or I would write: mushy, but good. I would also conclude that life is enigmatically wierd.
Will
Thanks Will. That was a very nice comment. :)
Well, I'm listening to Vienna right now. I like the high notes, I must say, and the singer has a very poignant, controlled voice, but that song is boring! The drummer for that band really bothers me, especially on Vienna since he uses the ride cymbal a whole lot and gives the song this slow,sleepy jazz feel.
I liked all of your poems, really.(well except for that one from the beginning of December, it was too girly and mushy and prose-like) I usually skim poems that are on a computer screen because it hurts my eyes to look too long. I might print up these poems so I can actually soak them in, though.
That one from the middle of December was pretty interesting. Maybe it's just me, but that song from the middle of December sounded to me like two people having an acid trip or about two people being physically intimate.
Whoa...those were awesome. Admittedly, the September one was the least-awesome of them all, but apart from that... The bit about stars on the ceiling sounded like something from a DCFC song. Uber kool. Do not lose those poems!!!!
of COURSE the haiku was lame. Its a haiku!
Thanks though. :)
And I did actually think of DCFC when I wrote that stars/universe poem.
I might lose them!
If you lose those poems, I will personally hire a professional blackmailer to threaten Bill Gates who will get a 1337 Haxxor to retrieve those poems from Google's cache.
PERSONALLY!!!!
...WILLY WONKA'S WARRING WINGED WALRUSES!!!!!
who in the heck is DCFC?
Paul: DCFC= Death Cab for Cutie
Gooooood band.
I like your poetry Victoria, this is Jennyk by the way. I really, really like your style. :) I hope you continue with it and your growth through it. :) can't wait to read more, and as far as "lame" poems go, we all have ones we think are lame, but sometimes they just aren't.
By the way, I wasn't referring to the haiku when I said "the September one." I was referring to the one you called "super lame". No, haikus rock my socks.
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