Two and a half more?
Two new poems, one inspired by the song "Calming Island" (Kevin Kern) , and the other is "Song From A Secret Garden" (David Agnew/John Tate?) respectively. I think that for those who read these, they might find some kind of polar opposite. The third one, isn't a poem, and yet it is, I think...I suppose it's more of a narative on how I view people.
"Appreciation"
Thanks
for all
the things you've done for me,
the seen
and
unseen.
I just
wish that I knew
how to repay you with the kindness you gave me.
Long days have passed me by with that very question.
What
an agonizing task with such a noble dream.
To
show you
that I care. Maybe some flowers will do,
Hmm?
I can't
just pick
a star or a moon
to put in your pocket
so that you have something to
tell you
how much
you mean to me.
So, I will stick around
even after I have found a way.
Thank you.
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"Waiting"
Where did you go?
You know,
I wait'd for you. You just left without
a trace.
That candle that I lit
for you is not there.
The window I left is bare.
You said I'd see you soon,
but you never came.
First I thought I was to blame.
I began to recall our summer days,
how young we were during that tender age.
Did the flower we grew
fade to dust and not bloom?
Well, I'm not sure if you even see that spot
where I paced before I left.
For many moons, I thought
"He will show up soon."
My tarrying was all for naught.
I began to recall our summer days
(and winter months),
how young we were during that tender age.
(Our youth did wane.)
Did the flower we grew
fade to dust and not bloom?
As I head off,
I turn, looking back with tears,
seeing that decaying sight,
I'm somehow remind'd of
the tale of Midas.
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day 1
wether: dark and kloudy
my chest hurts. there's red ink kuming from were it hurts. im sad and lonely. it's going to rain. how did i get here?
day 2
wether: dark and kloudy again
i wen esploring. i found dead bodies and bad smels. lots of it. theyre layin on t grund. ther eys is lookn at me. sum of dier hands is out, almos like dey wan me to tak their hand. ther moufs moov. sum moufs say help you, sum say hurt you. i dun get it.sum also say help me.
day 3
wether: rainening with sum light
it's stil dark, but theres a lil light. sum of these bodies looks relli familyar.
day 4
wether: same
I kno some of these bodies now. they were people i knew. but how did dey di?
day 5
weather: same
The ones dat said 'help me'...i feel guilt. The hurt me ones make me feel unsafe. I feel better with sum of the help you ones. I feel safe.
day 6
weather: rain is gone
one of the help yous is crying. i went over to him. i felt sad. what could have made him cry? he doesn't look like the type to. now, he says "family" and points to me.
another one of the help-yous says family, too. if i knew any better, he would be my brother.
day 7
weather: still dark
I put sumthing over my chest to stop the leaking. the first help-you to call me family smiled. it was odd. i felt disappointment coming from this one, and betrayel, yet it means...i duno, forgiveness? he still points to me and says "family". it makes me cry. he must have really loved this person, and i feel sad but i dun know why. the second help-you said 'crows-nest" and 'play together". wut does that mean?
day 8
weather: still dark
my hed hurts. I'm shocked i'm still here. I keep seeing things in my hed. people coming, they die. sumone stabbed and slashed at them. i'm the only one alife. the one that i would call my brother smiled at me today. he said he misses me. I feel guilt, but where is it coming from...?
the one that still says family, he looks like he could move, like he could go away, but he cant. is he stuck here? is he waiting for someone? that person should be really lucky; he looks like his payshence is about to give way..he can't hold on that much longer, but he doesn't want to leav quite yet. man, that one must be lucky to have him as family. why are they doing this to him?
Day nine
Weather: A little lighter.
sometimes, i wish i had died with these people. its miserable here. I drag Family and Crow's-Nest over to me and curl up between them. They're warm.
Bits and pieces come. Help-mes were waiting for someone to help them, but that person failed them. They say "She was scared, paranoid". What could that mean? Just a stab to the heart.
The Hurt-Yous were the ones this girl knew would hurt her. They're the most decapitated. Just one hand, a head, and lots of blood remain in a group. The other refuse is spread out. She must have hated them, and by the look of things, there was a multitude of them.
The Help-yous were people that this girl cherished, but from the things I got from the visions and the Help-mes, she killed them. They're like the Help-mes with the whole stabbed in the heart thing. Their faces are tear-stained, more or less.
She must have been through a lot of shit that left her emotionally stunted, or something like that.
Crow's-Nest now points to me and says "Knife" or "You did it".. What the hell? I'm pretty sure I would've remembered what I did, but with the black-outs and memory gaps, it's hard to tell. More disturbing visions come to me.
I wonder if there's any food in this jungle that's edible. I'm starting and thirsty. My head hurts more, and the gash in my chest is starting to ooze with pus and blood. It might rot. Oh, well, it hurts to move, and maybe someone will find me. That's the best thing to do if you get lost, isn't it?
Day ten, last day, so it feels..
Weather: It's getting foggy..hazy...peaceful..the sun's coming up
Crow's-Nest pointed to my pocket. I pulled out a knife, and it all came to me so clearly now. My enemies chased me all the way here. I had no where else to go. I killed them with my own bare hands..but it didn't leave me without a nick. That explains the injury. It's funny how it just happens to be right in the center of my heart. They got smarter, though, because I now feel other wounds. I must've fell into some traps...Need I explain who they are?
I was scared after that, and so afraid....like someone else was going to attack me at any moment. I kept moving after a while. There were some other people who needed my help, but I passed them by. I felt like they were going to hurt me if I helped them, so what was the point? Those were the Help-Mes.
The tear-stained ones are the Help-Yous. They were hurt the most, I think..we were fine together, but fear took a hold of me.
...Particulary Crow's-Nest and Family...Crow's-Nest was my younger brother, but he looked out for me a lot. We used to play all kinds of games. When he said he missed me, well...I can't figure that out on my own, and it must be too late...I'm already feeling sleepy.
Family was....he was a lot of things to me. He helped me, he inspired me, he even spoiled me....he was right with me when I needed him for anything, which was comforting, yet frightening. I hadn't expected anyone to do that, but I was expecting things to sour. I thought he was like the others that laid traps for me. I kept waiting and watching, watching and waiting...but he didn't leave me. He did the very opposite. Isn't it funny how life can be such a bitch sometimes? 'Specially when you hurt those you love most because fear clouds your mind, and you can't see anyone or anything...all you can think of is how to protect yourself....
I'm sorry, you guys...you two most of all...now I see them crying...I wonder what they're saying...it's hard to tell...just let me rest, okay? I need to sleep........
"Appreciation"
Thanks
for all
the things you've done for me,
the seen
and
unseen.
I just
wish that I knew
how to repay you with the kindness you gave me.
Long days have passed me by with that very question.
What
an agonizing task with such a noble dream.
To
show you
that I care. Maybe some flowers will do,
Hmm?
I can't
just pick
a star or a moon
to put in your pocket
so that you have something to
tell you
how much
you mean to me.
So, I will stick around
even after I have found a way.
Thank you.
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"Waiting"
Where did you go?
You know,
I wait'd for you. You just left without
a trace.
That candle that I lit
for you is not there.
The window I left is bare.
You said I'd see you soon,
but you never came.
First I thought I was to blame.
I began to recall our summer days,
how young we were during that tender age.
Did the flower we grew
fade to dust and not bloom?
Well, I'm not sure if you even see that spot
where I paced before I left.
For many moons, I thought
"He will show up soon."
My tarrying was all for naught.
I began to recall our summer days
(and winter months),
how young we were during that tender age.
(Our youth did wane.)
Did the flower we grew
fade to dust and not bloom?
As I head off,
I turn, looking back with tears,
seeing that decaying sight,
I'm somehow remind'd of
the tale of Midas.
------------------------------------------------------
day 1
wether: dark and kloudy
my chest hurts. there's red ink kuming from were it hurts. im sad and lonely. it's going to rain. how did i get here?
day 2
wether: dark and kloudy again
i wen esploring. i found dead bodies and bad smels. lots of it. theyre layin on t grund. ther eys is lookn at me. sum of dier hands is out, almos like dey wan me to tak their hand. ther moufs moov. sum moufs say help you, sum say hurt you. i dun get it.sum also say help me.
day 3
wether: rainening with sum light
it's stil dark, but theres a lil light. sum of these bodies looks relli familyar.
day 4
wether: same
I kno some of these bodies now. they were people i knew. but how did dey di?
day 5
weather: same
The ones dat said 'help me'...i feel guilt. The hurt me ones make me feel unsafe. I feel better with sum of the help you ones. I feel safe.
day 6
weather: rain is gone
one of the help yous is crying. i went over to him. i felt sad. what could have made him cry? he doesn't look like the type to. now, he says "family" and points to me.
another one of the help-yous says family, too. if i knew any better, he would be my brother.
day 7
weather: still dark
I put sumthing over my chest to stop the leaking. the first help-you to call me family smiled. it was odd. i felt disappointment coming from this one, and betrayel, yet it means...i duno, forgiveness? he still points to me and says "family". it makes me cry. he must have really loved this person, and i feel sad but i dun know why. the second help-you said 'crows-nest" and 'play together". wut does that mean?
day 8
weather: still dark
my hed hurts. I'm shocked i'm still here. I keep seeing things in my hed. people coming, they die. sumone stabbed and slashed at them. i'm the only one alife. the one that i would call my brother smiled at me today. he said he misses me. I feel guilt, but where is it coming from...?
the one that still says family, he looks like he could move, like he could go away, but he cant. is he stuck here? is he waiting for someone? that person should be really lucky; he looks like his payshence is about to give way..he can't hold on that much longer, but he doesn't want to leav quite yet. man, that one must be lucky to have him as family. why are they doing this to him?
Day nine
Weather: A little lighter.
sometimes, i wish i had died with these people. its miserable here. I drag Family and Crow's-Nest over to me and curl up between them. They're warm.
Bits and pieces come. Help-mes were waiting for someone to help them, but that person failed them. They say "She was scared, paranoid". What could that mean? Just a stab to the heart.
The Hurt-Yous were the ones this girl knew would hurt her. They're the most decapitated. Just one hand, a head, and lots of blood remain in a group. The other refuse is spread out. She must have hated them, and by the look of things, there was a multitude of them.
The Help-yous were people that this girl cherished, but from the things I got from the visions and the Help-mes, she killed them. They're like the Help-mes with the whole stabbed in the heart thing. Their faces are tear-stained, more or less.
She must have been through a lot of shit that left her emotionally stunted, or something like that.
Crow's-Nest now points to me and says "Knife" or "You did it".. What the hell? I'm pretty sure I would've remembered what I did, but with the black-outs and memory gaps, it's hard to tell. More disturbing visions come to me.
I wonder if there's any food in this jungle that's edible. I'm starting and thirsty. My head hurts more, and the gash in my chest is starting to ooze with pus and blood. It might rot. Oh, well, it hurts to move, and maybe someone will find me. That's the best thing to do if you get lost, isn't it?
Day ten, last day, so it feels..
Weather: It's getting foggy..hazy...peaceful..the sun's coming up
Crow's-Nest pointed to my pocket. I pulled out a knife, and it all came to me so clearly now. My enemies chased me all the way here. I had no where else to go. I killed them with my own bare hands..but it didn't leave me without a nick. That explains the injury. It's funny how it just happens to be right in the center of my heart. They got smarter, though, because I now feel other wounds. I must've fell into some traps...Need I explain who they are?
I was scared after that, and so afraid....like someone else was going to attack me at any moment. I kept moving after a while. There were some other people who needed my help, but I passed them by. I felt like they were going to hurt me if I helped them, so what was the point? Those were the Help-Mes.
The tear-stained ones are the Help-Yous. They were hurt the most, I think..we were fine together, but fear took a hold of me.
...Particulary Crow's-Nest and Family...Crow's-Nest was my younger brother, but he looked out for me a lot. We used to play all kinds of games. When he said he missed me, well...I can't figure that out on my own, and it must be too late...I'm already feeling sleepy.
Family was....he was a lot of things to me. He helped me, he inspired me, he even spoiled me....he was right with me when I needed him for anything, which was comforting, yet frightening. I hadn't expected anyone to do that, but I was expecting things to sour. I thought he was like the others that laid traps for me. I kept waiting and watching, watching and waiting...but he didn't leave me. He did the very opposite. Isn't it funny how life can be such a bitch sometimes? 'Specially when you hurt those you love most because fear clouds your mind, and you can't see anyone or anything...all you can think of is how to protect yourself....
I'm sorry, you guys...you two most of all...now I see them crying...I wonder what they're saying...it's hard to tell...just let me rest, okay? I need to sleep........
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