trent-sackenheim
American
It's very simple. No tagging, no spam, just poetry. I'm not really sure what's possessing me to do this but for some reason I'm going to post some things that I've written. I guess there's really not much to say so I'll just get on to it and maybe my writing will speak for me. Any comments or criticisms would be appreciated.
The window creaked. I heard the breeze
My mind was what I must gently ease
I grabbed a pen, trying to write something worthwhile
I turned on the radio, and cracked a smile
I sat at my desk, thinking of themes
But I drifted off as I wrote, sweet dreams
I went to a land of magic and splendor
Though part of me says I'm just a pretender
It's Spring and I can feel the sun
I can see a swingset, and a child having fun
It got brighter, and the heat rose fast
I wondered how much time had passed
I watched this boy as I sat under a tree
Recalling the way things used to be
I sat for hours until I finally noticed something strange
The season, it began to change
I saw leaves of orange and grass of yellow
But near the tree, just like the other, I saw this fellow
He sits and reads about the future
Feeling the wounds he must one day suture
Finding things he must one day revive
And dying, just to feel alive
I walked up to pat his shoulder
Winter's coming kid, and it will be much colder
And I left the boy with that simple quote
And, before I left, as well, my coat
So I walked as the breeze continued to blow
But soon the leaves turned into snow
The ground turned as white as the sky
When I turned my head and heard a cry
And snow like tears to the earth would douse
And I looked up, and saw a house
I floated to the window and I saw a shadow of someone sleeping
It was a boy, not much older, in his pillow, weeping.
I watched him lay there, feeling dead
I slowly moved and approached his bed
On his table I placed my ring
And told him to hold on until it was Spring
And I whispered everything will be alright
And I gently kissed his head goodnight
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:58 PM UTC
The wind is breathing past my cheek
Walking the road, feeling meek
Ignoring beds of stress I could not lay
Pondering life along the way
Looking for purpose, looking for rhyme
It was just then I heard a chime
Turned around, I saw a sight
Memories recalled along with fright
A man, lonely, sitting in his car
A man who's life has traveled far
His head lain down, trying to feel
His hands firmly against the wheel
Paralyzed, unwilling to move
Thinking the fears he must disprove
His life in shards, but to what length
The absence of what we called strength
I've seen this man times before
It must have been ten years or more
And then it hit me, like a spell
I knew this man, knew him very well
I knew him, the blood pounding in my heart
The man who raised me from the start
Ten years ago, the same old man
A healthy family, that was the plan
The man of the family had all the power
It didn't take long, it all went sour
The foundation crumbled, fell to pieces
Life changed, for kids, nephews, and nieces
So I'm looking at this old man now
No body learned, I'm wondering how
I felt the anger, rising in me
But also, I felt the sympathy
Thinking it was all over, way back then
I truly never wanted to see this again
So go inside the house, and tell your kids goodbye
Silently, I turned my head to cry
Hoping that you'll one day learn
If you can't, this world will burn
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:57 PM UTC
The feelings that I cannot find
As I sit and try to unwind
Somehow I can see the time
Passing through my open mind
And everything I see is fine
And I pray for some kind of sign
As I now sit in the sunshine
For some reason it makes me rhyme
And now I see just what's in line
And I'm so glad to call you mine
And even though we are apart
We both still know you have my heart
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:57 PM UTC
I can't believe my eyes again
It happened all too fast
It's becoming just another joke
Just the same as all the past
It started with this feeling
I'd never felt such joy
I was just looking for a girl
Who was looking for a boy
I saw you standing there
Of course I had some doubt
I just wanted to say something
But the words would not come out
The time went by so quickly
You got to know me well
Sitting in class I'd check my phone
Every time I heard the bell
I didn't know the feeling then
Though it seemed to some renowned
You showed me even in darkness
That every color can be found
The sensation grew so fast
Seeing nothing but romance
It started getting stronger
I thought I saw my chance
With great speed I took it
I offered little clues
I got the answer Id always wanted
By god she liked me too
Still surprised by the response
It seemed it went quite well
I'm finally on my feet again
Waking up I heard the bell
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:56 PM UTC
I'm falling back asleep again
Dreaming of the greenest grass
Violently I'm woken up
I realize that I'm still in class
I'm wondering what I'm doing here
As I'm staring at the clock
The hostility seems to grow
With every tick and tock
As I'm walking through the hallway
I hear a little cough
"That shirt don't say Badin kid
You'll have to take it off"
Then I see a balding man
The source of my despair
"It can't be in the middle kid
You'll have to change your hair"
"And what's that writing on your arm
No, that just won't do
Go over there and wash it off
And also change your shoes"
My creativeness is leaving me
It's coming out as drool
"But Open House is coming up
You must promote our school"
My hair is almost all gone now
You can't recognize my face
Why'd they make me do this
I think I hate this place
I'm waking up from class again
The teacher calls my name
But he's looking at a different kid
We all look the same
What have they done to me
I wonder as I hear the bell
I'm not an individual
This place might just be hell
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC
What are these words?
What do they say?
Can they tell me if I'll make it through
Just one more day?
But what are all these words about?
They make me scream.
They make me shout.
Some say they're an outlet for the soul.
They're such meaningful words, they say.
But they're taking their toll.
Can you help me?
And then she came.
The world was new.
I thought she could help me,
And so did you.
The time was now.
The sky was blue.
But I really wasn't sure just what to do.
I hesitated.
I lost my mind.
I guess I let her slip away this time.
And now I know what those words were about.
Words all with hope.
Words with no doubt.
I guess they just weren't written for me.
That was very easy to see.
But today I heard a beautiful sound.
I guess I was proven wrong.
I felt as if my life turned around.
So I walked and walked.
Until I found a mirror.
And wondered what it was doing here.
Then I knew to turn around.
All I saw was a fiery den.
I realized it was all just a trick,
I had to start all over again.
I felt like a fool being toyed with from above.
But sometimes, I guess that's love.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC
Standing here in the grass
It's still black, but I have no fear
Wondering how slow the time will pass
The light is finally getting here
So long ago it came it seems
Since I've been graced with a single ray
Something I can't find in a dream
Something for which I can only pray
I guess my dreams don't mean that much
But my prayers are coming true
I've never seen beauty as such
This feeling's completely new
And now it seems the dark is done
I only wish to see the sun.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:54 PM UTC
I'm laying in this bed alone at night
My mind drifting off, not like during day
I don't know where I am. It brings me fright
What this is, I cannot say
It's so real. I want to believe it so
I want to run through it. My feet stay still
"Where could I be?" I desire to know
I feel I've been put here against my will
Although I'm frightful, I am excited
This feeling I have is quite extreme
My imagination is ignited
I know I must be in a dream
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:53 PM UTC
It was always an argument
My childhood was rough
And after seven long hard years
I knew they’d had enough
What made it so much worse
Was where to place the blame
Because with all six kids involved
No story was the same
I used to sit in bed at night
Hearing all the things they say
But I sat there and I wondered
Will things always be this way
I know it’s not their problem now
The papers all went through
But where am I involved in this
What am I to do
It seemed to me they didn’t care
Everything they put us through
And I know I wasn’t the only one
The others felt it too
I’m living all the hatred
But what am I to say
Sometimes I just can’t help but feel
I can’t last another day
I wish I knew the good times
But I was very young
The only things I can remember
Are not what you’d call fun
I know it’s not my fault
But thinking back this day
I wonder what could happen
If things went a different way
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:52 PM UTC