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 Oct 2013 Elena Clair
Nirmalee
I want to work for mankind,
To lend a hand to the helpless and poor,
Who are neglected by the world
But want to live for sure.

I want to be water to the lips of the child,
Who's not had a single drop since the last twenty hours..
Alas! I cannot quench the unsatiable thirst,
Of the man who's drowning in a whirlpool of desires!

I want to be the cane to the old blind man
Who somehow makes both ends meet,
The one who is forsaken of the world,
Where his own sons are enjoying a feast!
Here I sit
Glazing glaikitly at the one-eyed, black mirrored screen,
Wondering.

Went for breath,
Got water.

Mouth above the line
Quick breath
Back under.

Strangely peaceful down here,
Among the fish

Well , they always did say
Plenty more in the ocean.

Perpetual motion.

Upwards this time.

Perhaps.
I'm sick then I'm not
Dependent on a cane then I walk
Exhaustion hits me like a ton of bricks
Then I'm and at 'em with all the rest
I see the questioning stares
"What's wrong with you?"  
They seem to ask
You're either sick or your not.
There is no in-between
Trust me, if I had a choice I would not have this disease.
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 Oct 2013 Elena Clair
Katelyn
Dancing is a way of life, dancing is life. Some say you crawl before you walk, I say you dance before you breathe. How do I explain the feeling of; spinning, jumping, running? I can’t. It is indescribable. Dancing is such a magical thing, you can speak to the people who can’t speak, and you can feel for the people who can’t feel, you dance for the people whom will never be able to dance. Most don’t understand where I am coming from. Why I am not sure, but if a person stopped and listened. They will hear the music of life and where there is music there is a dance, the dance of life…

This dance may be one of the hardest to get through; the preparation will be excruciatingly painful. But everyone does it. Everyone hears the music at some point. Have you ever listened to Beethoven? In his symphonies there is a pattern. It starts out slow; it gradually gets louder and louder and then BOOM! The ******. Beethoven’s master pieces are a replica of life. Think about it, really hard, and listen to the music.

Can you feel your foot tapping? The sound repeating in your head? This is the first realization of the dance. Now your swaying back and forth, like the trees in an autumn breeze. This is the second step, but the first motion. I want you to get up and throw the tips of your fingers to the stars in heaven. Then pull them back down. And breathe.

What is it that you feel? Perhaps relaxation or maybe happiness, possibly anger or frustration? Whatever you feel don’t let it go away. The feelings you get when you dance show the audience that you are human. Like all humans you will make a mistake you will fall, you will trip, you will tumble to the floor of the stage. That means nothing and don’t let anyone tell you differently. It means nothing because, without those mistakes there will be nothing to improve.

Improvements. Simple things that can change your dance. Keep your arms firm and your head held high. Your arms are the roads to your heart. You let them slack and fall, your heart gets crushed. Try holding a friends hand to keep them firm. Your friends will always be there through this dance. Don’t let your head drop for you head is the door to your mind. If you let someone in you lose personality. Your dance becomes someone else’s. Those are the only things you can mess up, but for some reason these mistakes happen more than once.

In the end when the music stops and the crowd cheers at your achievements. You know that your dance has made an impact maybe in more ways than one. Dancing is a way to communicate to show who you are. So when you hear the music, start tapping your foot, sway back and forth and, dance. Dance just not for you but for the people that can’t. That is the dance of life. Your life.
This is not a poem just somthing i wrote i would love comments!!
 Oct 2013 Elena Clair
Katelyn
I want people to remember me
Not just for the way I act
But for the things I do
The things I did
And the things I would never do.
I want to be written in the history books
Because of all the great things I have said
The things I will say
Not for the things I did not mean to say
I want people to sing about me
They will sing about the things I have seen
The things I want to see
And things no one else can see
I do not want people to judge me
For the things did or the things I will do
For the things I said
For the things I have seen
I want the people who matter to me
To love me for the life I lived.
if ever you wonder
if ever your heart should grow curious
for lust and love and spirit
electricity that splits the spine
a jolt of lightening
rushing through wide open veins
baby hairs standing on end
on the nape of your neck
a wave of cold sweat
dripping through your hair
moistens your back
if ever a moment passes
if ever you refrain from yelling loud
sing a melody
scream “i love you”
skip through a crowd of people
and smile
laugh
dance
and forget your worry
the temporary madness of yesterday
because you are static, ecstatic
you are wonderful
written by me
i've lived enough
enough to know
that what you feel that's stored below
within your heart and mind and soul
the hatred that you must console
a warmth that lingers in your bones
a warmth taken up by cold
it's selfish to say
because it's no fault but my own
we wander paths of vivid difference
merging and colliding and falling away
i am no monster
no heart of stone
just lost and wandering
no place to go
written by me
i saw a flicker of light in the corner of my left eye
and i thought i was losing my mind
the window had been closed for quite some time
and yet the inkling of a sparkle tricked my vision
had an angel kissed my eyelid
and then fluttered away
realizing i was not who she had searched for?
i would never know
because that glimmer in the corner
could only be the headlights
of a car
turning the corner
onto my quiet neighborhood street
while i sit in the comfort
of my dark room
alone

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