Early Poetry
This is all my earlier poetry, from when I had just begun to write my little stories and poems. Usually the poetry here lacks the sharp bitterness found in most of the stuff I write now :) Also, notice alot of wierd nonsensical phrases stuck in there just because I was a slave to rhyme (and in some cases still am).
Jewel's sparkle,
Crystal's gleam,
Silk and satin,
Velvet's sheen.
A curtain parts,
a beauty fades,
The curtain falls,
and splendor jades.
Drifting,
Drifting,
On the tide.
Waiting,
Waiting,
On this ride.
A black cat's meow,
a ladder's fall.
A mirror cracks,
upon the wall.
Step carefully
through this door.
This hallowed place,
a sacred hall.
Stones tile the
ancient floor,
Light sees the
crumbling wall.
Silence, silence,
let us pass.
Through the dust,
through the rot.
On the ground,
a shard of glass.
A broken heart,
Love is not.
I am dead
Flowers lie
above my head
A butterfly
flutters through
the meadow green
I am unseen
The cold cold heart
no longer beats
A new life's start
Old life retreats
The silence breaks
like fuzzy glass
A bird sings of
forever past
No more shall I
be chained to fate
A golden ring
A gilded cage
Fire Water
Earth and Wind
An arrow's flight
a fleeting hind
I am nothing
Oblivion can see
Oblivion is life
Oblivion is me.
Shine of silver,
Polished stone.
A score of disks
and childhood gone?
A new-found friend
a hopeless love.
Critical parents
vicious dove.
Hurt and anger,
Resentment, hate,
Despair and heartbreak,
Now abate?
Who do I turn to?
Who do I trust?
Must I keep living?
I know I must.
Flowers fade,
they whither away,
but for one sweet day,
their beauty stays.
How quickly summer flees,
the leaves fall from the trees,
chains and locks are the breeze,
despair and sadness are the keys.
Life just doesn't last,
today will be the past,
the future is out; just out of reach,
like the tide and the beach.
Flowers fade,
they whither away,
but for one sweet day,
their beauty stays.
