Poetry

The fragility of life Is a very scary thing The thought that All you ever have worked at Is for nothing With just a cut A scratch Your life could be taken away An accident A slip Could send you astray That your life Could all just be Another burning ash In a cigarette try Just a walk Could be your last A fight with family Could bring an end So very fast Just a word softly uttered Could end it all A little slip Could wind up Being a very big fall Showing you that You really are Insignificant and small Just a speck In the eyes of all others In the face of God Every bone, every muscle Every word Every moment Could be taken away Ripped from you With just a thought Your world destroyed Never to return And no one Would ever know That you were gone

I was driving Up a long twisty road Guarded on both sides By trees standing tall They hunch over the road Creating a great canopy As they try to peer Into the car’s windows Hidden among them Are small homes Like rabbit holes Nestled safely away In a bed of evergreen I drive along But something rolls Out in front of me A tennis ball Bounced its way toward the road I thought nothing of it Then I saw the little boy He ran with arms outstretched Eyes on only the ball Just like daddy told him He ran blindly into the road After his renegade ball Right in front of my car I slam on the brakes And hear the squeal Of burning rubber I push against the wheel As I hear the ball Pop under my tire The little boy looks up Right into my eyes The car screams I scream And squeeze my eyes shut I can hear a mother screaming Who will never See her son grow or succeed Who had fate snatch away The little amount of joy In her sad lonely life But then I open my eyes The ball bounces In front of my car I turn slightly And see that little boy Standing on the edge Of the evergreen road On the edge of safety and sanity Watching the death of a toy I start to cry All I can think is See how thin the line Is between me And a murderer Or is there a difference at all

Great streets of silence Have filled the network of my life In times of necessity Silence overtakes my faint heart Swallowing whole The words so desperately Floating up in bubbles That quiver in their fragile state Whenever words are needed They have failed me The power of that word Falling swiftly, heavily From an uncouth mouth Can change the world In a movement too fast For the eye to register ...

Let the paint drip Let it dry Ignore it Walk on it Refuse its existence Deny it the life It was owed Yes It is just that easy One day you will find yourself And stop You stand on hollowed ground Where just a single Red drops stands Old and worn It still remains Hidden but present In a cement jungle Of cross-hatched lies You will stand there And look at that single drop And wonder How could I have let this pass How could I have let These things go so unnoticed Reflected at you In a single drop Are your mistakes ...

Here is a very generic poem of mine, I dislike it but I have nothing else to put up currently. This is why I think classes don’t make writers, they create canned poetry. Here is some good evidence of the fact. The leaves are falling Gone in a blur But who will remember The fallen leaves Each color unique As they drift away Forever forgotten Gone in the breeze The trees protectors Forgotten, when they fall Never to be remembered For who they really are When they have fallen They freeze in the snow Forsaken and discarded Like an old broken toy The trees stand bare Believing they can stand Forgetting the leaves And their role in its life Winter pushes forward The tree cannot stand But the leaves all fallen Can never be returned As the snow melts The tree must see Its horrible mistake The fallen leaves lay dead Buried by snow Now the tree stands bitter and alone So it grows more leaves To replace those loyal to it So easily forgetting its treason But as years pass by And seasons replay Over and over The tree repeats its mistake Never learning its lesson Cursed forever to relive its life The leave’s revenge For they never fall alone Because inside they know Each fall that passes Has its winter in turn

The woman stands Arms full of grocery bags In front of a store She doesn’t move She is frozen Those that pass her Look to try and see What her far away stare Is focused upon What horror she is witnessing But what they don’t see Is that it isn’t An image her stricken eyes Have fallen upon But the absence of it Alone the mother stands Her child is nowhere Gone from sight Disappeared into a world Beyond the safety of a mother’s touch Where there is no play Only a harsh reality Of survival and death She wonders How could this happen What did I do To deserve this punishment The statue begins To regain life As a scream burst forth From petrified lungs Dying for release The bags fall As her arms reach out For something that Is no longer there Her child is gone In just a blink of an eye She has vanished The mother screams Over and over again For her child But there is no answer Just the stares of the passersby She falls to her knees Her child’s favorite foods Lay strewn about The mother of a missing child She hears nothing Sees nothing But her child Before she was gone Remembering that last look The last moment before Destiny was changed Taking her baby away from her So she sits on her knees Her arms held out to nothing With her child’s favorite foods But no child No one stops to help Because they don’t understand What it means to lose A part of them But now she does The wailing statue Waiting with empty arms And a horrible plea For a missing child to come back And never again leave

How fast does The human heart die When a cry Is all that portrays A desperate agony The sound of a heart Ripping itself into pieces “No more” it cries “I am done It hurts too much To keep going” So does it take years Or maybe only seconds For the heart to implode Slowly collapse in on itself To bleed out on the streets Where people watch But no one moves To save an innocent from death There is just a silent horror Reflected in dull empty eyes Watch as a hand Dips into my chest Pulls out my heart It cries and it cries “I am done, I am done” One last rebellion To die before the sun It was hidden away For it’s whole life Now in death it is shown Looking into the light

Here is another poem from mythology. This myth is about Helios’ (the sun in Greek mythology) daughter and how she is locked away because she is the daughter of the sun. You of light Whose heart is ever growing Lay down your hair And watch the lilies bloom You, the child Of the greater gods With eyes that glow As bright as the sun And your smile Could make flowers bloom And your soul So pure and untouched Sheltered in a world Never scarred by hate Evil, or disgrace Yet they fear you The titan child Your brilliance Brings darkness Into their envious eyes Run child, run They come for you now There is no where to hide And they will find you It is only a matter of time You can’t scream Or shout out for help They are the help The good guys Gone so bad Have turned on you Betrayed you Put a knife in your back Even though you did them no wrong It is your heart they fear So they must carve it out Snuff out its brilliance Kill off the sun Then they’ll bury you away Where the sun can’t shine Your heart still beating And your eyes gone wide They seal you in darkness You, the child of the sun Will never again see the sky

I sit in a White tiled room I feel like I Was dropped here A camera is sitting In my hands Resting peacefully But why am I To capture this A walled in cell Made completely Of glass Stands tall In the middle of the room A man paces Inside of its See through barrier The walls are so thin There is so little standing Between him and me Imprisoned and watching His eyes only on me A wolf’s eyes Burning into me I shift uncomfortable “Be careful with him” He says to me In a dark cold voice The edge in it surprises And scares me “Who?” I ask My eyes Being held by the wolf He doesn’t take his eyes away But nods at my lap A wry grin splitting Open his face I look down A baby boy Lies where my Camera had been His head is bent At an awkward angle I scream and scream Looking down at him His tiny broken body And his broken neck With blue skin and unstaring eyes Dying in my arms I plead for help Looking frantically From the baby To the prisoner But all he does Is laugh at me He puts his hands Against the glass And starts to push And as the glass Starts to crack He says “You can only help yourself”

I climb the stairs As doors close with a hiss behind Thousands of eyes watching Walking down death row Calmly I sit down in a chair Images rush past me People walking away forever Never aware of me watching Silently I put my hand against glass Cold and warm from other days Everything rocks back and worth People whisper, cry, laugh Quietly I look down beside me A little girl sits there Lollipop to big for her small mouth She licks relentlessly at it Noisily I hear everything at that moment Two rows up a baby howls, hungry Three rows back a man coughs, dying Across the isle a man and woman fight Angrily I see everything at that moment Five rows back a woman with a black eye Four rows ahead a man without an arm Across and seven rows back a blind man sighs Sadly I sigh too and stare at my hands “My mom says it is rude to stare at people” The little girl looks up at me questioning “Why do you stare at them” she asks Curiously I speak to this girl so much younger than me “Because there is so much to see” I reply “I see nothing” she whines “Look very closely and you see everything” “Everyone tells a story, but your mother is right” Simply I listen to her as I do everyone “Well what’s your story?” “A long and sad one” I reply I don’t see it” she says Confused “I see your story” I say grinning “You like lollipops” She stares blankly at her lollipop and says “No” “My mom gave it to me before she died” Silence bustling People get up and leave the bus She stands alone and waves to me Still sucking “Goodbye” she says I just sit there wondering Calmly