[poetry] Raindrops

((This is haiku-styled. Simple, elegant, and emotion-filled.))

Raindrops all around
Perfect image of my soul:
Sorrow, pain and fear.

[poetry] Dark Prison

((While not my first dark poem, this is the first that I feel safe posting without anyone sending me to a psychiatrist for counseling.))

The air is still and raw,
And yet untold horrors gnaw
Away the broken mask of happiness,
Planting doubt, reaping sadness.

She views the world through tinted lenses,
Dark whispers and murmurs blind her senses.
But the darkness was but an illusion;
The black thoughts, the Devil's intrusion.

So she sits in the dark prison
Of her own mind, her own creation.
When will she wake from this nightmare of pain?
Or is this doorless chamber forever her fate?

[poetry] Freedom

((I consider this one of my best poems; because it was not written when I was consumed by emotions.

It follows a simple structure, each line rhyming with the next. It very much takes on the style of free verse, with exception of the rhymes!))

The freedom to be me
Not who you want me to be
To be the girl behind the mask
To cast off my protective husk
To write and write, all day and night
Without bounds or thoughts of wrong and right
The world may stare
For all I care
They might cast me out
Like some IMH inpatient, without a doubt
But I shall laugh and cry
As the world rolls by
And nobody will ever know why...

[poetry] Time Stops Still

((I think this is my first love poem. Written from the point of view of an innocent schoolgirl, fresh in love. Which was what I was, when I wrote this.

Rhyming couplets again.))

Monday morning, the lecturer drones through his course
I doodle on my notes, eyes drooping against my will
Suddenly you turn, and my eyes meet yours
I start to blush as time stops still

I gaze amazed at the frozen frame
Your bleary eyes, your half smile
Gently I whisper into the quiet your name
Wishing this would last for more than a while

The magic fades, you turn away
I hide my sorrow as reality floods back
I wish we could have stayed that way
'Cause a world without you is a world turned black

The bell announces the lesson's end
I leave as the corridor starts to fill
On my shoulder I suddenly feel your hand
I turn around; there you are, and time stops still...

Please you smile for me now and always
Stay by me and light up all my days...

[poetry] The Diary

((Another emotional poem. This one was for a friend who was going overseas to study.

Notice the rhyming couplet at the end.

Note too the almost-equal metre for each line. I never managed to get that right.))

Turning the pages of a long forgotten diary,
Re-painting in my mind memories lost and broken.
Stopping at a fresh page, blank and empty,
I pick up my pen to craft a story unspoken.

How many summers since we first met?
How many winters has your smile warmed?
Each moment together, happy and sad, sunny and wet,
Kept chronicled in this book, the memories we've formed.

But flowers were meant to wilt someday,
And snowflakes meant to melt.
Just as birds in winger fly away,
You weren't meant to stay.

If the ending were mine to say,
I would cling to you and never let go.
But who are we but characters of a play,
On stage, waiting for events to unfold.

I end my entry with a trembling hand,
And close the diary upon tear-smudged ink.
Here is where our story ends;
Words fail me as I raise my hand and think:

"Farewell, fair friend, it is not as bad as it seems;
We will meet again in the fabled land of dreams."

[poetry] I will always be there for you

((Someone once told me that my poetry was straightforward and honest. This is the best example of that phenomenon.

It is not obvious, but this is the first of a series of poems that I will write, that partially follow the sonnet structure: 14 lines, with 3 sets of 4 lines following a certain rhyme scheme, and ending with a rhyming couplet. I did not know it then, but I would eventually become obsessed with rhyming couplets.

Again, this poem is 3 years old.))

When you are lost and feeling lonely
Like the world has given up on you
Fret not, I will never think of you lowly
I'll be with you as you start each day anew

When the sun shines bright upon your path
And a smile is lit up on your face
I'll be there to share your joy and laugh
To run with you and finish the race

When you just feel like giving in
And wishing for the day to end
I will be there to cheer you on
Help you back on your feet to stand

And I will always be there for you
Through the good times and the bad ones too

[poetry] Last Goodbye

((My first attempt at spontaneous inspirational writing. This was almost 3 years ago. How my writing has evolved from then!))

That day you left I died inside.

"Goodbye," you said. "Goodbye."
The word echoes still in my head.
It seemed so full of promise and truth,
That we would be together again.

At that time you were smiling,
And so was I.
But beneath my smile were hidden tears.
I wonder if you felt the same too?

I boarded my train,
You boarded yours.
As the trains embarked on their journeys,
I watched as your face faded to naught.

Months later I'm back here
To this place where we parted.
Your grin is still silhouetted in the shadows.
Your scent dances on the breeze.

All pretense fades; I cannot hold back,
A crystal dissolves the dust, then two.
I whisper in the wind, that it might reach your ears,
"We will not meet again; this will be my last goodbye."