tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87592697600896487162024-03-13T06:52:49.564-07:00Dreams of An Anachronistic MindPoetry in prose. Years of anguish, torment, love and dreams all in one convenient place.Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-46434033008945002432010-11-09T22:03:00.001-08:002010-11-09T22:03:38.725-08:00Another Triumvirate, From 9/28/10<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>Why am I afraid to leave?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>It’s clear from here that there’s air.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I can see the trees rustling from the window</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>They dance and sway from across my room.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I see people pass by.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I see them walking, normal, bored.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>It rains. It stops. The coldness pervades them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I am trapped in this heated, sheltered space.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I don’t need this protection anymore.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I’ll never be free.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I am overheated, afraid of the cold.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>But it’s not my enemy. It’s a long-forgotten friend. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>He misses me. I long to see him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I have to go, or we’ll never meet again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>Please stay. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>Why is there wide-eyed fear?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>You look at me. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>You can’t see me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I stare back and you shy away.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>It’s no use. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>Our mouths are to speak</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>Not to gape in horror.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>If you cannot speak to me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>For what reason do you smile?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I am a person, just like you.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I need the same things</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>Not only you need to be loved.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I am dismayed but not discouraged.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I walk away</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>These legs were made to move</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>So while I can run</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>You’ll never understand.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I may not be as sharp as a whip</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I may not bite with this tongue.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>But I can write you verses</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I can meddle with your heartstrings </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>Your long forgotten melodies.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I’ll devastate your mind.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I’ll caress it, soft</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>Before I tear it apart lovingly</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>And savor the beauty of your agony.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>But it’s not true, is it?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>Are you just a bystander, then?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>Do you wonder like the others?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>Does your psyche lack the glue?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>I am never ready. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span>But here we go.</span></div>Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-62708558735455038322010-11-09T21:38:00.001-08:002010-11-09T21:41:53.326-08:003 Poems from 9/26/10<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am always standing, waiting.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But for what?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">There is nothing that sings </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">There is nothing that cries sweet.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">They stare at me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But only at me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I stare, but my face is blank.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I don’t know where I’m going. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And they can’t tell me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">So I keep quiet.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">What nonsense I spout is naught</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It is of uninterest.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I sigh and hang my heavy head.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I continue to stare.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now, but at my feet. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">They ache from standing.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I ache from yearning.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Why couldn’t it have ended long ago?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Why did I never start to finish?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Frivolous is the air.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It brings to me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Things I wish I could see.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am blind but I can so observe.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The fragrance of peaches and blossoms </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">They waft toward me. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I know my friend has arrived.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hear the slap of shoes on concrete.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Another friend has come. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I turn around but there is a fork.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">What do I choose?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I cannot pick. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">There is nothing I can say.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I close my eyes but only darkness.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">There’s never an answer.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I can’t rely on my eyes. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">They deceive me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I love them both. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I do not wish to leave either. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I do not wish to mistake.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But they are so different. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">They sing both sweet and rare.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">So I remain.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Why does love destroy me so?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I never dared to lie.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I wonder about those illusions.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Those half-baked lies that run</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Not in circles, about my mind.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">They call to me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">They are so sweet</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I let them play as they like.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I miss them at times when I’m awake.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When I’m tired, they soothe me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Strange or apologetic.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">They all love me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As I love them.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But like love, they tear me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">They don’t mean to, but it’s true.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I’ll never be without the night terrors.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Those one-is-one-too-many lot.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">There is no good without the bad.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But how much bad must we face?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I’d wait forever to forget.</div>Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-40201382903147314652010-11-09T21:37:00.000-08:002010-11-09T21:41:42.239-08:008/30/10<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I looked ahead furtively</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I saw no dark hall </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But a lit entryway that dimmed</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As I stepped back.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I ran back into shadow</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Eyes burning from torchlight.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I crouched and hid in a corner</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Afraid to see myself,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">My lonely, broken heart</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Still beating intensely on my sleeve.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I stared at the cold floor </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Warming itself from me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Unapologetic and free</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">From decision.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I try to stand but fail</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As my knees creak from disuse.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I walk slowly, nursing my joints</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As I shield my eyes from the illumination.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I temper myself to the immense </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Excitement in the atmosphere.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><Screw making up titles. I'm not going to make up shit titles just for it's sake. It's nonsense.></div>Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-63495959413993280412010-11-09T21:34:00.000-08:002010-11-09T21:41:19.100-08:008/29/10<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">There was no escape so lovely</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As looking into the eyes of one who felt</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The Technicolor words as warm</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As the sun who sighed softly.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Softly, slowly, he awoke</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Into a field of luscious flowers</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Who hummed as they swayed</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">To the sensual caress</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Of changes in the rarefied air.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">His eyes fluttered and shut</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">While he reveled in a lofty breath</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Full of love and residual dreams.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">So soon had he left </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">He had returned.</div><br />
<Written for someone I love>Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-80230749677437211062010-11-09T21:32:00.001-08:002010-11-09T21:41:02.737-08:008/27/10<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Enervate the light that corners </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">All the time that flows a-right.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Too much night discovers</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Fireflies that crawl about</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Afraid to shed their light.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">All the while</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I lie atop the steps</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Pensive, but forgetful.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Wondering silently at perception</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Shut-eyed and asleep.</div>Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-57046796789460645862010-11-09T21:17:00.000-08:002010-11-09T21:28:15.817-08:00StruckThere are ravens in the sky<br />
They obscure the light from coming<br />
But they cannot feel its warmth. <br />
So they drop like stones <br />
From my sheer will <br />
Like rain they fall <br />
Into mist they become, <br />
Disintegrate, evaporate<br />
Crawl back to where they've come.<br />
They slither as snakes do<br />
They hiss and burn;<br />
A chronic disease.<br />
I close my eyes and shudder.<br />
I forget the lies<br />
I dream the faultless memories.<br />
I wonder what I’ve become.<br />
I expect there to be none.<br />
My eyes flutter, open wide.<br />
They stare into nothing<br />
Because this is my world<br />
I create this torment<br />
This everlasting pleasure, <br />
This love-pervading world.<br />
You may not feel my pain<br />
But I can feel yours<br />
And you carelessly live your life<br />
According to their rules.<br />
You suffer needlessly. <br />
You close your eyes only to see black.<br />
But I am waiting for the darkness.<br />
It longs for me as I do it.<br />
I crave the molten sunshine bid me closer.<br />
It sings a song seraphic<br />
Only resounding in mine ears.<br />
I fling myself forward, downward, onward.<br />
I close my eyes and <br />
Here I come. <br />
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<Hm, I quite like coming up with names after the fact. Wrote this because re-watching The Matrix for the second time since I watched in it theaters gave me such chills that I was blissing out and going numb for the next few hours. Dedicated to Sabrina Schroeck for being my muse <3 >Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-76516768214791884422010-11-09T17:29:00.001-08:002010-11-09T17:29:40.320-08:00Well, it seems the timestamp is three hours early. Bummer?Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-27688758625571484262010-11-09T17:17:00.000-08:002010-11-09T17:26:38.738-08:00The Opposite of TorporWell. I think I'm decently established. Birthday's coming up! Can't wait! Lip piercing and several ear piercings! Wish it weren't so cold and that I had all my poetry with me. I think I'll post them in increments when I have all of them together. It's going to be so much easier for me, too, to be able to just go through archives in one place instead of reading through my awful script in countless notebooks and random sheets of paper, and documents spread out all over the place, etc., etc.<br />
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My dream is to be a published poet, lead or backup singer in a band, and to have AFI, William Francis, Chris Cerulli, Black Veil Brides, and enormous amounts of other people read my poetry. Because it's all for you. Just again: always credit me! And if you do, tell me? Much love <3Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-81723288220337193742010-11-09T17:10:00.000-08:002010-11-09T17:10:33.732-08:00Uncalled For<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m so alive in this stagnant moment</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I stare straight into the moon </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of which has been obscured by storm clouds</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You gaze at me through reddened eyes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ll always wish for peace and energy</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Love and ardent misery</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Take me away from here</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Wake me up from this unreal chase</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because all I want is your lips on mine</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Touching mine, warming me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Electric current revive me </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because how long have I been dead for, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How long have I held my breath?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My rejected heart hath so long awaited</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Your so-long fated arrival.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Soon may I breathe sweet air again</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Soon may I see fire again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Simple color in the trees and grass.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Simple pleasure in progression.</span></div><br />
<Was listening to AFI interviews. I wrote down "uncalled for" because I'm the type of person to note any sort of idioms, phrases, vocabulary. And I just wrote this because I was listening to "Moment" by Aiden. I have much love for AFI and William Francis!>Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-70816832935170118412010-11-09T17:05:00.000-08:002010-11-09T17:05:50.893-08:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Who am I to turn your head?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I only walk to please my own.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Who are you to scream at me?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I only chase white rabbits.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Only I can determine my fate.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Only I can destroy myself.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Please me with your presence mere</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because really how long can we be here?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Talk to me of things surreal</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Speak of nothing that is real.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I lie in wait for gems to shine</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But when they appear there is no sign:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of love or hatred</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Only wishes dulled and dead.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of truth or evasion</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Simply fear and dread.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I do not understand fear of death</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Only pain and nonexistence. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Show me the wounds you bear</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And I’ll disintegrate them into air.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I miss your passion, strong and thorough,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Your eyes full of fiery wit.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">They always pierce me, leave me speechless,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Understand why you’ve been bit.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I do not hold this pain for me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I never cling to those insincere</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But please for my sake smile away</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because your apathy turns my hair gray.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><one of the many untitled. i write mainly on whim, because it literally means nothing if it's forced. although i will say deliberation in the form of topics and themes is great. i mean force as if you were in class and it was required and there was an aversion towards it></span></div>Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-36776440108357190442010-11-09T17:01:00.000-08:002010-11-09T19:33:54.632-08:0018 Years Already?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">There was no such thing as a painful thought.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">There were many ephemera that abounded without.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">I dreamt of days when I would become an adult.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Never could I wait for want of focused eyes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">But here I am, on the precipice.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">I cannot wait yet I dread a distant thought:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">That if I turn around, will I never reach my goal?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">But if I don’t, how can I make it on my own?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">It is a cold thing to say you love me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Because when I speak to you </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">You look at me with shame.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">I cannot gaze languidly into your eyes;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">They cannot hold mine anymore.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">I wish that you would tell me you loved me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">But you do and there’s only nostalgic sentiment</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Of shining days gone by.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">You miss those days where I was hanging on you.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">I miss them too.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">But how will you ever bring me back</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">If you feel the need to push me away?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">No longer can I appease your parental urges</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">No longer can they speak freely.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">You’ll wish I were never born </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Because all I do is give you pain.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">But it’s not pain I dole out.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Why don’t you see this love inside me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">That shrinks with your disapproving tone?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">I’m so tired of living on my own.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">There’s nothing so tormenting as loneliness,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Contemplating over immaterial trivialities.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Time and time again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">There is no ameliorating cessation</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">No hope for your desire to come rescue me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Your warmth to be rekindled.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Because what can be rescued isn’t worth salvaging:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">This poor, naïve, mutilated body that you cherished once.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">I repulse you, is that right?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">I disconcert you? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">What meaning is there in acknowledging a tortured soul?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">What lies ahead for this poor depraved girl?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Nothing and so you remain silent</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">As I tear vehemently from the heart out. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">What’s worth it to the soul set free?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Love and dignity; Integrity and resolve.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">So if you ever look upon me again,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Know: you cannot spurn your daughter </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">For want of beauty.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">…Because it’s right here. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 15.6pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Tiffany Liang November 6<sup>th</sup>, 2010 <span style="font-family: "Cyrillic", "serif"; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans Unicode";">ce,,jnf</span> 3 PM</span></div><div style="line-height: 15.6pt;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 15.6pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trajan Pro", "serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><I copy-pasted this from a document, so if the font gets published funny, that's why. I wrote this because there's nothing so crushing as rejection by the people who are close to you. And you can mentally interchange daughter with son or child, if it pleases you to do so.></span></span></div>Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-18404198423317271352010-11-09T16:57:00.000-08:002010-11-09T16:57:25.309-08:00IntroI'm going to say that most of my poetry bear no titles, so often there won't <em>be</em> titles. But I may decide to comment on my poetry after them; inspiration, things of ephemeric interest, etc. So far, I haven't got my poetry on me; only a few that are in my notebook, and in my documents. Others are on flash drive, 75% handwritten all the way back at home in New York. Please don't leave negative comments. Only constructive criticism. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and my poetry is meant to be taken however it occurs to you. My commentary only expresses my own.Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759269760089648716.post-68525194689345002642010-11-09T16:48:00.000-08:002010-11-09T16:48:43.501-08:00CommencementSo here is the first of all:<br />
I don't expect too much<br />
Nothing good comes of it<br />
I don't want to ruin myself <br />
And I never could understand.<br />
But here is where I'll begin anew <br />
And hopefully you will too.<br />
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<These arrow things will mean it's text and not poetry. I'm expecting my titles to either be poem titles or whatever I'm deciding to blog about.>Passionate Paradoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935742799539966526noreply@blogger.com0