Post by Billie Erin on Aug 13, 2010 13:04:29 GMT -5
Ok so seeing Sky's lovely poem convinced me to be brave and post a few more of my poems. Here it goes, sorry if I've posted any of these before, I tried to check which ones slayalive had already seen but I could have missed one:
Sink or Swim
Practising Smiles
Disappointment
Childhood
Backstabber
Moving On
Where Were You?
I hope you like them.
Sink or Swim
All my life you’ve told me,
How I’d be able to fly,
It sounded like a given,
Like I didn’t have to try.
Now we’ve finally made it,
To the giant cliff’s top,
So you pull my blindfold off,
And slowly let it drop.
You tell me that I’ll never fly,
But you tell me that I must,
Jump into the fierce tide,
And to it, my life entrust.
I have no choice,
But to go down,
And to hope that I’m,
Not meant to drown.
I place my life,
In the fingers of the breeze.
As I say goodbye,
To the greenery and trees.
I feel adrenaline,
In my every limb,
And I leap off the edge,
To sink
Or swim.
How I’d be able to fly,
It sounded like a given,
Like I didn’t have to try.
Now we’ve finally made it,
To the giant cliff’s top,
So you pull my blindfold off,
And slowly let it drop.
You tell me that I’ll never fly,
But you tell me that I must,
Jump into the fierce tide,
And to it, my life entrust.
I have no choice,
But to go down,
And to hope that I’m,
Not meant to drown.
I place my life,
In the fingers of the breeze.
As I say goodbye,
To the greenery and trees.
I feel adrenaline,
In my every limb,
And I leap off the edge,
To sink
Or swim.
Practising Smiles
I stare at the mirror,
And the mirror stares back,
It’s stolen my eyes,
And turned them to glass,
I turn up the corners;
Corners of my mouth,
Practising a smile:
My body’s silent shout,
My cry for help,
My need for a friend,
Hidden by a charade,
That will never ever end,
So I stare at the mirror,
And practise my smile,
The world has forgotten,
That I’m still just a child,
I make it convincing,
A natural grin,
I bottle my fear,
And store it within,
My blood bursts for freedom,
But I never give up,
I’m not hurting myself,
To deal with bad luck.
My smile grows my weary,
And my laugh becomes hollow,
Maybe you’ll see more clearly,
If I’m bleeding tomorrow.
And the mirror stares back,
It’s stolen my eyes,
And turned them to glass,
I turn up the corners;
Corners of my mouth,
Practising a smile:
My body’s silent shout,
My cry for help,
My need for a friend,
Hidden by a charade,
That will never ever end,
So I stare at the mirror,
And practise my smile,
The world has forgotten,
That I’m still just a child,
I make it convincing,
A natural grin,
I bottle my fear,
And store it within,
My blood bursts for freedom,
But I never give up,
I’m not hurting myself,
To deal with bad luck.
My smile grows my weary,
And my laugh becomes hollow,
Maybe you’ll see more clearly,
If I’m bleeding tomorrow.
Disappointment
We all lose something.
At some time,
Something that we’d dreamt of,
With which we’d filled our minds.
For me it was a role,
In a musical I loved,
I felt like I was broken;
On a cliff then cruelly shoved.
I’d dreamt so much of gaining,
That when I didn’t it felt like loss,
So for that hopeful joy,
My disappointment was the cost.
But it doesn’t make me less,
Than what I was before,
It just means that I should take,
Perhaps a different door.
I’m still a shining star,
In a sky that’s black with night,
And those that shine beside me,
Do with equally bright light.
Yes, our twinkles are so different,
Some are yellow some are white,
But all the world is shining,
And all the world is bright.
At some time,
Something that we’d dreamt of,
With which we’d filled our minds.
For me it was a role,
In a musical I loved,
I felt like I was broken;
On a cliff then cruelly shoved.
I’d dreamt so much of gaining,
That when I didn’t it felt like loss,
So for that hopeful joy,
My disappointment was the cost.
But it doesn’t make me less,
Than what I was before,
It just means that I should take,
Perhaps a different door.
I’m still a shining star,
In a sky that’s black with night,
And those that shine beside me,
Do with equally bright light.
Yes, our twinkles are so different,
Some are yellow some are white,
But all the world is shining,
And all the world is bright.
Childhood
I think that I’m still three inside,
An age where the wardrobe was a place to hide.
Where the dark was comforting, safe in the night,
And by day we would play, in the technicolour light.
Oh if only I could go,
Back to the start,
A grazed knee heals quicker,
Than a broken heart.
When boys were like girls,
With shorter hair,
When I could skip through the streets,
And nobody stared.
When the floor was much closer,
Much less distance to fall,
And the world was much larger,
Mysterious and tall.
An age where the wardrobe was a place to hide.
Where the dark was comforting, safe in the night,
And by day we would play, in the technicolour light.
Oh if only I could go,
Back to the start,
A grazed knee heals quicker,
Than a broken heart.
When boys were like girls,
With shorter hair,
When I could skip through the streets,
And nobody stared.
When the floor was much closer,
Much less distance to fall,
And the world was much larger,
Mysterious and tall.
Backstabber
We talked about everything,
Over all, of these years,
You kept my eyes forward,
And covered my ears.
To cushion the blow,
Before the fade to black,
It only hurt for a second,
I barely felt the attack.
You crowded around me,
To blinker my view,
You said that you cared,
And I thought it was true.
Over all, of these years,
You kept my eyes forward,
And covered my ears.
To cushion the blow,
Before the fade to black,
It only hurt for a second,
I barely felt the attack.
You crowded around me,
To blinker my view,
You said that you cared,
And I thought it was true.
Moving On
The time has come,
For moving on,
The sun rose,
Just to fade,
But dutifully shone.
And into the night I wander,
With uncertainty in my mind,
As I raise my hands before me,
Who knows what I might find?
For moving on,
The sun rose,
Just to fade,
But dutifully shone.
And into the night I wander,
With uncertainty in my mind,
As I raise my hands before me,
Who knows what I might find?
Where Were You?
Where were you?
When my heart was broken?
When my words unspoken,
Poured from my opened scars?
Where were you?
When the doors wide open,
Closed so tight,
With unbreakable glass?
When I was looking out,
At the world,
But nobody looked inside at me?
When I held to memories,
All I had left,
Nothing more to me,
But plenty more to see,
Watching the world as it carried on;
Oblivious to the place,
To which I had gone,
And now I’m here,
The four walls closing in,
Death, fear, loneliness and sin,
Now I lay,
Awaiting my fate,
Wondering when you’ll notice,
That it’s too late.
When my heart was broken?
When my words unspoken,
Poured from my opened scars?
Where were you?
When the doors wide open,
Closed so tight,
With unbreakable glass?
When I was looking out,
At the world,
But nobody looked inside at me?
When I held to memories,
All I had left,
Nothing more to me,
But plenty more to see,
Watching the world as it carried on;
Oblivious to the place,
To which I had gone,
And now I’m here,
The four walls closing in,
Death, fear, loneliness and sin,
Now I lay,
Awaiting my fate,
Wondering when you’ll notice,
That it’s too late.
I hope you like them.
