it evaporated...see?
i poured my heart out...it evaporated...see?
I try my hand at poetry. If nothing else, it gets things out in the open.
I've posted a few of my efforts below. More are coming soon! (Soon meaning whenever I get ambitious enough to post my new stuff. :) )
.the darkest hour.
if the darkest hour is just before dawn,
the sun will be showing itself very soon.
the crimson warm light will break through the thin frost
and alleviate the dark black of the night.
ironic, really, that the blanket of night
which offers much calm also fosters such pain.
if the darkest hour is just before dawn
i firmly believe we will see some light soon.
the mood of the weather placates the events
strangely, it's soothing at the very same time
the darkest black hour is just before dawn...
someone please tell me, what's happened to the light?
.march 8, 2000.
tonight cannot be forever;
time will tick by if i weep or i smile.
night's darkness will turn into daylight,
the weak, wan dawn hours will creep close in awhile.
tonight never lasts forever;
those things that i dread will arise too soon.
why sleep...bring tomorrow much sooner?
panic cools and stills in pale light of moon.
my denial can't last forever;
stark reality, what the sun can't hide.
night never lasts forever;
hands freeze, turn cold, but the sun doesn't mind.
if this night would last forever!
child in darkness, stars shining in eyes,
worries circling in heart, ugly dread that too soon
a cruel, shining ray will exploit in its light.
my quiet shall last forever;
i smile and swallow and do as i should.
my nights never last forever,
but the sun's never healed what a stormy night could.
.april 7, 1999.
I'm really quite unsure of myself.
My heart is beautiful because it feels my pain.
It knows what is.
It knows when music moves it.
It's recorded every memory and set it to music.
Memories aren't dry pictures for the mind;
The heart frees them.
The heart is not ashamed of these soft, warm tears.
The heart knows I can cry for these things
And be happy...while being happy.
It knows that in darkness
I am beautiful.
And the heart, in not fearing pain,
Knows that it is beautiful for that fact.
Tears are capsules of beauty;
A tired soul is beautiful.
It knows that innocence is shallow,
A china dish that easily cracks.
Pain is a watercolor sunset;
Changing, but eternal, solid,
Always promising to return. Always returning.
A lone, warm tear is a prism of beauty,
Emotion's rainbow,
A single note of a lonely minuet.
Pain is a dance, some sweet arabesques
That the mind is scared to learn, to perform,
But the dreamers can see its intricate beauty
And the heart performs it with sheerest grace.
My heart knows
The darkest pain is delicate beauty.
.january 15, 1999.
That feeling of being
Serenely down
That is all too familiar and warm to me;
Crawling into a dark cave
And realizing
That I am quite comfortable there;
Seeing those flashes of color and wishing
That I was a part of them
Instead of
Darkness, dullness,
Boredom
That happens to sing a sweet, clear song
And can cover herself
By throwing down words and singing nonsense
And lowering her eyes.
Thinking, reflecting,
Imagining,
Feeling,
Wishing
Just for a taste of the other side
To share a sweet, clear song
With color,
With life
That is worthy of appreciation.
I wish to live in a bright, green field
And to be the vivid red flower
Instead of
Remaining
Lifeless here
In a dark, damp cave.
.home.
[all poetry copyright Erin 2000]
