We were not close
Though, in my mind,
Our hearts were firmly locked.
My fear of love,
And my fear of scorn,
A road between us,
Sorely worn.
You tread at first with confidence
Which soon became contempt.
And I winced, I groaned, I cried out
As you tried to climb my fence.
No one can get inside my heart.
Not even you in all you’d do
Could receive that recompense.
You must know that I longed to love,
You must know that I cared.
And at your battles end,
I grieved for you,
Just like a long lost friend.
With a guarded heart,
And a silent vow
Which never did make sense
I kept you out.
But honestly
You won me in the end
The words you spoke,
The words you wrote,
Etched so deeply in my head,
Carved so surely in my heart,
Captured me.
So set me free.
Please let me be.
If I’m no longer worth your while.
Cause, somehow the fence you tried to climb
Has become no longer mine.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
End of Old Poetry
Okay, so that's the end of the 'Old Poetry' for now.
I'm sure I'll find more of it stashed somewhere, have to keep it and end up copying it into here.
So the system stands, titles with an * beside them are 'old' those without are new.
The next one is brand new. I wrote it last Wednesday.
No more distractions, only poetry.
Love Always, Cole.
I'm sure I'll find more of it stashed somewhere, have to keep it and end up copying it into here.
So the system stands, titles with an * beside them are 'old' those without are new.
The next one is brand new. I wrote it last Wednesday.
No more distractions, only poetry.
Love Always, Cole.
*Memories...
It is a scene of simplicity and sweetness
Of excitement and youthful anticipation
Innocence, starry nights and kisses peaked at perfection
Nervous jitters, curiosity,
Wonder and bright eyes
Down home goodness-apple pies and innocence
Thrilling excitement equal to that of a virgin page;
Astounding, beautiful, just awaiting its possibilities.
Beauty in an untapped format gushing from the page,,
An unread book or a brand new chapter
Also nervousness and worry
The agitated twisting of hair and biting of lip;
She’s unsure.
A million outfits of changing shades;
On and off and on again;
Make-up wrong; hair-a disaster.
She tries so hard to make it right!
Yet still she’s thrilled with wonder;
“He chose me!”
The fiery eyes of her rival gleam with amazement
Pointing daggers at her back.
She hopes he doesn’t take her back.
The doorbells ringing echoes sharply;
All her stomach ties in knots,
Her father summons her presence to the door.
Worry; fear; anticipation; all is a jumble
Deep inside.
One last look within the mirror reveals the woman
Deep inside.
A fleeing thought now steals her senses,
“Will he kiss me late tonight?”
Blush quickly warms her cheeks,
Her heart betrays her, pounding passions,
Hopes only the future knows.
Down the stairs her feet soon take her,
And to the door in excitement she floats,
Then…
There he is.
He’s holding flowers,
One sweet lily and a rose;
He looks so nervous,
His feet are shifting,
His eyes flicker not knowing where to go.
He catches her eye and the sight transforms him.
His face breaks into an unbroken smile.
Her confidence soars.
“These are for you.”
He hands her the flowers,
And gingerly she takes them, holding them high.
The sweet scent lifts, tickling her senses.
A quiet “Thank you” falls from her lips.
“Mom, Dad,” she proudly announces,
“This is Robert.”
Robert looks shocked.
She feels slight confusion.
Her nervousness peaks,
Her throat feels constricted,
“What’s wrong Robert?”
She fights for composure.
“Grandma; I’m not Robert.”
He gently replies…
(Wrote while doing notes in Biology 12.)
Of excitement and youthful anticipation
Innocence, starry nights and kisses peaked at perfection
Nervous jitters, curiosity,
Wonder and bright eyes
Down home goodness-apple pies and innocence
Thrilling excitement equal to that of a virgin page;
Astounding, beautiful, just awaiting its possibilities.
Beauty in an untapped format gushing from the page,,
An unread book or a brand new chapter
Also nervousness and worry
The agitated twisting of hair and biting of lip;
She’s unsure.
A million outfits of changing shades;
On and off and on again;
Make-up wrong; hair-a disaster.
She tries so hard to make it right!
Yet still she’s thrilled with wonder;
“He chose me!”
The fiery eyes of her rival gleam with amazement
Pointing daggers at her back.
She hopes he doesn’t take her back.
The doorbells ringing echoes sharply;
All her stomach ties in knots,
Her father summons her presence to the door.
Worry; fear; anticipation; all is a jumble
Deep inside.
One last look within the mirror reveals the woman
Deep inside.
A fleeing thought now steals her senses,
“Will he kiss me late tonight?”
Blush quickly warms her cheeks,
Her heart betrays her, pounding passions,
Hopes only the future knows.
Down the stairs her feet soon take her,
And to the door in excitement she floats,
Then…
There he is.
He’s holding flowers,
One sweet lily and a rose;
He looks so nervous,
His feet are shifting,
His eyes flicker not knowing where to go.
He catches her eye and the sight transforms him.
His face breaks into an unbroken smile.
Her confidence soars.
“These are for you.”
He hands her the flowers,
And gingerly she takes them, holding them high.
The sweet scent lifts, tickling her senses.
A quiet “Thank you” falls from her lips.
“Mom, Dad,” she proudly announces,
“This is Robert.”
Robert looks shocked.
She feels slight confusion.
Her nervousness peaks,
Her throat feels constricted,
“What’s wrong Robert?”
She fights for composure.
“Grandma; I’m not Robert.”
He gently replies…
(Wrote while doing notes in Biology 12.)
*Descriptive Paragraphs:
These are not poems, they’re paragraphs, but I’m putting them here anyways.
The great hall of the Castle Catorwey was abuzz with excitement. Bright colourful banners of red, green and blue hung on the thick cold stonewall in a festive fashion. The castle maids were rushing hither and thither trying to get the tables and chairs set up for the great feast. A wondrous aroma of pine needles and cinnamon candy hung low over the room causing the spirits of those within to rise in joyful expectation. An orchestra was practicing in the far corner and sweet Christmas melodies could be heard across the room. A small knot of children hid under the branches of a large tree in the corner; quietly enjoying the sweet delicate taste of Christmas chocolate, totally oblivious to the clamour around them. Whirling snow fell outside the window and the Castle was finally at peace and free from worries of an argument world full of uncaring people.
Soldiers lay scattered like a deck of cards strewn across the land. Death hung heavy on the air and it’s foul smelling essence filled the hearts and minds of those still left in this cursed place. The sound of gunshots and dieing men filled the air and little hope was found amongst them. Hearts that were so filled with love and peacefulness were no ravaged with a deep consuming emptiness and the dread of facing tomorrow haunted their every thought. Through the havoc appeared a tall silent figure dressed in robes of nobility and dignity. He walked amongst the dead and dieing and comforted their pains with a simple touch of his strong firm hand. Friend and foe he comforted and told them of great peace. A peace they’d find through him in only they’d ask the way. Many asked and many received but others failed to see and died in the agony that the evil in their hearts wielded to so easily. Never experiencing that firm comforting touch.
Behind her lay a work of art, a total masterpiece. Mountains of great hard billowing rock. Deserts of great stretches of sand and cactus. Islands full of tropical fruit, palm trees and soft bodied cappuccino monkeys with loud screeching voices. Prairies of sweeping grass, flat in all directions, rocky ridges and eucalypts. Yes it definitely was a wonderful place, a place to enjoy and be happy with. But she’d wanted more. She’d wanted to find the edge of it all. She wanted to see what it was like to stand on the edge of the world; she wanted to see what was beyond her small corner of rough rock, hot desert and cool mountain breezes. Now she knew. There was nothing there. Nothing. Just deep dark nothingness and endless beyond. But the trip wasn’t a whole loss. She’d heard aboriginals deep mellow voices singing, had tasted the soft sensation of the papaya, smelt the cool fresh feeling of the rain forest after a cleansing shower of rain, and had felt the slippery back of a dolphin. She laughed as she realized the test she’d undergone had served it’s purpose. She’d learned to love the world around her and had learned a great deal about the beauty of a sunset and a winter’s day. The edge of the world was worth the trip but the world was worth the stay.
The moon was bright and the stars were shinning when I came unto the mercy of the darkness. It wasn’t choice or my will in any way that I should be stole away in an hour of such darkness. The darkness took me to a place where all my fears became real, and I ran from spiders, a great white snake and a thousand stinging eels. I ran and ran till breath had left me and I fell into a hole of swirling blackness. Turning round and round I find myself on a merry go round. I hear laughter, she turns her head of soft brown lock and I see her eyes, eyes I recognize. Deep, dark pools of brown, curious and wise. The child stops laughing and watches me, the screams a scream of unreal terror. I turn to see what hs frightened her and find myself lying under the gallows. I can taste blood in my mouth and my heart is beating rapidly. The crowd in screaming insults and I can feel them, taste them as though they were pinging me like hail. The executioner stands over me now and I can smell a repulsive vulgar scent, I have a feeling it’s death. All the while I can hear the little girl screaming in my head. Then through the darkness I remember something said to me once and my soul becomes quite still as the words echoing in my heart burst out of my mouth; I shall never leave you, nor forsake you. The darkness is shocked and I can tell he was not expecting this. “Out,” I yell, “Leave me now!” and to my great surprise he does. Away he slinks and I hear him hiss, “I had her Christ, she was mine, I thought we hand an agreement!” A great powerful voice that I will never forget replied, “we did Satan!” as the dark burst into flames of great consuming fire. Then the sun called me back to the land of beautifully wonderful Light.
Wrote for English class, November 28th, 2002.
The great hall of the Castle Catorwey was abuzz with excitement. Bright colourful banners of red, green and blue hung on the thick cold stonewall in a festive fashion. The castle maids were rushing hither and thither trying to get the tables and chairs set up for the great feast. A wondrous aroma of pine needles and cinnamon candy hung low over the room causing the spirits of those within to rise in joyful expectation. An orchestra was practicing in the far corner and sweet Christmas melodies could be heard across the room. A small knot of children hid under the branches of a large tree in the corner; quietly enjoying the sweet delicate taste of Christmas chocolate, totally oblivious to the clamour around them. Whirling snow fell outside the window and the Castle was finally at peace and free from worries of an argument world full of uncaring people.
Soldiers lay scattered like a deck of cards strewn across the land. Death hung heavy on the air and it’s foul smelling essence filled the hearts and minds of those still left in this cursed place. The sound of gunshots and dieing men filled the air and little hope was found amongst them. Hearts that were so filled with love and peacefulness were no ravaged with a deep consuming emptiness and the dread of facing tomorrow haunted their every thought. Through the havoc appeared a tall silent figure dressed in robes of nobility and dignity. He walked amongst the dead and dieing and comforted their pains with a simple touch of his strong firm hand. Friend and foe he comforted and told them of great peace. A peace they’d find through him in only they’d ask the way. Many asked and many received but others failed to see and died in the agony that the evil in their hearts wielded to so easily. Never experiencing that firm comforting touch.
Behind her lay a work of art, a total masterpiece. Mountains of great hard billowing rock. Deserts of great stretches of sand and cactus. Islands full of tropical fruit, palm trees and soft bodied cappuccino monkeys with loud screeching voices. Prairies of sweeping grass, flat in all directions, rocky ridges and eucalypts. Yes it definitely was a wonderful place, a place to enjoy and be happy with. But she’d wanted more. She’d wanted to find the edge of it all. She wanted to see what it was like to stand on the edge of the world; she wanted to see what was beyond her small corner of rough rock, hot desert and cool mountain breezes. Now she knew. There was nothing there. Nothing. Just deep dark nothingness and endless beyond. But the trip wasn’t a whole loss. She’d heard aboriginals deep mellow voices singing, had tasted the soft sensation of the papaya, smelt the cool fresh feeling of the rain forest after a cleansing shower of rain, and had felt the slippery back of a dolphin. She laughed as she realized the test she’d undergone had served it’s purpose. She’d learned to love the world around her and had learned a great deal about the beauty of a sunset and a winter’s day. The edge of the world was worth the trip but the world was worth the stay.
The moon was bright and the stars were shinning when I came unto the mercy of the darkness. It wasn’t choice or my will in any way that I should be stole away in an hour of such darkness. The darkness took me to a place where all my fears became real, and I ran from spiders, a great white snake and a thousand stinging eels. I ran and ran till breath had left me and I fell into a hole of swirling blackness. Turning round and round I find myself on a merry go round. I hear laughter, she turns her head of soft brown lock and I see her eyes, eyes I recognize. Deep, dark pools of brown, curious and wise. The child stops laughing and watches me, the screams a scream of unreal terror. I turn to see what hs frightened her and find myself lying under the gallows. I can taste blood in my mouth and my heart is beating rapidly. The crowd in screaming insults and I can feel them, taste them as though they were pinging me like hail. The executioner stands over me now and I can smell a repulsive vulgar scent, I have a feeling it’s death. All the while I can hear the little girl screaming in my head. Then through the darkness I remember something said to me once and my soul becomes quite still as the words echoing in my heart burst out of my mouth; I shall never leave you, nor forsake you. The darkness is shocked and I can tell he was not expecting this. “Out,” I yell, “Leave me now!” and to my great surprise he does. Away he slinks and I hear him hiss, “I had her Christ, she was mine, I thought we hand an agreement!” A great powerful voice that I will never forget replied, “we did Satan!” as the dark burst into flames of great consuming fire. Then the sun called me back to the land of beautifully wonderful Light.
Wrote for English class, November 28th, 2002.
*Questions
Questions of my hearts desire
Burned my soul like Holy Fire
I’d sought for answers, been turned away
Told to wait another day
But my heart can’t wait,
I cried out in all-consuming hate
Then, through the darkness I heard a sound
Come with me you will be crowned.
No more waiting shall you do.
All answers I shall give to you.
He was deceiving yet my foolish heart went.
It is a choice I now resent.
He led me through the gates of pain,
And gave me my fill of useless gain.
Yet my heart still ached and the relentless
Battle never grew any less.
Then a sword of light filled my darkness
And a man of shining glory filled with gracefulness
Came into my sight
His eyes proclaimed the end of my plight.
His greatness was indescribable
My joy beyond description
My groaning spirit sang
He’s broken my heavy chain
I fell to my knees as He smiled
Joyful tears fell as I sang like a child
His love pierced my heart
And on my soul He left His mark.
Burned my soul like Holy Fire
I’d sought for answers, been turned away
Told to wait another day
But my heart can’t wait,
I cried out in all-consuming hate
Then, through the darkness I heard a sound
Come with me you will be crowned.
No more waiting shall you do.
All answers I shall give to you.
He was deceiving yet my foolish heart went.
It is a choice I now resent.
He led me through the gates of pain,
And gave me my fill of useless gain.
Yet my heart still ached and the relentless
Battle never grew any less.
Then a sword of light filled my darkness
And a man of shining glory filled with gracefulness
Came into my sight
His eyes proclaimed the end of my plight.
His greatness was indescribable
My joy beyond description
My groaning spirit sang
He’s broken my heavy chain
I fell to my knees as He smiled
Joyful tears fell as I sang like a child
His love pierced my heart
And on my soul He left His mark.
*Fill Me
Holy Spirit come fill me
Come fill me with more of you
Let my heart overflow with you
Let my focus rest solely on you
I am Yours Lord,
Holy Spirit I give myself freely
Love me, Jesus
Teach me, Lord
I want more of You
. Come, Holy Spirit,
Come fill me
Make whole my soul
I want to dive deeper into you
Surround me with Your grace
Drown me in your faithful love
And resurrect me in Your Glory
You are Everything, Everything
The Sun and the Moon
Can’t ever compare to you
Come fill me with more of you
Let my heart overflow with you
Let my focus rest solely on you
I am Yours Lord,
Holy Spirit I give myself freely
Love me, Jesus
Teach me, Lord
I want more of You
. Come, Holy Spirit,
Come fill me
Make whole my soul
I want to dive deeper into you
Surround me with Your grace
Drown me in your faithful love
And resurrect me in Your Glory
You are Everything, Everything
The Sun and the Moon
Can’t ever compare to you
*The Land of the Forbidden
This road I travel
Narrow and twisted
Has led me to my destiny
I stand at a crossroad
One way is wide
The way easy going,
The other narrow and rocky
I know which way I’d like to go
It’s a path well travelled
It must be alright I reason,
But my heart yearns to follow
Curiosity and truth down the narrow path
A path of rocks and twisted ways.
My feet carry me forward
While I struggle at the cross road
And before my heart can argue
I step onto the wide path
My beloved road well traveled
Doom and horror haunt my every step
As I walk down the road well traveled
Hope has left my heart and I am full of regret
For letting my mind win over my heart
I wish I could go back to the cross road
I wish I could have avoided
The Land of the Forbidden
And taken the narrow road.
Narrow and twisted
Has led me to my destiny
I stand at a crossroad
One way is wide
The way easy going,
The other narrow and rocky
I know which way I’d like to go
It’s a path well travelled
It must be alright I reason,
But my heart yearns to follow
Curiosity and truth down the narrow path
A path of rocks and twisted ways.
My feet carry me forward
While I struggle at the cross road
And before my heart can argue
I step onto the wide path
My beloved road well traveled
Doom and horror haunt my every step
As I walk down the road well traveled
Hope has left my heart and I am full of regret
For letting my mind win over my heart
I wish I could go back to the cross road
I wish I could have avoided
The Land of the Forbidden
And taken the narrow road.
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