9/26/12
Note: I don't title a lot of my poems.
I think it takes away the effect..
  

They saw me before I saw them

There were many of them

Thousands and thousands of butterflies

They watched me as I lay in the grass

They seemed so free

So light, so beautiful

I wanted to be like them

But I was in the grass

Bound to the earth

They, loose, in the air

I couldn't get up, I know, because I kept dreaming

Staring at the vivid colors blending together like a painting

I dreamed that I was in that painting

But it didn't change anything

It just made me realize something

That I wasn't amongst them

I wasn't free

11/6/12


I look left and see a pale pink sky

Right, no longer a gray sky but a blue

If we had to pick which one we were

Everyone would rush to say pink

I'd pick the other..

Not because that's me, but because it's..

The one that stays the same

The one that gives me hope

The one that gives me strength to live

For me to be able to move on breathing steadily

Walking in a sense

But literally, crawling..

9/26/12


Blots of crimson cloud

Waterfalls,splashing the surface

One by one

All of them fell

Dripping unto the stone cold floors

One intertwining with the other,making swirls

Making its lazy journey across the once-spotless squares

Streams of faint red following the way the grain went

Guilt chased innocence until it hid from sight

Red rained on guilt and then,a quietness formed

A quietness that even made innocence sick

10/24


When I climbed, it got harder

As I saw the water cascading, the more I wanted to let go

As the tension peaked and my vision got grainy

The pressure to be like the trickling water increased

To fall and let down my guard

To just be free

But I couldn't accept defeat nor freedom

I could only hope for triumph

Freedom was selfish and defeat would ruin me

It would be the end of me

I was at the hardest part of my journey

But I was, also, almost to the top of Mt. Everest

11/6/12


Sleep takes over you

Warped versions of your life appear

It's been 9 or 10 hours

Why can't I wake?

Why am I still dreaming?

It's ok. I've been teckking on this journey

I should be tired

I must be

I keep turning because I'm cold

Because I slept in my clothes

The light outside gently wakes me up

My lids unveil

I check the time

It says 7 something, maybe 7:50

I dance around the house to not disturb anyone else from their journies

Hazily, I try focusing my vision, looking for something

Looking for something recognizable

I subtly walk across the first round of tiles

The clock says 6:59

I quickly go outside in order to meet the painter

Maybe He just started

I open my exit to outside

Cold and damp roads meet me

Rain or shine, I could use the fresh air

But the cold reminds me of the night

The night where I passed through the greatest desert

The grains flying in my face and blinding me

When it was hard to take even one step

When my circumstances told me that they were so great, it's best to fade away

To fade away with the wind

Into the red grains

To cover me from others

To let the desert bring them in like they once did me

To gleam in their eyes but to cover the outcome of choices

But I didn't go with the wind

Instead I was like the wind

Going everywhere but not having a specific place to call home

To use as my shelter from the world

Or from it all

Should I go back to my journies

Befriending them would mean I had somewhere to go

But I didn't want to be praised as an Olympian who crossed that desert and swam that ocean..

I wanted to be myself

I wanted to hide..

I didn't want to exist to the world

-ro

5/31/12

Enclosed, separated from the outside world
Watching scenes from behind a window pane
Defeated, trapped in a different world
Becoming unconscious of existence but still sane
Motionless, lifeless until another inhale is felt
Nothing to keep its company except a black curtain
No freedom nor independence, reaching for an escape
Swallowing every bit of criticism, negativity and disapproval
Lenses begin to blur as black clay runs down cliffs
Sudden bursts of red appear, exhaling as energy is absorbed
For once, it feels like everything will be okay

I wrote this on 10-27-12 and I wrote 2 versions of the poem.. I didn't know which one was better..Tell me what you think guys .. Also on the first version I was wondering if I should add a last line which would be "Last night's chaos" however I think it might take away the effect? or maybe it sounds more like a song sort of thing if I add it? But it's a great style..I mean repetition, you know? Feel free to comment ..It would be greatly appreciated

#1 (Original verson)


Clearly irregular
Jagged triangles
Piercing pain
Needles pinching flesh
Drowning the shards
Flowing red
Transcending across them to the door
It was from last night
Last night's chaos
The door, the only escape from this mess
And all this will be forgotten
As I shove the door ajar,
My eyes blur as I see your hand
And we're back to last night


Version #2

All of them forming an icy floor
Clearly irregular jagged traiangles
Piercing pain as needles pinch flesh
Flowing red curtains drown the shards
Transcending across them to the door
It was from last night's chaos
The door, the only escape from this mess
And all this will be forgotten
Every step an act of strength
Forcing my eyes to stare down the door
To force it open and As I meet my new life
As I shove the door ajar
My heart stops and I hear the glass shattering again
My eyes blur in a split-second as I see your hand
And we're back to that night
We're back to last night