Today for a school project we had to write a poem, and since poetry is my strong point I figured I'd ace it. But when my teacher said it ad to be about the dumb book we're reading and that it had specific rules that needed to be followed, I sat and sat, but the words would not flow. This is when I realixed, however bnatural poetry may be, the inspiration does not come when forced, or when rules are applied. I wound up finishing the poem though.

Anyway, here's a poem, its random.(took 6 min.)

Title:Why (this isn't the poem its the intro to the poem)

Why is it that those who seem to hate us, love us most?
How is it that there is no such thing as"youve lost it all"?
You'd think there'd be a line to divide us, but there is not, so why do we draw them?

SO many days I have spent in silent deliberation, and realized that there is no line seperating good and bad.
The only lines are in one's own mind and morals.
I wonder why...

This is the poem!!

Title: Changes in the Sun and Rain

The rain falls,
The wind calls, beneath the coolest fog.
Whispered willow,
Fragrant flowers grow.
They change, as we all do.

Again, the sun has risen.
A risidual routine.
I do not feel it anymore,
how life can be so mean.
I feel so alone.
One day standing next to you,
The next,
And here I am.

Looking at my photographs makes me want to cry and laugh,
Burst out at how stupid it all seemed,
That it was all about you and me.

Then when all security fails,
I realize my mistakes.
Ignorance is bliss,
They say it never takes the pain away,
I believe it blinds all sences, tears you down,
A pile on the cold hard ground.

The rain is falling on the ground,
With shadows dancing all around,
A welcome reminder of the world.

I lay here alone,
Staring at the telephone,
Remembering all the laughs, the lies, the tears we cried.

Now all I hear is whispers ,so clear, of the things we used to say.
Now All I know is the sound of the dial tone,
And the empty rings in my ears.

So alone,
Walking towards nowhere,
Going so far so fast,
Hardly noticing the faces that pass.

Saw you on the street just the other day,
Tried to talk to you,
But wound up running away.

Never thought I would end up like this,
Looking out at where I wanted to be,
And realizing that it was all just a big mistake,
That gets bigger every day.

They say changes are something everybody has to deal with,
Are mine the only ones that burn?
The photagraphs that made me laugh,
Now make me cry,
Tears fill my eyes, as I wonder
Where did it all go wrong,
When did the changes in the rain, wash the sun away.

And what can I say,
So many words too simple,
Too late,
Too much has changed.

Thanks for reading, and just to let you know, this was origannily written as a song, so let me know if it sounds like one, because that was what I was going for.

Sparkles*******

Life: 10/09/08 | Posted By: sparklingwave | 2 comments