In The Other Hours...: October 2010

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Reality

I'm not sure, just how to pen this...
Not sure where to begin...

My whole life I've been two steps aside...
Born to not fit in...

And it's not really that I mind it...
It's just I can't seem to understand...

How so many, see so differently...
Living in a world of their own brand...

Maybe I just feel more, but, tell me...
At what point did love become, unmoving?

Maybe I just hurt more, but, really...
When did others pain become, amusing?

Which step was it, that was taken...
That made every thought process change...

That to show kindness to a stranger...
Would be looked down upon as strange...

I'm not sure, just how to pen this...
But, my heart is heavy this day...

For so many see the darker side...
Only to turn...and look away.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Biscayne Drive

There's a phone ringing in a house, that won't be answered...
There's a rocker outside, that won't be sat on again....

Here's a letter to you, that I should have written sooner...
Instead, there's salt water mixed with the ink from my pen....

There's a dusty path here, never again we'll walk on...
For now you'll dance and run and skip on streets of gold...

A place where your body, never again, shall betray you...
A land in which, all who live, will not grow old...

Years from now, from my mouth, your name will be spoken...
All our memories, with my life, shall live on...

I hope to be, someone, you always could be proud of...
A life from which, great integrity is drawn...

I don't know, if I ever told you, the things that really mattered...
But, somehow, the unspoken words, I think you knew...

Your fingerprints upon my life, will diminish...never.
My always friend...Ella Mae...Mazie...
I shall miss you...

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Eclipse

Another day......
Another month and year....
Time moves on...
But, I'm still here.

In this place so familiar....
I could see it blind....
There's nothing here...
But, frozen time.

I've watched them come.....
I've watched them go....
Took their last breath...
I didn't know.

Cause they were there.....
And I was here....
A different place in time...
So far, yet near...

An interchanging course...
Who's paths never cross...
Except for brief moments...
To recognize the loss....

Another second...
Another hour...
The clock is crystal clear...
Time moves on...it always does
And always, I'm still here.

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say...

I have been writing ever since I was very young though my writing style has changed a bit over the years.
In the words of another great writer "poetry has not been a purpose for me but, a passion."

The pieces I've written have come to me whenever and wherever they deem fit. Many of my poems were originally composed on scrap pieces of paper, napkins, the back of receipts, wherever I could find a place to write down what was in my head at that moment. Sometimes late at night when I couldn't sleep because those words were spinning around in my head...

Most of my work may have what some would consider a "dark" tinge to it, however, please do not mistake me with the "Let the world end, life holds no purpose" writers as that is not who I am.

That being said, my writing comes easiest to me when I honestly "feel" it, and most of the intense feelings I have dealt with, tend to deal with the more complicated things in life; that is why you will most likely never see a poem written by me about rainbows, butterflies and flowers....but, I'll never say never because perhaps, someday I'll be inspired to do so :)

With my poetry, I've felt every word I've ever written... every last syllable was drawn out from an emotion I felt until there was nothing left to take. Each one is tied to a memory that, to this day, even a poem I wrote years and years ago...I can read it and remember that moment and that feeling. My writing comes from a place of honesty that is sometimes painful for me to admit to; difficult to embrace.

Still, I find it necessary to not only face it but, to welcome it...because it has helped me to grow up; to see a side of things and life that maybe I'm not as comfortable with and I feel I'm a better person for it.
I have lived a lot of life at the age of 23 now, some unfortunate circumstances have brought me to where I am but, if I could change one thing, I would not, because I wouldn't be who I am or where I am without those things pushing me to get here.

One of my favorite quotes is by Natalie Babbit, she said "You don't have to live forever, you just have to live" and that is what I try to do.

I enjoy writing some in French and Latin. Some of the titles and some of the poems here may contain some lines of French or Latin in them.

I often enjoy writing in a confined element such as sonnets, villanelles and triolets. Many people do not use these forms of writing anymore but, I still enjoy them.

I also enjoy painting and drawing when I get the time to do it and I have combined certain pieces of my art with certain poems here.

In compiling my work here, it is my hope and desire, that if nothing else, some piece of my writing will reach out and touch at least one person in the way that so many other writers have done for me.

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