An Ode to Words

With every thought I express

I need a way to show it

that’s where you come in

Words are my dreams

Words are my inspiration

Words are my way of life

I only hear through you

I sing songs through you

I cannot go a day without using you

And whenever I read a book

you fill the page

you illuminate the page in every way

the shining stars of the show

Words are the only thing I’ll ever use my entire life

and I promise to never stop using you.

Home

Beyond my eyesight lies home,

that can only be called mine,

an oasis that’s just within reach

a shelter where no harm can be done

That will always belong to me,

In which I have free reign to do what I please

Home can be the corner behind the waterfall,

the hill where the sun sets over the sea,

the part of the woods the moon highlights,

the jungle in which the wolves don’t dare to go,

the place beneath the sea where the sunlight shines green,

the cliff that barely hovers above the ocean,

the snow – filled mountain’s green grass skirt

once my home was found, I claimed it for

Home is the one place I can call my own.

The Foal

This is another poem I wrote last night, and I hope you enjoy it.


The beautiful stallion glances my way arrogantly
But I am not even paying the slightest interest in him
It's the white foal
Lying on the floor
Fast Asleep
Yet in his awkward slumber
There's something about him that's enchanting
I wanted that horse,
Oh, I wanted him badly
But when I asked the man for him, he told me he was already sold
I continued to observe this horse
Trying not to get too attached
However what I sought was simply not possible
I fell in love with that horse
And I felt my heart belonged to him
As I watched him day by day
I yearned even more to meet him
Then one day I watched him leave to go to his new home
And as he trotted away,
Along left my heart.

Untitled

This is my attempt at a sad, scary poem. Good poet's should be able to write about other things than the good, becuase not al is good in this world, but also any kind of poetry as well. So here goes...



Beneath the cobwebs in the darkness it hides
It awaits for your return
The neglect it has suffered is grueling
Yet they are patient in waiting for your return
Their knowledge is vast and they know that you'll reappear again
Yet their patience is wearing thin
Lenient they were when you longed to be free for this one moment
But you promised to come back
And you will suffer all that they have and more
Once you come again
It cannot be forgotten
Returning again, for you see
They will come and haunt you and make you return
But if you cannot remember,
Who exactly is calling
Well the darkness, is of course
The darkness?
Is but I
Whom you abandoned in the storm
And when you did not return
I perished from hunger and thirst
But when you return my bones will lay scattered
All waiting for you to bury them
And learn what you have done
And who am I?
Your loyal faithful pal
Your dog
Sal

I'm Back, I think.

Hey,
I haven't posted anything in awhile, just been busy with school begining again and everything. Of course that doesn't mean I haven't stopped writing, i just stopped posting. Hopefully I'll remember to post more often.



The gentle waves turn fierce
Awaken, they've become stronger
They push and pull until they have knocked over everything in sight
Once they realize what they have become
They return back to the state they were in before
Peacefully letting their minds drift to the heavens

The waves crash onto to the morning shore

bringing tales from places they have been

as the other creatures gather around to hear

the stories seem to come to life right in front of their eyes

out sails a teacup from europe

a porcelian doll from china

and a diamond necklace from india

each share their stories

of the places they have been

and the things that they have seen

and the stories that they heard

and the things that they smelt

and all the creatures listen

hungry for more,

happy to learn of everywhere these things have been

which inspires each to set out in the ocean themselves

and have adventures of their own.

The sun has a pulse

The sun has a pulse
So different from our own
It's one beat can last for days
Whereas sometimes it takes too long to come,
to different places everywhere
the sun beats with a different feeling
but when the time comes where you wish it tobe gone
there will always be a time when you wish it to come back
Each time it comes,
It'll bring a new adventure
but for now remember that
the sun will always have a pulse