Description: For the romantics. For me. Inspired by an awesome summer night.
I long to write a song for you
Some silhouette out in the mist
I can feel your hand and see your smile
Sense my stomach turn and twist
I know your touch deep in my mind
Comfort, sweetness, teasing grins
Conversations in the night
Simple longings to be with
Yet I’ve never met you
I live inside a shadow of love
Could hollowness consume me?
Could desperation trap me in?
I walk out into darkness
But find not emptiness
A dew drenched woods filled with life
A thousand flickering fireflies
Send my senses sparking
My skin strangely alive
Adventure calls me with the sound
Of howling beasts and hooting owls
I walk within the universe
Black with stars I touch and search
Some days I may long for you
But some days now I feel disgust
For what can possibly compare
To a cool night and firefly fairy dust?
Description: I have so many ideas, and often I write them down, but they hardly make it to my blog anymore, because school is keeping me so distracted. There is always something to do, something to get ahead on… And when I take a break, I collapse. However, I wanted to take the time to post this poem, which I just wrote today after a walk back to my apartment. Remember how I said that my university’s literary arts magazine’s theme was going to be “growth?” Well, apparently now it’s “creative emergence.” Whatever that means. Here’s my interpretation (and possible entry).
Silky shadows of silhouettes nigh
With violets twisting with rose in the sky
The vastness of the horizon’s hillside
I’m inspired by my own eyes
Silence of darkness suddenly sears
Sweet rumbles of life then soon reappear
Chirping conversations so far and near
I’m inspired by my own ears
Light, brisk breezes drifting in
Goosebumps rising with the appearance of wind
Breathing in coolness and excitement within
I’m inspired by my own skin
Oceans of colors constantly twist
Sounds surround in a continuous mist
Sensations grace my form like a kiss
I’m inspired because I exist
Description: My walk today.
I feel no fear when the fireworks pop
(Their rumbles and sparks hardly leave a shock)
And yet I gasp and reel back in fright
When a field’s puddle explodes with the sun’s great light