The Dawn Of Night

The days of youth have left you, and left you far behind
But you will find this abandonment, is not nearly so unkind
Though your once styled hair is softly turning gray
It falls about your face, like the silent words you pray
Your eyes are young and shining, a reflection of the skies
They hold the knowledge of a world, that’s full of truth and lies
And the pain that hides, beneath your wrinkled folds of skin
Still speaks of your dreams, of things that might have been
And the voice that spoke, with the chiming of a bell
Has turned soft and loving, with the fables that you tell
And the young and hopeful, whose faces glow with pride
Have features kissed by beauty, where youthful ways reside
But the truth is running, coming towards them fast
And their visions of the world, wont be long to last
They cannont hold a candle, the the music your heart can play
And by far you are more beautiful, at the end of the day
And now you see its twilight, night is drawing near
There is a peacefull silence, at last that’s void of fear
The time is come to relflect, on the meaning of the day
It was long and glorious, now you know the way
At last there is some meaning, at last you understand
What it means to leave, footprints in the sand
You know the purpose, the meaning of, the life behind
And now you know how truly, you were once so blind
Enjoy at last the peace, enjoy the resolution
The freedom that comes with only, the final absolution
There is a knowledge that comes with dusk, the dawning of twilight
And twilight always comes just before the night

Silent Is The Night

With its all consuming power the night is so revered,
With it ever present danger the night is also feared,
And when the dark curtain falls, a shadow on the light
There is a touch of gladness, to be found amongst the fright
For behind that mask of darkness it is not hard to hide
From the sins that bind us, deeply as our pride
And those who boast of virtue while in the light of day
May like sin turn spiteful, when stars come out to play
For there is not a whiteness, to which the nighttime leaves
To see the secret of the men, that darkness turns to thieves
And within night’s hollow cave, where echoes do not sound
Anguished cries are silent as corpses in the ground
Darkness is the honored guest, the malevolent invite
And I can say no more than this “silent, so silent, is the night”

The sweat that dews upon my brow
Like the ocean’s waves makes me bow
To the sky, smooth as glass
Until the angry shadows pass

And clouds roll in with wind and rain
As lightning turns dark skies insane
Thunder trembles the steamy earth
And seasons seek to find their worth

My lungs are thick with humid air
I am trapped within the inferno layer
Cast by the sun and moon’s affair

Where from heaven, stars come to dance
Before my eyes as fireflies prance
Keening, crickets sing their song
In place of birds all night long

The air at last casts it spell
With its bleached and grassy smell
The salt of victory lies on my tongue
Like the joyous cries of the young
As the earth bursts forth in flame
Angry and devoid of shame
As it burns like the sun
To see a seasons work undone

With a roar the fire itself consumed
Vanishing into the air so sweet perfumed
Leaving behind ashes white
That fall from trees like birds in flight

And from these phoenix ashes rise
Green shoots, up into the skies
And they beckon to sunshine rays
To bring about longer days
And the sweat that dews upon my brow
Like the oceans waves makes me bow

The Shadow Walker (a poem)

so I know it has been a while since I have posted anything that is in part due to how busy these last few days, um weeks, have been. so today after going up to Oxford to watch my sister's friend / Chinese sister graduate, and completely freezing in the process (no joke I spent $2.00 for hot chocolate that I cant drink because I am allergic just so I could hold something warm)I though about my blog. Well truthfully what brought it to mind was a text reminder for an email saying my school literary magazine was not going to publish any of my poetry submissions. So that was a slight downer but it's not like I'm going to stop writing poetry, which reminded me that my imaginary audience and the two followers of my blog happen to enjoy my poetry so why not just share it with them? which is what I am about to do and this Poem I will say nothing about except that I wrote it earlier this fall and as far as the content goes, well that is completely up to interpretation. so I Hope you enjoy it and I hope it will get you thinking, "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm now what could this be about?"

Shadow Walker

The daytime casts shadows long
The setting sun casts them short and strong
Nighttime casts them eerier still
And in the darkness there is a chill,
The darkness is by the shadows made
And I remain, in that, overcast shade
For I am a shadow walker, in the shadows I hide
And in the darkness, I cannot see the teary eyed
My own shadow I cannot trace
It disappears into this shadowy place
But maybe all pain will go away
Maybe I can keep my suffering at bay
If I stay hidden here
Where the shadows mask my fear,
Yes, I am invisible in the darkened shade
Unnoticed my burdens weighed
But still that fear remains within
And so my torments begin,
I am afraid to step into the light
And afraid to be consumed by the night,
I am sad in the safety here
And in the light, I think, joy shall appear,
But by my fear, I am tightly bound
My feet never, leave the ground
And if my feet where to touch the air
And light where to overpower despair
The shadows would go away
And I would rejoice in the sunny day,
If only the light would not leave me, unprotected and exposed
And as it does, I stay safely in the shadows enclosed
And while the darkness brings me tears
The pain is less than my fears
For I have known great pain before
And I have said, never more,
But while I’m safe in the dark
It leaves another kind of mark
And while dreams live for the truth to mock
It is in the shadows I shall walk

Desires Slave : Goodness's Fool

The world that is so filled with desire
Does with hate and greed conspire
To undo a life’s long labor
And sever ties with the saber!
Shall head or heart rule the day?
For either choice what price will pay?
Shall I surrender to desires call?
Become its puppet and its doll?
Or shall my heart stronger rule?
And to goodness make myself a fool?
Will I weep for what is lost?
Always, always there is a cost!
But still it seems I desire more
Though monetary values make me poor!
Can I resist such fleeting pleasures?
To make way for future treasures?
I know the sorrows of today
Slowly will build the way
To a future of glowing dreams!
But the heart stitched at the seems
That still finds cause to bitterly weep
Yet still has joy to closely keep
Has strength that will wan but not expire
In a life that’s spent dismissing desire!
And if I were to be asked my choice
I’d shout it clear in a ringing voice
The words I say my crowning jewel
Over desires slave I’d sooner be a fool



so Here is a poem I wrote a few months ago and I am almost completely happy with it! This is something that rarely happens and when it does I am always very curious as to my readers interpretations so if you happen to read this poem nothing aside from the opportunity to officially publish my work would make me happier than to hear a response from you and to know your interpretations of this little piece of me.

Tears for the world

this is not one of my best poems but I really like the Idea behind it so here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

To think that a world which in the eyes of a child sparkles like the sun
Could with hate and ignorance, in darkness come undone
To think that desire controls us like a puppet on strings
Or that it is fear rather than truth and justice that rings
To think that hate triumphs over acceptance
That we despise without repentance
To think that the world doesn’t have to be this way
That we do not have to wallow in shades of grey
To think that we have to but reach out a hand
To change the steps that follow in the sand
Come let us do away with hate
Let us see this desired fate
Come let us flood rivers with our tears
Let us witness change in the coming years
Come people of the earth, bring all you cares
Let us lift up our prayers
Come let us join and make the world be
The world that is what children see

Sanity is playing hide and seek with me

no poems today! :( I don't write good poems all that often so I am trying to spread them out so for now I will just write something random about my life which as the title implies sanity is having a bit to much fun jumping in and out of! There are two explanations for this school and insurance companies. However since school is a much easier cause to explain we shall go with that one. That dreaded history paper that I was meant to finish sometime in the ungodly hours of last night never got completed, so overwhelmed was I with sleepiness I thought an hours nap was in order and I would set my alarm for 2:00 am and get back to work, well technology loves me so much my alarm did not go off and I slept through the night. CRAP! miracle worker that I am however I finished My paper in my spare time before classes. Relieved I went to history class after a canceled psychology class, a slow math class and a disastrous lunch, only to find out I formatted my paper incorrectly. How silly of me to assume I should write an essay in essay format and not understand that numerical order meant write my paper like an outline. so naturally after taking a quiz which I likely failed despite three hours of studying I went to my professor all concerned to voice my worries about My paper. "its just a grade" my professor told me "and formatting is only a small percentage of that grade" so realizing I could help my paper no more I handed her the form my grandmother signed giving permission for me to interview her for my essay (why we need permission forms in college I have no idea) anyway as I handed my professor the form I said with half a smile "My Grandmother's signature is a little long because she insisted upon stating that she was my grandmother" to which my professor replied, and this honestly made my day "she must be proud to be your grandmother I know I would be" awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww I'm telling you there are benefits to being a teachers pet, teacher honestly like you. So remember kids don't procrastinate, don't count too much on technology and know that there is nothing wrong with being a teachers pet.

The Timebox

Ok so I really, really wanted to post a poem, so here is one that I am relatively happy with, though I do tend to be very critical of my work, but anyway here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

Upon a wall the time box stood
Each hour lacking that clear, true chime
The gears that turned spun thoughts of childhood
While thoughts went back in time
Come each hour the crazy redbird burst forth on springs
And delighted children clapped their hands
Coco, coco the redbird sings
And sorrow faded to distant lands
Silent has each hour become
While the cross redbird waited disapproving
And the children hoped their faces glum
Years went by and still the time box stayed unmoving
Always to remain still as stone
The redbird’s song is now lost in the silent unknown.

My First Post

Ok so here is my first atempt at posting a blog! If it apears on the page I will assume it has worked. That said I will cease to write boring words and will do my best to post a poem later today. That all depends of course on weather or not I finish my history report. School is a priority as my mother taught me from an early age and weather I like it or not She is right. So it is time to leave you my (as of now) imaginary audience and prepare myself for the dangerous task of emersing myself into my history homework and hope I am not dammaged or altered to much when I emerge.