Poetry

Was reading some blogs when I cam accross this one randomly, A lil more 4 dreaming and I noticed that there was some really good poetry that lass had written. Went through my files and took out some poetry that I had written a while ago .

The First one is my first ever poetry that really came from the heart. I did something that I thought wasnt right, or rather didnt do something that I should have done. One long and hard tuesday night, nothing I could do to help anyone on that day, but I should have. It is another day that I have made myself rember, the 19th of July 2005, a day that from now on , I will force myself to value my friends and my family and everything they do for me. I call this one "Guilty"

Guilty

When they call the roll in the Senate,

the Senators do not know

whether to answer 'Present' or 'Not guilty'

When they call an accused name in court,

thier lawyers tell them if to awnser "Guilty" or "Not Guilty"

When the lord calls on the last day

We will all think if to plead "Guilty" or "Not Guilty"

But everytime i see my friend,

Im sure I will feel so very guilty.

You needed sound

something that would help you drift,

But all i gave was silence

Its a little bit off the leftovers from my adolescence.

You did so much for me,

I would say let it be,

but you would push until i said it all

and put me in an everlasting enthral.

I can never thank you enough for that

But i havnt done enough to prove that

either to you or to me

I'm Sorry....I plead guilty

The second one I call "Feel Like Running Away", I wrote this one evening when everything I did seem to go against me, and if it didnt go against me, I had people who would make it work against me. That is a day I can never forget, the 21st of July 2005.

Feel Like Running Away

When I wake up in the morning

And the hardest thing is breathing

And in my head, my life I'm watching

The past, present and future all scrambling

Where it hurts to see the past snagging

The present is only smelting

And the future looks reprimanding.

It hurts to see how my life is shaping,

It hurts to see how near and dear

Can hurt themselves without even knowing

And all I do is shed a tear

I would say how I feel about it all

But all that will do will create a big fall

And I would only be misunderstood.

I feel so helpless, so miserable

I try to show people that they are special

Because they are, I've solved that puzzle

But why is life so brutal?

Everything so dismal?

I feel like running away

Pull my car along a speedway

Leave my world behind

But what do I need to find?

I will never know until I go

And look in the shallow

They say soon comes doomday

I don't know, I just want to run away!

I have not really written to much more interesting stuff after that, some of it I woudlnt like to share. But overall , poetry is something that fasicnates me. Theres a lot of people that write good poetry, my only wish is that I get access to all those lines and rhymes written , some on paper, some on leaf..some put on a weblog, all those that are forever hidden inside the heart.......

Like Edith Sitwell said , "Poetry is the deification of reality."