Random poem, thought I should post seen as it's been a while =]
Stupid heart shaped Ice cubes
Its a constant thought
A just in case
But when life hands you signs
The ones you dont want
So you ignore them
And the heart shaped ice cubes you’ve just broken
In two
Are forgotten.
SEND ME A SIGN!!! *cough* please!
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I dare you
Go on, I dare you
The skies threatened rain
I dared them
Stared at their thick grey eyes
Narrowed
The road stretched on
Alike the world above me
Endless
One after another after another
The skies grew tired of my torments
It wasn’t worth it.
x
From one cloud to...a human?
Slight change of blog today :) Here is the response to the letter written in my 'sister blog' www.poemkid.blogspot.com Her post is entitled 'Clouds......' and was written after some rather random thought :D Her letter was to a cloud, whereas this letter is from a cloud. It would make more sense if you read hers first soooo go check out her blog!
The sky (day or night)
Around planet earth
05/04/2009
Dear Evelyn,
Thank you for your questions, I would love to answer them. It gives me something to do as it can sometimes get so boring up here.
We are so high in the sky because we need to see exactly where we are and where we are heading. If you don’t know where you are, how can you say where you have been? Sometimes we get confused and need to stop, like the traffic does in front of the flashy lights to take a moment and enjoy the time we have. But sometimes we don’t all want to stop and we tear cleanly apart, it does not hurt. We don’t feel pain. My other half is somewhere else; I will search for here until the earth stops. We wouldn’t need to go near the ground, so I wouldn’t know if we would crash into the hills. I would have thought it would be a soft landing though – wouldn’t you think?
I wonder what it would be like to come down and talk to you, which is why I am so happy to get a letter. I people watch a lot, I see a lot up here. I wonder why you do the things you do, they don’t always make sense but I guess we all need to make mistakes. I don’t see the future I only see what is in front of me. I see everything, the good and the bad. I see the wars and chaos, but I also see the help and the concern and the ways people go out of their way to make sure everything is ok and that you live in a better place. It makes me cry, so happy do I feel when I see such goodness and happiness and excitement. I am glad I am not human though, at least as a cloud I cannot make any mistakes.
I do not feel the cold, o if I do I don’t notice. The changes are so slow up here I barely notice anything. I don’t know what happened to my mummy cloud – or if I ever had one. I sort of just…appeared from no-where. But if I could have a mummy cloud like you have your parents, I would be rosy pink with love.
I talk a lot, we tell each other about what we have seen. The things you do, the things that might happen. We get angry sometimes, deception happens here as well and we crash and yell at each other. We cry when we get frustrated and we scream when we don’t know what to say anymore. When we stop arguing, everything looks ok again and we join together to make a bigger cloud. Does that explain why I am so big?
We all feel different. Its hard to explain, one day you will have to come up and find out for yourself, I will find a way for you. When you cry, you tend to go a bit red or pink and when you are ill or sick you go grey or white, when we cry we do the same. When we are black we are so full of emotion we don’t know what to do, when we are slightly upset we only hint at grey. It depends. We don’t die; we live on and on, until we no longer exist. I don’t know what happens then. I know as much about it as you do death.
I cannot see heaven, I can see light. Lots of pearly white light but no more. I only see earth on one side and darkness of space on the other so the edge of the universe is beyond me. I cannot say. Angels come to visit and watch with us though. They are beautiful, created from the goodness you peoples hearts these angels are. Their wings help them walk; they feel so gentle with voices that would melt your heart. It makes me cry to listen to them. They are graceful and serene but can get frustrated like us as well. They are the thunder to our lightning.
I cannot see the universe; I can only see the edges of your world. I hope that one day when I disappear I can see the outside of everything and know all of the answers to the questions I have left.
Yours faithfully,
Around planet earth
05/04/2009
Dear Evelyn,
Thank you for your questions, I would love to answer them. It gives me something to do as it can sometimes get so boring up here.
We are so high in the sky because we need to see exactly where we are and where we are heading. If you don’t know where you are, how can you say where you have been? Sometimes we get confused and need to stop, like the traffic does in front of the flashy lights to take a moment and enjoy the time we have. But sometimes we don’t all want to stop and we tear cleanly apart, it does not hurt. We don’t feel pain. My other half is somewhere else; I will search for here until the earth stops. We wouldn’t need to go near the ground, so I wouldn’t know if we would crash into the hills. I would have thought it would be a soft landing though – wouldn’t you think?
I wonder what it would be like to come down and talk to you, which is why I am so happy to get a letter. I people watch a lot, I see a lot up here. I wonder why you do the things you do, they don’t always make sense but I guess we all need to make mistakes. I don’t see the future I only see what is in front of me. I see everything, the good and the bad. I see the wars and chaos, but I also see the help and the concern and the ways people go out of their way to make sure everything is ok and that you live in a better place. It makes me cry, so happy do I feel when I see such goodness and happiness and excitement. I am glad I am not human though, at least as a cloud I cannot make any mistakes.
I do not feel the cold, o if I do I don’t notice. The changes are so slow up here I barely notice anything. I don’t know what happened to my mummy cloud – or if I ever had one. I sort of just…appeared from no-where. But if I could have a mummy cloud like you have your parents, I would be rosy pink with love.
I talk a lot, we tell each other about what we have seen. The things you do, the things that might happen. We get angry sometimes, deception happens here as well and we crash and yell at each other. We cry when we get frustrated and we scream when we don’t know what to say anymore. When we stop arguing, everything looks ok again and we join together to make a bigger cloud. Does that explain why I am so big?
We all feel different. Its hard to explain, one day you will have to come up and find out for yourself, I will find a way for you. When you cry, you tend to go a bit red or pink and when you are ill or sick you go grey or white, when we cry we do the same. When we are black we are so full of emotion we don’t know what to do, when we are slightly upset we only hint at grey. It depends. We don’t die; we live on and on, until we no longer exist. I don’t know what happens then. I know as much about it as you do death.
I cannot see heaven, I can see light. Lots of pearly white light but no more. I only see earth on one side and darkness of space on the other so the edge of the universe is beyond me. I cannot say. Angels come to visit and watch with us though. They are beautiful, created from the goodness you peoples hearts these angels are. Their wings help them walk; they feel so gentle with voices that would melt your heart. It makes me cry to listen to them. They are graceful and serene but can get frustrated like us as well. They are the thunder to our lightning.
I cannot see the universe; I can only see the edges of your world. I hope that one day when I disappear I can see the outside of everything and know all of the answers to the questions I have left.
Yours faithfully,
Cloud.
x
All in a days work :)
I used to work in a sweet shop and I got very bored the one week I was there. I'd spent a while spreading out what was left of the stock on the shelves so it looked relatively full and then had nothing to do but sit and wait. No-one was coming in and the few who did, didn't buy anything because we didn't have what they wanted. So I began to write poetry :) Here is the final version.
An empty sweetshop in an empty high street
Tap, tap, tap,
The high street is still empty
The paths as bare as these shelves
Which shuffle, and divide
To fake the supply of sweets.
In, out, sigh,
A dance, a step to pass
The time which drags on so slow.
Half past four – an eternity away
From my watch so stubborn, so still.
Knock, knock, knock,
Our dozing heads lift in surprise
Stretched bright smiles and eyes
Full of sparkle as we watch
The customer looks… then leaves.
On, off, on,
No power, no sale, no radio.
Lock up and leave? Or pay for light?
Or sit in the darkness and watch
The high street still as empty as these shelves.
Don't really have much to say....
Sooo.....here's today's post :)
The famous unknown child
Tear stained eyes follow the ‘famous’ boy.
a name? None, but heartfelt sympathy,
sewn to Sadness, reflection, distress,
then poured out of hearts, in showers
to show the other side.
The boy will not ‘know’ as we know.
nor see, sing or fly.
Innocence, his only friend who hasn’t betrayed
and Innocence, which will claim him
This boy sees past all tears, all fears
he doesn’t know life.
This...child will leave us,
Knowing how kind his Innocence was to him
without realising
how cruel life can be in return.
x
I'm not really a decision making kind of person...
Everyone makes decisions, however I'm not one of the most decisive of people :) This poem is about having to make an uninformed decision and how this 'character' goes about it. She knows that it will come back to her if she leaves it but still.... anyways, here it is!!!
Flip a coin
Roll a dice
Choose a hand.
Decision
though in itself, not entirely understood
but tried.
The sense made clear enough
nervous enough
for everything to stop
'An end'
Flip a coin
Roll a dice
Choose a hand
Go for it?
Or leave it for now
a choice to be made at a
later date? or asked
again
Does she...
Flip a coin
Roll a dice
Choose a hand
trust her instincts
or go with the flow?
(She doesn't care what they think)
but could she really...
once she thought about it
Flip a coin
Roll a dice
Choose a hand
Was it right?
Or was she scared?
It'll come around again,
soon? or later?
Then she'll be here again
and may have to...
Flip a coin
Roll a dice
Choose a hand...
x
T'was Prettyful :)
Sorry it's been a while, busy busy busy :) I wrote this one after seeing a full rainbow on the way home. T'was beautiful, and me being me started scribbling down the following :D
Rainbow
Two sides collide
the forward and the reverse,
the extremes and the chances.
You take in the
moment... seize the opportunity, begin
the battle, surrounded by
the sun and rain
to take something good
and the something bad
to create that something
Beautiful.
X
Am I what you would have wanted?
Third post of the week - look at me go :) This one was inspired by some lyrics (the ones in italics below) it one of my most recent, but maybe not one of my best.
Am I what you would have wanted?
‘What would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud’
Am I what you would have wanted?
Hardworking, successful and now, happy?
I’ve done my best, played to my strengths
And come out as close to ‘on top’ as I can
But what about away from that?
Have I shamed you, disappointed you?
Did you think I was ‘better than that’?
Or are you proud that I stop when it gets too much?
I am happy, he makes me happy.
I am lucky, strong and proud to say he’s with me
Is it what you would have wanted
Do you think...
Or am I shamed.
I lied to stay out of trouble, and will end up doing so again.
I don’t say what I’ve been up to
But I don’t do it just for me
But for him
Is that wrong?
What would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud
Or so stupid, so wrong, so not what you knew.
x
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