So I figured I'd post some stuff I wrote.

Here's one I wrote for a friend. She was writing a story where someone had to write some poetry. This is what happened:

The Usual Seasonal Dreams:

Winter came and winter died
My tears turned into drops of snow
They swirled around my face as I cried

Winter's death was cold, in vain
We danced in sleet and hail and flakes
They danced and morphed from freezing rain

The fire's warmth does nothing for my heart
It is still frozen like winter's frozen mists
Icicles hang and gravity causes their depart

We break and we enter, we enter the dark
Winter brings dark in its satchel of ice
Its ice is a murder of warmth from the sun
The rays broke around my face as I cried


And then the spring sprang into being
Shouts of joy permeated the air
Without a care in the world the flowers danced

Sunlight shone throughout the sky
The clouds dissolved into mists that lit the world
Colours followed patterns overturned

Spring is rebirth like winter is death
We were dead and we are reborn
Let our rebirth flow, let it be exalted

Pollen flies around merrily
Jestingly taunting all with happiness
And then, without a care, the flowers dance


Summer crawls in, lazily blinded by heatstroke
Swimming pools and lemonade do nothing for heat
Caught between moaning and singing of freedom

Carefree and flawed
The season of love
And the season of bees
(and bee stings)

Rain is but a distant thought
In its wake the heavens gave us
Humidity

And then we have a cause for celebrations
Freedom, freedom, and bug bites
Oh, how ironic our singing of freedom


Walk out into the daylight
It may be the only place with evidence of beauty

Spin around in the rain
Spin like the falling leaves swirling in the wind

Autumn is gentle, autumn is kind
Autumn is misleading
Autumn causes you to forget

We have just been hurt, and we will be hurt again
Life is hurtful, yet autumn is sweet

As the leaves fall from the trees
And nature smiles
I smile too, and revel in the only true beauty in the world
Because all too soon, it will be gone
Just a distant memory

FIN.

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and another....

Simply, Live

I am not a liar.
I am many things, but not a liar, so I won't lie.
My life is not all sunshine and rainbows.
I broke my rose-coloured glasses years ago.
It might have been clumsiness, I'm not really sure.
It's hard to remember what it was like before that incident.
Maybe the glasses gradually got weaker. That could be it.
Picture it, every time you take the glasses off to sleep, you bend them a little.
One day, they just snap.
It's a sad day.
All of life's false happiness is shattered.

I don't like my life.
I can't stand my life.
I'm not even sure why I'm living my life.
My life is not so bad.
Think of all the homeless people.
I went with my family to San Francisco several years ago.
That trip was probably the first time I realized how destitute some people are.
It was a sad realization.
There are people in other countries that go hungry.
Regularly.
It's a sad thought.
I can't change the world.
I truly wish I could.
I can, though, show that I care.
You know how?
Think of your life, then think of what your life could be if it were worse.
Think of the people with lives like that.
You're lucky to have what you have.
I'm lucky to have what I have.
Do what I can't, and understand that.
Take that little fact to heart.
You are living, events happened in such a way to cause your birth.
You have been given the chance at life.
Your life might be worse than my life.
My life isn't so bad, but that it's miserable.
Don't let your life be miserable.
Live for the people who can't.
Live for those homeless people.
Live for me-
because I'm wasting my life lamenting about it.

Live for the future.
Live for the moment.
Don't waste your live in negativity.

Live for NOW.
RIGHT NOW.
GO OUT INTO THE WORLD.
LIVE.
LIVE.
LIVE.
Please, I beg of you.
I am begging you to live.
I am begging you to forget your troubles for a moment.
I am begging you to forget, and to fill your mind with happiness.
Fill your mind with happiness, even if you don't have any.
Guide your life, let it guide you.
It's a dance of equality in that sense.
It's complicated.
It's the most simple thing you've ever done.
So go on.

And I?
I will stay backstage.
I will waste my life wasting my life.
It's a sad fact.
Maybe all of life is sad.
It really doesn't matter.
Life is living.
We are living.
We are life.
We must live.

(FIN)


ah. comments?