Sestina
The sestina has six unrhymed stanzas of six lines each in which the words at the ends of the first stanza's lines recur in a rolling pattern at the ends of other lines. In the diagram below, the letters A-F stand for the six end-words of the sestina. The sestina concludes with a tercet (three-line stanza) that also uses all the six end-words, two to a line.
Stanza 1:
__________A
_________B
_________C
__________D
__________E
__________F
Stanza 2:
_________F
_________A
_________E
_________B
_________D
_________C
Stanza 3:
________C
________F
________D
________A
________B
________E
Stanza 4:
________E
________C
________B
________F
________A
________D
Stanza 5:
_______D
_________E
________A
________C
_________F
_________B
Stanza 6:
________B
_________D
__________F
_________E
__________C
_________A
Tercet:
________A ___________B
________C __________D
________E ____________F
Stanza 1:
__________A
_________B
_________C
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| In this Sestina by Elizabeth Bishop, the six simple end-words are: A: house B: grandmother C: child D: stove E: almanac F: tears |
__________E
__________F
Stanza 2:
_________F
_________A
_________E
_________B
_________D
_________C
Stanza 3:
________C
________F
________D
________A
________B
________E
Stanza 4:
________E
________C
________B
________F
________A
________D
Stanza 5:
_______D
_________E
________A
________C
_________F
_________B
Stanza 6:
________B
_________D
__________F
_________E
__________C
_________A
Tercet:
________A ___________B
________C __________D
________E ____________F
The ship was docked at the bay
ReplyDeleteFloating there without a crew
They’d left to have a hell of a time
At the pub where they’d party alone
With no interruptions from the outside
Just a group of sailors, having a blast
The crew was startled by a loud blast
It sounded like it had come from the bay
The Captain went to check outside
Soon followed by his loyal crew
Of course they found themselves no longer alone
They’d known it was only a matter of time
The men had lined up in no time
The crew awaiting the familiar blast
That, before, at some point, had left them each alone
A few ran off, towards the bay
The sound of rifles halted the crew
The bullets had missed, but just merely outside
The Captain shot, purposely outside
He was impatient, he didn’t have the time
He wanted to leave, along with his crew
He saw no need for another rifle blast
He asked politely, to have passage to the bay
He promised they’d go quietly, if just left alone
But the soldiers they face wouldn’t let them alone
They had to contain the situation, even though they were outside
They held the men away from the bay
Simply trying to buy some time
Their plan was interrupted by blood and a blast
Followed by cheering, hollering, and a scattering of the crew
The soldiers met their end at the hands of the crew
Their bodies taken to be hanged, not a thought of being left alone
Some men were disheartened by the end of their little blast
They continued their casual walk outside
Enjoying and resting for the little time
they had before reaching the bay.
The crew was happy to be back at the bay
It was the biggest blast they’d had for a while on the outside
While they all cheered, the Captain retreated to his cabin, enjoying his time alone
I love this. Whimsical is the word that comes to mind. Nice job.
DeleteThe ground was covered
ReplyDeleteWith delicate fluffy snowflakes.
Kids put on all their winter clothes
And run outside to make snowmen
Icicles hung off tops of houses
And all the Christmas decorations were elegantly hung
When kids were cold they ran into the house and hung
All their scarfs which were full of snowflakes.
They stomped through the hallway and covered
The floors with snow throughout all their houses
And all the fun things they did outside like make snowmen.
Now they had to change all their clothes.
Soaking wet were all their clothes
The kids threw their jackets knocking down the picture frames that were hung.
Pictures of them last year with the old snowmen
Fell to the ground and covered
The hardwood floors covered with frames and snowflakes.
Destroyed all their houses.
All the beautiful houses
All the beautiful winter clothes
The beautiful white snowflakes
Swirled in the air and hung
Onto the roofs of houses and covered
And added more height to all the snowmen.
Christmas was the time for snowmen
At least one in front of all the houses.
The streets were covered
In snow and so were everyone’s clothes.
The roofs, icicles hung
And down came more snowflakes
It seemed like it was never going to stop, the snowflakes
Days past and the snowmen
Slowly melt and the kids hung
Their jackets up, waiting for it to snow again, sitting in their houses
There was no more wet clothes.
The ground was no longer covered.
The ground is not covered in snow, the children hope for my snowflakes.
So they can put their winter clothes on, and build more snowmen.
Sitting in their houses, no longer needing their sweaters that are hung.
I love this. Should go on the Spectrum site.
DeleteWords that penetrate the heart
ReplyDeleteThey attack like daggers
They cut deep into the body
People say words don’t hurt
Words hurt more than anything
Nothing can help the ache
People may have many different kinds of ache
One of the aches may be the heart
But it can also just be anything
These aches feel like sharp daggers
These aches sure do hurt
They begin to twist the body
One of the things that crumble is the body
It’s something that just aches
The most heart aching pain that can just hurt
It begins to hit the heart
It is being stabbed with a small dagger
It can hurt just about anything
A word can be worth anything
Then the most important thing goes weak; the body
The body begins to feel imaginary daggers
The words penetrate and begin to ache
The words spread to the heart
It will hurt the heart
Many things can hurt
Just about anything
The most fragile thing is the heart
It kills the body
Everything begins to ache
The body goes down as if stabbed by daggers
The body is injected by a dagger
The venom explores and begins to hurt
These words begin to explore and ache
The venom can kill anything
The venom has picked the body
It’s now after the heart
A heart can be played with words that act like daggers
The body is now starting to hurt
Anything can happen but it only aches
I love this. the imagery is so good. I love the idea of imaginary daggers, and I love the stanza that centers around venom. This could be my favorite thing that I've read of yours. Awesome.
DeleteThe ground was soft
ReplyDeleteThe rain poured down last night
The trees were swaying in the wind
The autumn air was very cool
Colorful leaves filled the street
The grass was still very wet
I do not like when it’s wet
The cold air on my face was soft
Calm was the street
Soon it would be night
This time of year is so cool
The sound was so powerful the wind
I could hear the whistle of the wind
My window was wet
I needed a blanket it was too cool
My blanket was so soft
I would sleep well that night
A loud car went down the street
Rain began to fall on the pavement of the street
Again I heard the sound of the wind
It was pitch black that night
The leaves from the trees were wet
My bed was so soft
The breeze was cool
The colors of the leaves were very cool
The leaves cover my street
The world cover in leaves looked so soft
I enjoy the wind
I hate when the leaves feel wet
Nothing is more peaceful than night
It was so cold that fall night
Sweaters are the best when it’s cool
They are not good to wear when it’s wet
I once lost my sweater in the street
It must have been carried away by the wind
My sweater was so soft
I miss my soft sweater at night
No more wind and the night is no longer cool
I like my street when it is not wet
covered**
DeleteI know you hate poetry, but you're good. This poem really puts you in that climate, makes you feel the environment. Good job, crabby.
DeleteThere are moments that are not fair.
ReplyDeleteIt’s moments that are not fair the ones that make me cry.
Sometimes I cry out of anger, sometimes out of sadness.
I am always so full of complaints.
I just wish things always worked my way.
It just never works that way though, never.
I try to listen to others but it’s never that way, never.
I pretend to believe them so they don’t get frustrated, it’s only fair.
I always listen to my inside voices, it’s always that way.
Tormenting me inside, I cannot help but like a baby cry.
They think it’s because I am touched, not because of my complaints.
The complaints have to do with something in my head which produce my sadness.
I saw a gorgeous girl one day and she was frowning…I didn’t comprehend her sadness.
If I was as beautiful as her, I would be sad never.
Being as pretty as her, my heart would be erased of all it’s full of—complaints.
Her eyes were light blue, her hair a perfect shade of auburn, and her skin was so fair.
Shortly after frowning though, she started to cry.
If I was as perfect as her, I’d never feel that way.
I’ll never begin to comprehend what circumstance or human being would make her feel that way.
I hope nobody hurt her and filled her heart with sadness.
I hope nobody hurt her and make her so profoundly cry.
Should a beautiful girl cry? Never.
It’s not fair.
She’s probably not negative and, unlike me, not full of complaints.
I do not let people know but that’s another reason I dislike myself because I AM full of complaints.
I wish it was not that way.
I’m never content with life though, nothing is ever fair.
That’s why I get angry, and that’s why I’m full of sadness.
I am happy never.
That is why I always cry.
One day though, I will no longer cry.
One day though, something great will erase the complaints.
One day though, something immortal will replace my ‘never’.
One day though, something, to my happiness, will lead the way.
Yes, one day, happiness will overwhelm my sadness.
One day, I will have all of this even though life doesn’t seem to play fair.
I want what’s not fair to change so I no longer have to cry.
I want to be erased of my sadness which is caused my complaints.
It will be that way someday, even it feels more like never.
*beautiful LIKE her
Delete*caused BY my
Excellent. You bare your soul in your work, and I love that. You are not afraid to find strength in your vulnerability. Excellent job. And no, I will not sing you a lullaby.
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ReplyDeleteI look out of my window
ReplyDeleteWishing for a sign of hope
My mind is open to anything
As long as it’s worth it
Time is beginning to run out
I need to push through life
There is much to my life
The light shines through my window
I can barely make it out
Is it my sign of hope
One thing I want is it
I’ll take a bit of anything
There is a chance for anything
A way to make a life
That chance, I will take it
This can be the opportunity window
My last chance to find hope
I don’t need a way out
It’s no good to be out
To have no wants for anything
I have a want for hope
To continue living this good life
I don’t want to jump out of the window
It’s not the end, this is not it
I don’t want this to be it
This is not the way out
Never through any window
There is no out, not anything
That could keep me from life
I will cling to this hope
That’s all I need, only hope
I’ll ever only need it
For the rest of my life
Hope will carry me out
Of problems or anything
Hope is my window
I stare out of my window, searching for a sign of hope
A sign of anything, I know I’ll see it
But it’s now out, its right here in my life
It’s another night
ReplyDeleteAnother night of lonely cries
Another night of the moon’s stare
Another room filled with dark
But this time I have something new
This time I have hope
Now I have something to push me on, hope
It’s fueling me to make it through this night
This feeling, it builds inside me making me feel new
It’s silencing my cries
Making me feel like I can fight off the dark
But can I ignore the monsters and they stare
But all they can really do it stare
At least that’s what I hope
Wait! No! I have to stop being afraid of the dark
I have to make my escape! I have to do it now, on this night
No more will these walls hear my cries
It’s time for me to break out and start new
Freedom would be a start right? That’s new.
I could be happy now and not worry about others giving me an un-approving stare
Not worry about others ignoring my cries
I could finally hold hope
I can finally believe in it and enjoy the night
I won’t have to look at it as a time where it gets dark
Maybe I can learn to enjoy that, the dark
I could learn to love the night it would be something new
This night
This wonderful night that is lite up by the moon’s bright stare
Is this her way of giving me hope?
Has she been listening to my cries?
Those small noises of me wishing to be free that I call cries
I thought would’ve been swallowed up by the dark
But maybe they actually echoed that’s a possibility, that’s new
At that time I didn’t really have hope
I didn’t think that the moon’s ears were open when she looked down at me, when she gave me her stare
I didn’t think that out of everyone she was here for me every night
So I wasn’t really alone those nights. She was actually here listening to my cries.
That stare, it was a way for her to guide me through the dark.
And now that’s she has supplied me, filled me with hope. It’s my time to break free and breathe the fresh air. It’s time for me to experience something new.
Time
ReplyDeleteTime ate at the woman’s personality
Her once creative and vivid mind has been reduced
Reduced to a smaller, undesireable form
The very thought of being outdated gnaws her head
And fills her with hate and dissatisfaction
Her character suffers with the idea of elderly age
She recalls looking at the old and dreading their age
She would laugh and jeer at their crude personalities
She would question their seemingly consistant dissatisfaction
And mock at how badly their form had reduced
The idea of reaching this age never entered her head
For sympathy and consideration was never apart of her form
Now, she cries as she fills the form
That would authenticate her age.
Her depression rattles in her head
Her anger soils her personality
The love she once emmited has been reduced.
And in search of sympathy, she expresses her dissatisfaction
She looks out her window, dissatisfied
In the reflection, she sees her unpleasant form
Her looks which have been reduced
Shows signs of her elderly age
Shows signs of her unpleasant personality
And forms hate within her head
She recollects at time when she was the head
Of a company which reverted her dissatisfication
Which charmed her personality
Which added sparkle to her form
She is angered by the punishment from age
By the way her soul has been reduced
Although her passion has been reduced
An uplifting reached her head
Her enemy was not her age
There was no need for dissatisfaction
No need to deteriorate her form
And no reason to ruin her personality
"apart" should be "a part"
DeleteWOW! This is GREAT. What depth, what poignance. You really took advantage of the format to express something. I am very impressed.
She walked out onto the stage
ReplyDeleteAfraid for her life
But at the same time madly in love
She tried to remember each step of her dance
And then began to sing her lines
And he walked onto the stage behind her
She could feel his presence behind her
The tension radiating across the stage
But she just continued on with her lines
She’d never felt so alert in her life
She kept on with her dance
And tried to suppress her fear and love
She wondered if he knew of her love
And she looked over her shoulder to see him staring back at her
They moved towards each other in their dance
And they began to close the space between them on the stage
She’s never felt so strongly for someone in her life
And together they sang their lines
He stared at her as he sang his lines
And she could feel his love
And she cared for him more than she did her own life
She could hear him coming up closely behind her
And suddenly they were touching, and they stopped their dance
There was no space left between them on the stage
And for a moment, all was silent on the stage
And quietly, to each other, they sang their lines
They swayed together softly in dance
And when he put his arms around her she fell even more in love
He wrapped himself tightly around her
And she felt safer than she ever had in her life
And then suddenly she was afraid for her life
The mood changed drastically on the stage
He was still singing to her
But he was singing her different lines
But she could tell that what he felt for her was a deranged sort of love
But she couldn’t break free of his dance
He kept his hold on her and he stopped his dance
The lines he sang we horrifying, but they were meant to show his love
And it that moment her life changed, the singing stopped, and they were falling through the stage
Kate, this is incredible. It hits the reader like a ton of bricks. It has such intensity, and yet it is so beautifully lyrical. I LOVE THIS. Great job.
DeleteThe man stares into my heart
ReplyDeleteI stare right back as the heat comes from the sun
My sandals fill with sand
I’m too weak to use power
my heart pounds as I see the village
My mind sinks as I realize what happened to the leader
I stare back at the enemy but my mind is on the leader
I was always told that I have a good heart
but I was tested when I came to this village
I look up but am blinded by the sun
My opponent is in my grasp but I’m weak and so is my power
my feet start to burn with the hot sand
I can barely stand because of the painful sand
I need to win for the village and the leader
We fight an intense fight but he out matches me with his power
the leader trusts me with all his heart
but I’m sweating because of the beating of the sun
and I don’t think that I can protect the village
I look at the tiny village
with an excess of sand
baking in the intense sun
with a strong, powerful leader
who has a strong willed heart
and immense power
Even though I’m weak, I’m stronger and have more power
I am thrown down by the enemy, but I know that I’m being counted on in the village
I get back up immediately and fight with all my heart
My feet are light and fast on the hot sand
There is one person that has complete faith in me and he is the leader
I start to slow down as I get affected by the sun
Even if I’m dying from the heat of the sun
I don’t need all my power
if I’ve learned anything, it’s from the village leader
He protects and uses the sand to help the village
All I need is the lightness of the sand
and goodness and determination in my heart
With a determined heart, even with the rays from the sun
Even with the hot sand, and a weakness of power
You can protect a village, and save a great leader
As you already know, per our discussion about this poem, I'm a big fan. Great job.
DeleteNot all people stop
ReplyDeleteAt red lights
Because they feel that
They are more
Of a suggestion
Than a law.
Not all people perceive law
In the same manner, but that does not stop
Them from being correct. A suggestion
That is proposed to the government resembles the infinite amount of lights
In complete darkness—providing the other people out there with a more
Varied viewpoint than that
Of the few individuals who decide such things; and that
Differentiation in thought thereby alters law
Entirely. The more
Society pools its many perceptions together, the easier it will be to stop
This sort of rigid reign that the government has initiated. It is up to those few lights
In the darkness of today’s world to turn a raw, unprecedented thought into a formalized, polished suggestion.
When a student has a suggestion
To help improve a new professor’s style of teaching, that
Student is carrying forth his thoughts like lights
In the nighttime. Altering the way things are perceived will thereby alter the way that law
Is perceived. One person has the ability to stop
The groove that society has created for itself, and in turn, that person can create a more
Accommodating place to live; and the more
Accommodating the world is, the easier it will become for any individual to propose a suggestion
That will better the lives of the masses. With new people presenting different ideas, there will no longer be stop
Signs slowing down the inevitable and necessary changes in the world. Keeping that
Sort of unique and out-of-the-box thinking in mind, the law-
Making process can grow into what it needs to be—a box of lights
With the potential to make big changes in the world—these lights
ReplyDeleteResembling how truly common varying thoughts are and how having better access to more
Of these thoughts can be the difference between a law that improves the lives of many and a law
That disproves the actions of few. I hereby dare those out there to dig up that suggestion
They have been hanging onto in the rear of their mind and pursue that
Idea. It just might have the power to alter the world as we know it. But, seriously, for those who do not stop
At stop signs or red lights,
Please do us all a favor and do that a little more than you’ve been doing recently.
It’s only a suggestion, but it is the law, and it’s common courtesy to your fellow drivers.
This is awesome. SO unique, so original. This is on a different intellectual plane. SPECTRUM
DeleteThe monarch engages in wars sanguine
ReplyDeleteHis subjects fight with loyalty
The road to victory is long
But the soldiers persevere
The kingdom is naïve
And the protectors must protect
The nobles will protect
Themselves to remain sanguine;
How long can they stay naïve?
How long can they maintain their loyalty?
How long will their lies persevere?
But in their minds they know, we cannot go on long.
The peasants won’t be victims for long
They refuse to submit to the lies the others protect.
To get their will they will persevere.
If they must, they will become sanguine
To overcome their false loyalty,
And the liars will become naïve
All the while, the soldiers are still naïve
While they fight so far from home, and for so long
They believe in their loyalty
And that they must protect
But little do they know of the sanguine
Celebrations of the deaths they cause that persevere
The war is over, and the kingdom and its people persevere
They recuperate, while finally not naïve
Anymore of the sanguine
Stains they have held for so long
For now, themselves they must protect
From fabricated loyalty
The soldiers now spurn their loyalty
And their willingness to persevere
For why did they protect,
And what? How could they be so naïve,
And so ignorant for so long?
For now their hands are perpetually sanguine
And how sanguine and naïve they now are;
Their lives are long and hard, but still they persevere
As if their new loyalty will save and protect them, for times remain bleak.
You show a great skill for being able to manipulate the impact of the end words each time you use them. That is the very essence of the format. Great job, sir.
DeleteShe’s feeling as if she is in paradise.
ReplyDeleteShe’s in a place where she’s always floating on the clouds.
She believes that nothing could ever go wrong.
She’s come this far.
She now sees what it was all worth.
Her hopes are even higher than before.
They used to be so dull, but that was all before.
She wanted to be in paradise with him, and he finally took her there; to paradise.
He finally showed her what she was worth.
She would only look at clouds in dreams of what they could be, but its different now, these clouds she sees are what she’s floating on, and they aren’t just clouds.
She knew staying on this hectic path would take her far.
No one and nothing will make this once again go wrong.
He’s done her wrong before but she feels that he will no longer do wrong.
She doesn’t mind the past, she wants to move on, move forward, the past should stay there, because that was all before.
He’s proven to her that he should remain a part of her life; so far.
She is where she wants to be, she can now finally enjoy the warmth of paradise.
She now smiles at life as she gazes at the clouds.
This is what it was all worth.
She stays even if at times he treats her like she isn’t worth.
She stays even though someone should never stay to someone that treats them that wrong.
She has millions of dreams with him just like the many clouds.
They are so bipolar, he treats her like she’s his world then he goes right back to the worthlessness like before.
Sometimes it’s hard for her to ever see them together in a paradise.
Her hopes are set so high sometimes, that it just makes the journey seem so far.
No matter how bad he treats her she won’t every leave him; she can’t stand to be too far.
Its, sad because she always shows him what he’s worth.
It breaks her heart that at moments, him being with someone else and not her is his paradise.
But in her eyes he’s done no wrong.
She floats on cloud 9 when things don’t stay like the bad before.
But why does she stay with someone that treats her like she’s just like everyone else; like a random cloud in the sky filled with many clouds.
But right now is what matters to her; she’s floating on the clouds.
Now she just looks at their future and how far they can go instead of how her hopes are so far.
She no longer looks at the past, or what has happened before.
She knows what she’s worth.
There is no more wrong.
She’s no longer temporally enjoying paradise, she’s here to stay and enjoy paradise.
"Temporally" should be temporarily.
DeleteThis is great. I love the way the mood of it changes towards the end. Nice job.
She approaches so beautiful
ReplyDeleteMy passion is being an athlete
I look out into the world and the upcoming winter
It is time to get ready and train
I will never forget my real friends
There is nothing I love more than family
Those who always have your back are family
All I think of when I see her is that she is truly beautiful
The ones that talk bad about you usually are not true friends
My goal in life is to be a professional athlete
In the weight room, all we do is train
One of my favorite seasons is winter
We get to play in the snow during the winter
The ones who are always there for you is your family
My friends and I spend hours in the gym just to train
She is as vibrant and colorful as a fall morning, talk about beautiful
I do not know what I would do if I was not an athlete
The most memories are made when you are with your friends
I have had a great first half of high school because of my friends
When you are drinking hot chocolate, you know it is winter
I have spent my whole as an You will never get anywhere without the support and love of family Like a white rose in the middle of a field, so beautiful All our coaches do is remind us to train
You do not want to get in front of the pain train
I am so thankful for the ones I can call my friends
The sun setting over the horizon is the epitome of beautiful
Building snowmen and sitting by the fire is the ideal winter
Remember your roots, where you came from, your family
The struggle is real being a student-athlete
Pain train made me laugh. Not aware if you know that is a Seinfeld reference. Good job.
DeleteRyan P. Tunison
ReplyDeleteThe rivulets flow down my shoulder,
Raging tides breeching the dam of Her eye’s,
Sorrow invades hope as the ocean does the shore,
Now clinging to the light unseen,
The blinding rays that never cease to radiate,
My heart burns a jovial incessancy of Her love.
A lingering hope in the taste of lips through my love,
Forever I wish to bear that weight upon my shoulder,
The two of us shown bright as the minions of society radiate,
Us against the world, the image fresh in our eyes,
A love to consummate when unseen,
An image too pure for the masses on the shore.
Together we sink our feet in the sand of an empty shore,
Our hands locked in the last defense of our conquering love,
She is too beautiful to be unseen,
Every glimpse I shall cherish as She sleeps on my shoulder,
And every moment She wakes the world grows brighter with Her eye’s,
A spectrum of fine coloring that will always radiate.
With Her the sun glistens upon the ocean to radiate,
And with all the rippling waves that meet the shore,
We recall that day when fate joined our eyes,
A factor that will determine our everlasting love,
The bond ever knotted in each dance as I hold Her shoulder,
I keep Her close and to no other are we unseen.
We present no shame nor wish to remain unseen,
Instead I stand tall beside Her so my heart may radiate,
To carry Her I find no nuisance to my shoulder,
All our troubles stay behind as we run across the shore,
The water refreshes the skin and with it our love,
As the tears that once precipitated dry from the purity of Her eye’s.
With the gentle swipe of my hand the remainder is cleared from Her eye’s,
Now Her vision endures and our romance ceases to be unseen,
Sooner still did I recognize the pursuing love,
Determined with each gentle touch to the skin it radiates,
The coming of the nightfall a bright moon enlightens the shore,
And to the end I support Her visage burrowed against my shoulder.
Left to dry on my shoulder tears cease to fall from Her eye’s,
To engage in love upon the shore to tourists we stay unseen,
For entirety we will radiate the endurance of our love.
Standing in front of the mirror
ReplyDeleteMaking sure you have straight arms
And making sure you have a straight back
And you have straight legs
You don't want to sweat
This is the beginning of perfection
Everything has to be perfection
Your eyes are set on the mirror
You begin to sweat
You bend your arms
Your bend your legs
You still have a straight back
The sweat drips down your back
You keep going til you reach perfection
Bruises on your legs
Focus begins to stray from the mirror
Lazy arms
More sweat
More and more sweat
Keeping a straight back
Straightening your arms again
Making sure everything has perfection
You keep an eye on the mirror
As you straighten your legs
Weak legs
More sweat
You see a different refection in the mirror
Straight back
Needing perfection
Weak arms
Straightening your arms
Straightening your legs
Reaching perfection
Forgetting about the sweat
Straightening the back
Looking at the mirror
Holding up your arms
Keeping straight legs
Reached perfection
The sun shines through the windows
ReplyDeleteI look upon my wall
I see a shadow
The shadow starts to disappear
The sun is gone
There is now loneliness upon me
I started to become lonelier since the shadow left
With the sun starting to come back through the windows
Now the sun disappeared with the shadow
I look upon my wall once again
I didn’t notice the shadow at first
But now it’s still there, waiting for something, for me
The shadow is standing around
I can feel the loneliness in the shadow
But the shadow keeps leaving
But when the sun comes back out, the shadow is
I look on my other wall
But the sun is gone there too
The sun is not shining anymore
But I still see the shadow
I look at my wall but I don’t want to
I notice its becoming lonely as well, like me
But the light comes into the room and startled the shadow
So the shadow decided to leave
The shadow is gone, gone like the rest
Like the sun is right now
But somehow I see a little light through the
The shadow is there
The loneliness is upon both of us
I turn my head back to the wall
I look upon my wall to not see
But when I looked back it was gone
Now I feel lonely
The sun is gone
But somehow the shadow is back
Lurking through the light on the windows
I can see the light shining through the windows on my wall
I notice the shadow out of the corner of my eyes, but it was gone
While the sun disappears on me, I can feel the loneliness upon me once again
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ReplyDeleteIn dreams,
ReplyDeleteOne can escape.
Escape to a world
Full of endless imagination, countless emotions
But the gaiety is never-ending
Dreams bring on a perpetual desire to sleep
To be able to sleep
And to have these dreams,
These dreams of imagination that is never-ending
Is the best escape
Real emotion
Does not exist in such a world
Entering the marvelous world
Begins with sleep
While falling asleep, thoughts run through one’s head that are filled with emotion
The brain adjusts into a relaxed state, in which dreams
Of everything and anything are portrayed as an escape.
An escape from the reality of the world; where one’s imagination is never-ending
If sleep could be never-ending
This world would be a foolproof world
Imagine the convenience of living in an escape
It is a beautiful thing, this so called sleep
But it would be nothing more than a reality if it did not involve dreams
To this, out goes my strongest emotion
The feeling of the content emotion
My sleep would be never-ending
But I would be able to have dreams
I would still be living in this cruel world
But I would be doing so by awakening in my sleep
Because sleep and dreams are realities escape
I do not wish for an escape
From the world, but merely a content emotion
To have all of the luxuries and chattels of sleep
But in the reality of this judgmental world that is never-ending
The beliefs and customs of such a man-made world
Do not compare to those of dreams
It is but an escape, a world that is never-ending
Never fulfilled by the greatest emotion, a perfect world
A world of sleep that I can only wish for in my dreams
As I race up the stairs,
ReplyDeleteI listen carefully for the sound of the bell,
as if I am afraid to miss the disheartening warning call.
I cannot be late again.
If I am I will surely be punished.
it would be a miracle if I were to be on time.
I don’t have a watch so I cannot check the time.
A daunting task, the stairs,
Looking to punish,
anyone daring enough to attempt them right before the ringing of the bell.
And today, I have to face them again.
To make matters worse, my phone suddenly receives a call.
Who would call
at such a time?
I look and it is a Sales Representative again.
I put my phone away and keep going up the stairs
I suddenly fear that I have missed the bell.
If so I will be severely punished.
“why am I to be punished?”
I call
out as I hear the bell.
I am out of time,
and still only halfway up the stairs.
and now I am late again.
I really did not want to be late again
because now I will be punished
because I could not make it the stairs.
my friends call
me on my phone to see why I am not on time.
I tell them sarcastically that it is because I missed the bell.
they laugh about the bell
comment, but they remind me again
that I am out of time,
and I will be punished.
I hang up the call,
so I can focus on the stairs
I hate stairs because they make me miss the bell.
Then to make me even more late I get a call again
and now I will be punished because I am not on time.
In the darkness, she would whisper.
ReplyDeleteIt rang into the emptiness.
Her thoughts would always wonder.
She imagined what would come.
Desperately searching for an answer,
She stared with a blank face.
There was an outline of a face.
Its lips shaped out a whisper,
And waited for her answer.
But even when she yelled, her voice was covered by the emptiness.
She yelled for him to come,
But he simply stared with wonder.
What made him wonder?
It was too much to face.
There was no other reason why he wouldn’t come.
She heard noises around her, it must’ve been a whisper.
She was left alone in the room’s emptiness.
She gave herself the answer.
If he could not answer,
There was no reason for her to wonder.
It was obvious he had left her in the loneliness.
There was nothing left for her to face,
Not even a silent whisper.
No one else would come.
But still she prayed that he would come.
Now she patiently waited for an answer,
And heard his vibrant whisper.
She was full with wonder.
Her eyes wouldn’t leave his face.
He guided her away from the emptiness.
Leaving behind the emptiness.
She wished for it to never come.
That had been more than enough to face.
As she looked up to him she found her answer.
He wouldn’t leave her enough time to wonder.
The past was a distant whisper.
A last whisper was heard in the emptiness.
Their lives where now filled with marveled wonder, and they waited for more to come.
Searching for the final answer, it was enough for her to face.
A: Friend
ReplyDeleteB: House
C: Ever
D: Stop
E: Sad
F: Day
Today I hanged out with my best friend
We were having fun while being at his house
We both thought it was the best day ever
Up until we got told by his mom to stop
We said our byes because of her we were sad
However it will always remain in my mind as the best day
The last time we hung out was that day
She isn’t the only person I hang out with I have other friends
She does too so I don’t mind I don’t get sad
But when I think about her I think about the fun day at her house
We are best friends and we will never stop
We are told to stop hanging out but not forever
But it’s not like we stopped hanging out forever
We hang out some days not, every day
When we call each other we talk and don’t stop
In my mind isn’t that what we do for being friends
We always have plans we don’t have to go to our houses
We help each other when we feel down and sad
So around her I will never feel sad
When I hang out with other people it’s never like that ever
And there is never enough room unlike her house
There will never be a day like that day
But since I moved I’ve been told to make a new friend
But no, I will try to move back and never stop
She tells me she can’t stop thinking about me so I don’t stop
Since I’m not around her I sometimes feel sad
There is no one like her she is a good friend
So I sometimes think nothing is forever
We will see each other again some day
Probably not in her house
I always seem to think of you at night,
ReplyDeleteAs I try to sleep but my mind begins to wander away.
You even appear in my dreams,
Unable to escape any of my thoughts.
Although I have tried to fight it, I am not able to do it anymore.
That is when tears begin to glisten in my eyes, but I remain silent.
I desire for you to notice it and disallow me from keeping this silent,
But you left and never returned on that very sad night
and I just cannot help but feel lonely anymore.
I wish that it were easy to push the idea of you away,
But those are only useless thoughts.
I shall be with you again tonight, tonight in my dreams.
The only way I will ever be drawn in your arms again is in such dreams.
And to avoid awakening me I ask for all to be silent.
More than often I have dreary thoughts
And pray that my stay here on this earth without you be terminated by night.
But I have hope that you will someday return and not be any longer away.
Please, do not put me through this misery anymore.
I beg you, please do not put me through this misery anymore.
But of course, that will only happen in my lovely dreams.
Why have you left and gone so far away?
There was no justification from your part, just you keeping silent.
Oh, since that night, that unpleasant, dreadful night,
Your memory has clouded over all my thoughts.
Your memory has taken over and manipulated all of my better thoughts.
Oh how I wish it were not so anymore.
You have taken with you all the peaceful nights
And apprehended my every dream.
How is it that your heart does not long for me? Please teach mine to remain that silent.
Dear heart, push him far away,
Away, away, away!
Let him no longer seize my thoughts,
Allow his memory to become dormant, silent.
Prohibit his memory from taking over mine anymore,
I want to presence a better dream, lively, hopeful dreams.
Assent for soundless, serene nights.
But I know I cannot have such nights, his memory will never go away.
He will forever occupy my dreams; he will forever seize all of my thoughts.
I know I wish it were not so anymore, since in his mind, my countenance is silent.