Death's Checklist

I did this poem for an assignment. We had to write a poem that was a list. I remember that I struggled with the concept, thinking that I couldn't express anything worth reading with a list. I proved myself wrong though. Tell me if you agree. ~T


scream
cry
hyperventilate
panic
silence
Will I survive?
wide eyes
tears
breathing
heart beats
nothing
Will I survive?

The Students' Snow Storm

The various movements of students
Each motion unique
The tapping of a foot
The clicking of a tongue
The biting on a pen
The putting on of some gloves
The rhythm of silent sounds
sweetly singing of sleepiness
eyes dart around
some are lazy, others are intriguing
The symphony sounds out in anxiety
Waiting for the silent white
To release them from their cage.

LOL. I loved this poem and writing it was fun too. I remember observing the classmates around me as we all waited to hopefully be released early from school because of the falling snow. :) I don't remember however if we did get released early or not. Goes to show it's the waiting that counts and not the prize. :) ~T

Reality

Usually I talk after the poem, but I am doing before today. ;p I was looking through old writings of mine from high school. I found two old poems I wrote for a class. I thought I would share them with you. enjoy :) ~T

Old age bitterly falls
falls into my bones, into my skin
skin droops and wrinkles and is tanned
tanned as a young Californian, happy in the sun
sun shines through the windows of my dreary, dark room
room for my children, my grandchildren, to run and play
play an old hymn on the organ at church
church is where I congregate among my friends
friends grow old... I grow old.

Is I

Who I am, Is I
a subtle breeze through the trees
a bluebird flitting across the sky
Who I am, Is I
the sunlight glittering through the trees
the splash of color from a butterfly
Who I am, Is I
a drip of golden dew from a leaf
a flash of fur from a deer slipping by
Who I am, Is I
the blue drip, drip, drop of rain
the quiet slip of a shade, gone by
Who I am, Is I
a brittle bark of a log, decomposing
a changing leaf beneath the fly
Who I am, Is I
the song of the hidden bird at night
the cold touch of rock beneath the night sky
Who I am, Is I.


This poem was inspired by the song Who You Are by Jessie J. Beautiful song. :)
~T

Paths

Which path, which path?
which path to take?
the lands are treacherous
and there's so much at stake
Worlds flow through
Rich with promise
Itching, clawing, begging
to ring the glottis
a hearty laugh
full of soul
smile upon
her senses dulled
which path, which path?
her path to take
all or none
her heart does ache
reaching, seeking, taking all
to sing out laughter
from her stories' sway
string the notes
high with joy
as each path unfurles
each path deployed.


It's been a long time since I have posted a new poem. Mostly because it's been almost that long since I have written one. My mind has been distracted with other writings and readings which actually inspired this poem. I have been working on several story ideas as well as working on one novel and reading several novels. It's hard to choose which story to delve into though, which is what inspired this poem. =) enjoy.
~T

Spider

Spider, spider
hanging by a thread
Land, I dare ya.
You'll be dead.
This place is just big enough
for me
and to be honest I find you
a bit creepy
crawl away and find a place
where flies will be easy to catch
and yummy to taste
Spider, spider
hanging by a thread
please don't land
It's just not safe for you
I'm afraid I'd have to introduce
you to my shoe.
crawl away
please, I say
maybe we can play
another day.

lol, squashed a spider yesterday on the floor, it was huge! and then today, fake spiders hanging for decorations for Halloween made me think of this.
~T

Alone

Alone in the night
my heart
I do fight
empty and aching
never to sleep
never to waking
alone in my dreams
alone in my fears
alone tonight
alone for years
calloused hands broke
calloused eyes blind
empty soul took
empty soul left behind
chips and pieces
more than enough
the hollow sound too much
being alone is tough
reaching for something
anything to hold
dying to be loved again
before I'm too old.

This poured out of me after feeling so alone w/o anyone special in my life for a long time now. Seeing other people complain about missing loved ones who have to be away from them for a while, to me it's like, at least you know they are out there and that they love you. I'm not knocking your pain of missing them, I just am jealous I suppose. I'd rather be in pain of missing someone than the pain I have sometimes of not having anyone to miss.
~T