These are poems from off the top of my head that I wrote in either my notebook or on my computer. All poems here are ©'ed (and so are all other writings on this website that don't belong to others), so hands off! :) If you really want to use it, email me for permission.
P.S.: If any of this sounds extra-empassioned or even suicidal, don't worry about it. I tend to write a lot of poetry when I'm upset, and I'm usually a cheerful person.
Aria stands on the hill where the lighthouse sits on the rocks of birds Aria climbs the stairs of the tower of lights casting shadows over the sea Aria reaches up for a shooting star that falls into her upstretched hands wait, my dear, your friends are coming in a ship to save you from the rock on which you appear. Aria wait I come and love you so much call to me and I will be there for you calling back to the lights on the hill in the rain and storm. Aria my love! don’t tarry! come down from there! climb down the rocks into the windswept sea. The saltwater will carry you to the worlds beyond. come, my love, join me in the waves of doom. The sea is calling you, the ships that sank are calling you. I and your friends are calling you, come, down to the sea.
If you believe that dreams are true Then when you sleep you'll find Many adventures waiting for you In the realities of your mind. A strong, proud beast is standing there As if poised to fly away- A winged horse, a Pegasus As bright as golden day. With strength, beauty, pride and grace She raises her wings to fly Asking you to come away With her to midnight sky. If you decide to fly with her A charge you then must hold To tell no other mortal How you flew on wings of gold. -Moira Rose, age 13
There’s a girl dressed in white Who comes to speak with me. Always I see her in the night, Never in day comes she. She is my beautiful beacon of light- Dressed as an angel is she; She sails over a sea of darkling night As lovely as can be. The name of my friend is Lady Moon, And I shall introduce her- Come out and meet her by the tune Of a flute, and the smell of myrrh. So cry out your troubles by her light, Sing to your shadow, wish on a star, Stand in the day, dance in the night- She is as near as she is far. -Moira Rose, age 13
Lean your back against the wall. a skeletel hand grips the back of your neck in a terrifying embrace. Run in the darkness! No matter how fast you run, It will catch up with you. Who knows what it is, but it is something you don’t want to meet on a dark and moonless night. I don’t care how many doors you lock behind you, you cannot lock the wraith out. Don’t look in the backseat of the car, it will be there. Don’t step foot beside your bed, it will grab your ankle. Its slimy skin will send shivers down your spine. You hear its footsteps in the hall- step, step, step, step... Have you ever cried for your parents at night and they didn’t come? Has your dog ever barked at a shadow that wasn’t there? Have you ever felt that you weren’t alone in an empty house? Have you ever known that your nightmares weren’t dreams? Have you ever? Porcelin clown upon the shelf smiles its wicked grins on you and its eyes move.
The bench I sit on Is cast iron and weathered wood, And the headphones I wear Play me comforting music of a celtic ancient home. This home, too, is a childhood one Of an ancestor, my mother. I’m reading a large blue bound book And watching the shadows descend Upon the tiger lillies and pines. I face west, and there is a hawk Flying before the peach-hued brilliance Of the setting sun. No, Not a hawk- just a sparrow. Rows of soybeans rest in young growth Beyond these white wooden columns of the porch. There are no mountains, This house boasts of an Indiana plain. That sun looks closer than before, And the shadows overtaking the light Bringing cool evening breezes, And the north, in its evening light, Is being framed with mist. Beyond that grove of trees Is a gently lit farmhouse in the shadows. This was once a swamp, the Limberlost. Its soul was green and living things. The sun has disappeared behind a cloud, And my mind turns To the death of the emerald swamp, To the death of my grandfather, To the eventual death of those soybeans And the disappearance and death Of this exact scene of nature, Never again to be quite the same. This, I think, Must’ve been what my mother cherished in her house. A peaceful evening in the gray-blue breeze. Perhaps this scene shall live on If I can only express is well enough, But alas, man’s words cannot describe The fate of the sun at day’s end Or the peace which descends Upon us, who know That only aging, it again shall rise To meet us to-morrow morning, And we shall again wake to its brightness On the green Indiana plain, Only for it to set again To the west of this porch- And on the bench I again will be sitting... The sun turns pink in the silver-blue light...
ever as the clouds roam on the ceaseless hills and float in the air that is thick as water, I roam across my life; it is vapor, yet it holds me up and I do not fall through. I am lighter than my life.
I wrote these words- yet they are strange to me. I haven’t explored all of the world which they create when I break through the membrane and discover my heart, which I didn’t know I possessed.
Roses of deep red And the green velveted leaves Crown her shining head. Beautiful red rose! Crimson colored for love, White is for repose. Eileen, light-bearer, Are you a star or a sun Or reflecting moon? Peace, my dear brother! Rest as the dignifed pine, Be silent and proud. Do not reprehend The white clouds on every hand Pride and pine will end. My repressed impulse Is to scream without ceasing. And do I die, then? This death, forever My eternal requiem My rest without cease. (incineration) Sovreignty is mine. I am a queen, I tell you! Burning can’t refine. relax if you didn't get that. it is inside jokes. read the Island prologue Water runs uphill! Curse all Russia’s bowling balls Tribal chant: Got-gum. ditto Sweet, white Queen Anne’s lace And young silvered Iron-weed In its own small place. Reciprocal love! Like a golden wedding band, Eternally sweet. Swirling oyster pearls! Each one is a lover’s word Under ocean furls. (Latin Loves) Furor loquendi... Through furor poeticus, Furor scribendi! Multitude of words Are less in beauty than three Lines of a haiku
the fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge. if you do not yet fear the Lord, visit the seashore. the ocean is endless. the night is endless. the sky is endless. He made them all. he made the salt spray and the undertow. He can take something under the waves and never let it surface. He can wash a large rock for thousands of years, and create pebbles. He is huger than the sea and the sky and the salt spray and the undertow and the wind that the seagulls hover in. i fear the Lord because i fear the ocean, and the Lord made the ocean.
Heart within heart And soul within soul And nothing in betweeen.
I feel like crying and I don’t know why, I can no longer see the stars in the sky. An ancient pain is running deep. I’m so tired, I just want to sleep. What do you call sorrow? Is it sorrow When you feel like death and no tomorrow? When you’re sad about nothing that you can name, But you feel like crying all the same? Not a star in the sky to guide, Not a step to fall behind, Not a safe place to fall. The drumming of the rain lies above the roof. Rumble in dark mountain ranges, a threat of more to come. All of the drumbeats are off the rhythm.
Pic by Luis Royo
Why don't they know me? They say they do, Since the beginning of time. But They don't. They only try When I'm upset- And sometimes Not even then. They say "Get over it! It's done and gone!" But It isn't. Not in my soul. As if I'm going to leave My emotions On the doorstep Of each room I enter, To start new each minute....I'm sorry. But It just doesn't work that way. I have feelings, too. Why Don't they understand that? Why Don't they know me? Why Do I feel different Than the world?
It's unfair. It's so unfair. Tears run down my cheeks. I don't understand them And they don't understand me. I don't get it. Why are they out To ruin my life? Why must my existence Be so filled With their anger? I want To run away. I don't want To see them. Why. Why. Why does it have to be the night Of a cold winter day? Why? Why couldn't it be a bright And sunshiny summer afternoon? I cannot run, I cannot hide, I cannot even cry in peace. I am so alone in this world And hate it But cannot be alone In my own house Which I want to be. I am lonely, I am solitary, I am sad. I am alone. Alone. Alone in the world, But Crowded. Crowded. Crowded in my own home. Why?
The day may be cold, And the walk may be hard, And I may slip and fall, And get cold and wet, But I go anyway. I go because I must. I go because I'm called. I go because it's what I am, And that can't be ignored. Whatever they say Or how they scorn me, What would they think If they saw me now? I see everything differently Than they ever will- And because of my gift I am called to be here. Walk to the woods, Walk down a path Then step out among vines To a meadow of grass. Snow may be deep And the day may be cold, But you cannot stop me From being myself. If you were to look up From where you are now You would see endless skies You feel as though you could Fall off the world.Pic by Michael Whelan The clouds are all bigger The world is more silent And all is more magical When you're alone.
They said it was impossible For him to feel that way That all I wanted right here and now Were gone and faded with the day. But now I wonder Why I listened To their every word And took what they said To be the truth And why I even heard. If you look into his fathomless eyes And hear the way he talks You know that it is impossible For him to feel as you do. But- Impossible is possible. Why else do we believe in magic, The most impossible of them all? And why do we want to know If there is a monster in Scotland? And why do we want to hear Those tales we know so well? And why did men even try To fly Above the clouds Tho’ they knew It was impossible? It is impossible for bees to fly And yet they do it anyway. It may be impossible- But it could happen- Someday.
You Are fast But I Am swift. That moment I ran I remember. But All else Is gone. For I Did not Just run. I Disappeared. In That small moment That I don't know Where I went Before I hid In darkness I was not there. I was not here. I was not. In that Small moment I was… I was gone.
Pic by Michael Whelan
Last night You didn't see me Because I Was alone… With my soul. Always there is someone there- God, my shadow and My soul. Always there will be someone to care God, my shadow and My soul. Always when I sing sad thoughts Or pray or laugh or cry- Someone is there- God, my shadow and My soul.
My name is Shadow Girl And I dance. My name is Shadow Girl And I discover. My name is Shadow Girl And I can disappear. My name is Shadow Girl And you may know me. My name is Shadow Girl And I dance with the moon. My name is Shadow Girl And I sing with the sun. My name is Shadow Girl And I walk two worlds. My name is Shadow Girl And I am silent. My name is Shadow Girl And I follow. My name is Shadow Girl And I dream. My name is Shadow Girl And I love. My name is Shadow Girl And I live.
Pic by Michael Whelan
I am trapped. From this horrid dream, I will never be free. I am cut off from you, From all who love me. I am falling, Falling into a deep pit. I am living a nightmare, Caught in a maze From which I can't Break free. For if I run, I only get tired, And here there is no place to hide. And here I end my days In fear and resignation Within myself, Not letting others see the real me.
Dreamers and me Music carried away on the wind, Happiness indescribable As I swing on the air In ecstasy For I am at peace with all, And all are at peace with me. All seasons come and go, But I am happy, So I will not. Happiness goes so quickly And all we have is here and now. So treasure it and love it And always remember it When you go to sleep at night, For good dreams will follow. And, if sometime, Somewhere, You are lonely Or sad, Just remember That happiness you have saved up For just such a time. For all we have is now, And now is all we need. Remember it. Remember me. Happy moments leave, But your happiness will always go on. Remember Your happiness. Happiness and hope go hand in hand. And always remember, Add all your happiness, Multiply it a thousand, Million times…. And heaven is even better than that.
Everything creative that comes out of your mind Stops when you walk in this place. It's dirty and smelly and gross, And everything goes at a really fast pace. The smell is incredible, the dust and the stench, The moving around all day long, This place promotes hopelessness, sadness and grief- There's no place for dancing or song. Here you must sleep, and there you must eat, And here the color is strange- You feel hot, sick, and mad in this place all day long, You feel like you're locked in a great, dusty cage. My brain is boiling, the heat is intense- How do they expect us to THINK? I scream just to be heard over the noise, My mind feels like cotton, hands covered in ink. I feel like I've been here Ever so long, This place is where THEY Think we belong? The hopeful are hopeless, Let's get out of this place! Let's LEAVE this school- And walk our OWN pace.
Pic by Michael Whelan
Hypocrite. I'm sick of it. You accuse others of things That are your fault, That you do yourself. Hypocrite. I'm sick of it. You don't understand. You don't want to. You don't care. Hypocrite. I'm sick of it. You get mad at me, And I get over it, And you're still mad. Hypocrite. I'm sick of it. You accuse me of being Mad all the time. But what of you? Hypocrite. I'm sick of it. There's enough venom In your words To bring down the house. Hypocrite. I'm sick of it. I want to leave To run and hide But you'll find me and yell Anyway. You are a Hypocrite. And I'm sick of it.
Friend or Foe, The choice is yours To lock it tight Or free the doors.
I said I could teach you, You laughed. I said I would help you, You laughed. I said I knew something, You laughed. Why do you laugh? You don't understand. How can you laugh At something you don't know? How can you smile At something so serious? Why do you laugh? You don't understand. How can you know what you're missing If you never had it in the first place? How can you laugh at it When it is so serious? I see things. I see things differently. If you saw that You wouldn't laugh.Pic by Michael Whelan If you felt The way I feel When I hear the music, See the scene, You would never laugh at me again.
Some people don't like rain. I don't see why. Rain creates atmosphere. Rain is friendly. Rain commiserates with you When you are sad, And laughs with you When you are happy. Rain is a friend.
I had a habit I thought I should break Until I realized it was already too late. I had changed in a way I can't recreate. This song is of happiness, not of fear; This song is of singing instead of tears. And I danced in the woods in my bare feet And walked all the way up the creek. I can't go back, I see that now, But dancing alone is fun, anyhow. I notice things more clearly now, Do the things I didn't allow Myself to do before that day- To dance and skip and sing away. And I danced in the woods in my bare feet And walked all the way up the creek. I can't go back, I see that now, But dancing alone is fun, anyhow. And so, my friend, I ask you please Standing and sitting and down on my knees To go be alone for a little while And feel yourself finally, finally smile. And dance in the woods in your bare feet And walk all the way up the creek. You can't go back once you've gone You can only keep dancing into the dawn.
In the dark of night he came, Like a ghost I couldn't see. In the dark of night he came, Looking only for me. He tiptoed up behind me, He approached me from the back; I didn't see him coming, Intuition I still lack. In the dark of night he came And wrapped me in cape Of despair so deep I couldn't break Through its darkened shape. I covered my face and ran from him Into the midnight black; Running for a light I couldn't see, Not daring to look back. I came upon a light so bright It nearly blinded me; It took me and held me. Now safely I can be An angel of God, A candle in the night, A torch for those who run away Looking for a light, A safe haven for those Who by despair are lamed. So watch your back at midnight- In the dark of night he came.
All my hope is in God and my Saviour divine, Who took all my sins so that heaven is mine. I have inner peace that no one can steal, And it will continue til God’s grace reveal My home in the sky, my heaven above, Given to me by God’s gracious love. No more shall I sin, and if I fall, Jesus picks me up if in repentance I call. We’ll spread God’s Word through all the earth Until heaven has come, and gives us rebirth. I am new! Hallelujah! Jesus’ blood raises me, And I will sing to the sky and shout to the sea. I am friends with Almighty, He loves me so, And to all the world, with His message, we’ll go. I’ll go where He sends me, be what He says, For He took my price upon His own head.
Prayer of the child Sent to the Father- Spoken in hope, Asking for love. Prayer of the child, Asking for mercy, Asking for guidance, Asking for faith. Love of the Father Forgiving the child, Giving love, hope, Strength and peace. Prayers of the child Being answered Filling with guidance, Filling with hope.
My throat is closing, My tears are coming, My hope is gone, My faith is running.
Pic by Michael Whelan
Light in the pale birches! The leaves tremble in the breeze And oaks will soon be bare.
I was standing on a street corner Beneath a street lamp. There was dried blood beneath my fingernails. The full moon is setting. I have no memory of where I've been, What I've done ...Or what I was. I am blocks and blocks away from home, And I hear sirens. I am in a concrete cage.
Black, black, all is black; Close, close, walls are tight. Now, all I see is all I lack Within this chamber of the night.
I glanced into the opposing crowd, And I saw her. She was beautiful! Blonde hair like spun gold guarded her shoulders, Her skin was fair and pure. Her eyes were two mossy sapphires Beneath the dark, full lashes of velvet. Her eyebrows are nicely formed, Her lips- they were perfect As the red jewel lips of A porcelein doll, Shapely and full. Her body was slim and proportioned, She moved with grace. Her wrists were slim and her hands beautiful, Her ankles stately and her feet graceful. Her clothing was modest and lovely, And her voice as she sung- It was not the voice of angels, Nor the voice of mischeivous imps, It was the voice of a living, breathing Human being. I glanced at her again- And realized that I was looking in the mirror. It is me! I no longer Notice the beauty or the petitness, Only the things that are wrong with me And I look away, With tears in my eyes. I cry. I am ugly.
Pic by Michael Whelan
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