Sometimes, a poem is better than a story. And sometimes, when a story won't come, a poem does.
D.L. is not finished with poetry by a long shot, but for now, simply enjoy what poems I have transcribed here.
To see a list of influences, click here.
Junior Year, 2001-2002_:_PAVE 2002_:_Senior Year, 2002_:_Senior Year, 2003_:_Further Poems
120601 Cold
It's cold, here in my heart.
My chest hurts as the freezing expands.
I am strangling the life out of me.
It's cold, here in my heart.
There's too much pain, too many demands
For the child in me to live and be.
It's cold, here in my heart.
I no longer live to love
Nor do I love to live, not I.
It's cold, here in my heart.
I'm being watched from up above
And scrutinied a disappointing lie.
It's so cold, so very cold,
Here, alone in my heart.
121901 You and I We
I say I am calm but I
Am anything but and I
Am nothing to anyone else but
Me yet I am
Everything to myself.
I am everything to the nothing in you
Which I know is there because
You are just like me in that
You are nothing and everything
At the same time. You and I we
Are everything to the nothing
In everyone else.
Everyone is nothing do you realize
That we are all same
Inside we are all of us nothing and everything and
Nothing to us.
122801 "shocked into silence downward"
shocked into silence downward
twisting spirals in
my dreams transfigure into the glares
and whispers that cut worse
than a knife
sharpened to a razor edge that
slashes into me with
your hate and I lie shattered on the grass
as a stained glass window victim
of the bored teenage
humanity that whirls around me
in a dark little
nebula of depression and angst
which has become
the joke of the world now
that it is commonplace for
teenagers
to be horribly depressed about so
many things with tears falling like rain
I am the rain forming the thin
mud that clings to your shining star white
shoes as you race on
unheeding and unheeded in your
life I am scattered shattered regathered
with pieces of me missing you
have taken me with
you and I am glad that you will
always have some
of me to be
there for you even as I am sad that you
are gone like the hitched breath
of surprise at the
scene of a movie that you
weren't quite expecting or
maybe you were
but it still shocked you
that such a thing could
happen even if it's just to those
whose images are projected
pretending onto the screen which
has drawn your mind and thus
yourself into the story into
this other world which is another person's
reality in a way perhaps
their subconcious perception
of the real world but then
who is to say what is real isn't it
all just what we think feel see hear
et cetera and the rest
and the rest is missing from what
I can express there's a lot
best left unsaid even I
know this so
I will say no more
13102 Comparing
Childlike
Appreciation of nature:
The magic of green growing things,
And brightness of the sky...
Slowly diminishing as
Adultlike
We go about our world in:
The dullness of grey concrete things
And the soiled smoginess of sky.
13102 A Hellish Utopia
There is no hope no imagination no love
Not in the world I envison.
My utopia:
Has no despair no dullness no hate either
Only the quiet joy of being,
Of living and breathing
With no feeling
Good or bad for anyone else.
A personal paradise with no peace,
Because there is no war,
Is also my hell.
This world is perfect for all its flaws,
All its ambuiguity and hate and love.
At least there is feeling.
At least there is a use for the heart.
2102 Gone
A heavy silver coin weighing down the black silken sky
Tiny jewels strewn on glossy dark-feathered raven wings
A misty winter darkness settles upon the world
How soft, how sad this night tonight
Benign dreamy gloom enfolds us all
Withered roses on a windowsill
Reflection of a fading life
Into death sinking
Slowly departing
Gone
2402 Silent Killer
There's a silence inside that I fear
And I hold the noise and heat of life around me
To keep the silence at bay and see
How long I can protect myself
From my fear as it remains ever near
31902 Idea
Ideas formed of printed word
Have more appeal
Than the real
The song of voices never heard
Lulls me to sleep
To sleep and dream deep
The thoughts of nonexistant things echo in my mind
I write and somehow they see
You read and they continue to be
32902 Dark Little Place
It's dark in here
I'm writing blind
and wondering what I will find
in this dark little place in me.
There's nothing to see and everything to be
I'm being something
to accompany my off-key singing
in this dark little place in me.
It's far too bright out there
for me to be myself;
instead, I hide me and delve
into this dark little place in me