So I wrote more poetry, again for a creative writing class. A Petrarchan sonnet and two ballads. Don’t ask me why two ballads, that form just flows best for me. Either way, here they are. Feel free to talk to me about them!
Shame stalks me like a wolf hunting its prey,
A plague not of the flesh but of the mind.
Searching for relief, but none can I find,
Can’t escape this torment, can’t get away.
Two paths I can take… from which do I stray?
I dance between them; I can’t be confined.
It’s either or, I have to turn a blind
Eye to whatever waits the other way.
Beauty is in each. I cannot pretend
I don’t desire at once to travel both.
Joy, peace, and contentment are what I seek.
Without them wholly, guilt my mind does rend
And to give a future up I would loathe.
If I succeed, my fate will not be bleak.
Are You There?
Lean on You is what they all say,
But I don’t feel You there.
A neon sign that’s flashing fast
Will have to show me where.
I feel that I’ve forgotten You
And who You were to me.
I hear Your name, it’s not the same
Without You here to see.
I want so bad to hear from You,
But You don’t even try
To save me from this turbulence
That makes me want to cry.
My eyes have nothing left to spill
Yet endless reasons to.
My tank is low, I’m spinning out,
But I will make it through.
A part of me I keep inside
Is clawing its way out.
But turn to You I cannot do
You just fill me with doubt.
What can I do to mend my soul
With broken hands alone?
I look at You, just sitting there
Upon your golden throne.
I’m lying when I worship You
But hate You I do not.
I’m calling out with all of me,
I hope it’s not for naught.
I wish this shit was easier,
But then ‘twould not be real.
I’m sorry if I’ve angered them,
But that’s just how I feel.
What You Fail to See
A twinkle in your eye
That glistens in the sun
Is only one of many reasons
That shows me you’re the one.
That crinkle in your nose
For every time you snort,
The way you look me in the eye
When I dare call you short.
Your strands of hair that won’t stay down
No matter how you try
To plaster them upon your scalp
And leave you asking, “Why?!”
You always cringe when I say “moist;”
It’s not that big a deal!
But when you punch me in the arm
I say that I don’t feel.
Your perfect lips that grimace when
You see a man done wrong
Remind me daily of why I love you:
Your gorgeous soul is strong.
You do not need me, that’s a fact
But I can’t say the same.
I’ve lost all will to be alone
And you’re the one to blame.
There’s so much more that I could say;
I’d love to write a book
Of everything I see in you
That you’d see if you’d look.