I think I'll go slit my wrists, and wear black. Let's stereotype depression! :D

I've heard enough melodrama to last a lifetime. So, for a cynical poem's sake, I decided to slip into depression overkill [haha. pun there.]

White clouds follow
Sun drifts through
Somber gray clouds
Stifle out anew
Rain struggles out
And falls as a tear
Like this I see
Reflected in mirror
When life has no goal
But smothering me
Why try to fight?
No hope I can see
If death is a secret
This promise I'll break
Over bridge, down street
A new vow I make
To shuffle through life
Seeking pity from all
Let me hate this life
'Til that bliss comes to call

Safe inside...

Was looking up at the moonroof of my dad's car, and felt sorry for the rain... people always say 'oh, the rain is so beautiful' yet no one ever goes out and dances in it. Rain is underappreciated. Especially since it leads a less than happy life...):

Freed at last from icy womb
This is where the shadows loom
Drift and meld amongst brothers
One of countless, helpless others
Disguise yourself as a tear
Or float about in constant fear
Stagnant, captured in a puddle
Tires grind and dirt will muddle
Perfection tarnished once again
Beauty attempts a last refrain…

Romeo and Juliet

The fact that we're reading Romeo and Juliet in English, in addition to that new Taylor Swift song [Love Story], I couldn't help but jot down my thoughts on the subject...

Forbidden love
Draws lovers near

Darting eyes
Lust in fear

For there are those
Who, jealous of

Never knowing
This ageless love

Will put an end,
Or so they think

To unbreakable love
Everlasting link

Their tale of love
Will always last

Though never more
His shadow will cast

Tears traverse
At sight of his death

One last time,
Savors a breath

Trembling hand
Takes her own life

Will forever remain
Eternal wife

Hm. Not so fond of this one. Had to force parts... which doesn't make for a smooth poem. Oh well, promised myself I'd post whatever I type on here.

War

A poem for an article in Rinehart's class. [on the war in Iraq.]

Debates singe
The media rooms

Stay or go?
Controversy blooms

Bickering suits
Pixels on a screen

Glancing over what
Begs to be seen

Broken hearts shatter
At each knock of the door

Waiting for the uniform
News that seems too sure

One year, then two
One hundred now?

And each fatigued soldier
Wipes blood off their brow

Love?

An awful attempt at capturing the essence of love... doubt that anyone will be able to do it justice in a poem.

That skip of the heart
Still of all breath
Warmth flooding mind
Eminent death
For, surely, one cannot
Survive this pain
Unequaled by crystalline
Not that of the sane
Understated in words
Feeble rhymes won't amount
To the wrenching of soul
Blotting pens can't account
And so, one must depend
On the battered, frail phrase
Those four fragile letters
Those of love, passing days
Too often muddled
Or even cast aside
And most err in feeling
That love must be tied
To a special few people
Love belongs to none
Friends, lovers, foes
Love cannot be undone

Inside the mind of a poet...

Kind of dark, I know. This is a writer's mind, on a bad day.

The demons cling to what they may
Revel in woe and decay
For what is it that keeps alive
The blood and flesh may live, and strive
Nay, in a mind swarming with words
Grasp for rhyme, heading towards
That unbreachable wall, a writer's block
Experience a numbing shock
Flurry of hands, nonsense phrase
Frustration then, mind a maze
No relief for unending flood
Of thoughts, beliefs, spilling blood?
Inky hands shred the attempt
No poem yet has been exempt
A fresh sheet, lined with waiting space
For new nonsense to take its place

God!

Controversial topic to start with, I know. But I couldn't resist.

God
Syllabic torment
Meant for bliss
And love personified
No, if there is
A single soul
To rule them all
Why must it spawn
So much strife
Torment?
Karma, karma
Goes around
Comes back
For that man
In the abyss
Such dedication
Single-minded fury
To follow this
Being, soul
Yet soulless
To burn or not to
Burn in this Hell?
This cage, door
Open but chained
All the same
Holy, holy
Label a belief?
No, better to
Follow blindly
Follow into the abyss.

First Poems Posted!

First time to post some poems... I'll have quite a few. I'll probably post them seperately, with their own titles. Enjoy! [hopefully.]