Thursday, October 27, 2011

The Doctor

A poem in the point of view of The Doctor...
The Doctor

The last one of the species,
I'm lost in time and space,
No one like me anymore,
I'm alone from this day on,

I escape the evil,
renew the hope,
just another day,
with my blue box,

I meet fascinating people,
everywhere I go,
yet my joy in life, will never,
be true, without my rose blossom,

She was the sun in my sky,
the light in the void,
I was truly free,
when I saw her smile,

I saved her life,
oh so many times,
but never enough,
yet knowing she's alive,
is what keeps my soul from bursting,

How I loved her so,
never could I see,
until it was too late,
I burned up a star,
Now she's away,

How does one live on,
flying over empires,
always only me,
and my blue box.

If ever could I fall in love,
or even settle down,
would life still be worthwhile,
knowing she's not around?

I was born to travel,
anywhere, at any time.
Yet my friend dwells only,
where I cannot ever go,

My only true companion now,
will keep my hearts from breaking,
with smooth, blue skin,
she keeps me flying,
onward to Serenity.

~10/19/11~

Flying Fall

This was a poem I wrote in observation.

Flying Fall

When life was given,
the love was taken,
strong hearts were torn apart.

the rain was the sorrow,
like the drops of blood,
flowing from veins,

Nobody could ever know,
even trying to understand,
appears insulting,
nobody ever cared,
the hate and heartbreak,
filling my mind.

The love in life was
sucked away like a vacuum.
so giving more would be,
self-inflicting pain,

why try,
when it's easier to fail,
being born to fail,
that's what I was.

how can hope still surround,
her faith in me,
her love, a miracle,
it's all I need.

~9/26/11~

Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Love, Hate and Loss

When I first started 9th grade, it was really lonely. I was still recovering from loosing my dog, and now I had no classes with my friends. Luckily, I am doing a lot better now. Happier and such. Here it is:

The Love, Hate, and Loss


Make a mistake,
I notice well,
my voice says:
dumass, bitch, moron.
I know they're a lie.

The world still sees the soul,
hidden behind the bitch,
the filth, the evil,
even I know that's me,

the world turns grey,
all through my eyes,
I see the evil pain,
flying off me in rays,

but to admit defeat,
is to renew the loss,
so a bottle of tears,
remains in my pocket,

how do they see past?
cruelty and truths spoken,
the world sees the soul,
and I've yet to smell the petal.

Confess a mistake,
strength shall enter the mind,
yet instead filth refills,
and demons drag you down,

they make me stab you,
how unfair and evil,
though I toss the knife,
a pencil appears.

How shall I continue,
the long walk of humanity,
when to bear their obsessions,
drives me to hate,

is this evil real,
does the pain ever end,
when I continuously,
always have to stand up again,

Love and hate,
fill my heart,
mistakes like blades,
saw away my hope,

the black heart,
with hate for human evil,
carries the burden,
and blessing, of love.

~ 9/22/11~

Doubt

This poem Doubt is a bit old.. I've done terrible at keeping up my blog lately... sorry! :(
I wrote it while having the idea of making it into a song someday... So, it has a slightly different style than my normal poems. If I did write it into a song, it may be in a slightly different order too. Anyway, here it is:

Doubt

Loneliness, I was sure it was gone.
drop by drop it flows to me yet.
I'm driven only by hope now

Hopelessly, however distant or close,
I will always love you,
and it drains the life out of me,

Hopelessly, no matter what I do,
I'll always care for you,

but hopelessly,
I'll always care for you,
and just remember your potential,
and just knowing you're around,

to never be there for me,
never ever care for me,
it makes me wanna crack.

And despite the ache,
and all the loving friends,
my secret's stay inside enduringly,
my face never showing any fear,

with my head held high,
my mind stone strong,
my soul weeps continuously,
without acknowledgement,
I loose faith,

steadily I give up,
lack of patience,
lack of optimism,

feeds the failure,
every time I fall,
now pick me up.

9-14-11