Magical

There's an illness sweeping the land,
that of hopes and dreams
of magic.
Not witches or warlocks
or magic wands...
but bullets, miracles and beyond.
Whether in love or lust or perhaps in life
magic comes into play when one is in strife
That seemingly impossible "thing", feeling that you're longing for
you know is out there, in your dreams it soars.
Tragedy strikes when one realizes
this is an illness as yucky as can be
for there are not magic bullets...
as far as I can see.

Wow, I rule at rhyming lol. I never understood the desire to rhyme poetry, I personally think non-rhyming is something of more skill because in order for it to be poetic you have to have some sort of talent, some sort of passion for what you are doing. anyone can make a "poem" by rhyming non-sensical words. Or perhaps a haiku... the syllables aren't what's important... Poetry is art, you have to have some connection to it, like music or sculpture or painting, something as to for lack of a better word "inspire". This doesn't mean you have to suddenly be taken over by an astounding idea but wow it's cool when that happens. It just means you have to be able to stand by your piece and take pride in it, or else no one will be able to see it's beauty.

I'd like to share some of my poetry with you, I'm not saying it's magical but I will tell you it comes from a magical place, that wanting to needing place of the heart. I write when I feel the writing, not just because. So sit back and enjoy this journey through my notebook.

"Reality Check"
No more cooties
kissing dumb boys
thinking nothing could ever hold you back.
new found control,
loss of innocence.
debating with parental units-- making valid points
living everyday with no end in sight---
then he stomps on your heart
loss of innocence
lots of things will stop you
maybe mom and dad DO know best.
hide under the covers
and
give that pathetic teenage mentality
a reality check.


Passion
strong, powerful
throbbing, conquering, heart stopping
emotion, writing, pain, anxiety
throbbing, conquering, heart stopping
strong, powerful
Fear



"Namasteh"
Body formed angles, imitating various natural elements
toned, taut, muscle, active but relaxed
power, confidence, determination: radiates
breaths providing for entire form
powering the flexible machine
no thoughts... but not darkness
light
yoga.


"Let 'it' Rain"
Beating: roots, windshields, Earth
Being directed: wind, temperature, mother nature
Surrounding: People, animals, structures
Singing: their song.
Raindrops.
Splashing,
dripping, drizzling
misting
pounding, thunderous, flooding, consuming
accompanying-
ruining and relaxing.
Raindrops.


"Sleep Mix Tada!"
Dreams. A world created by your unconscious.
How can unconscious create
something new...?
Familiar, yet foreign.
odd ideas and scenarios.
people and places long since forgotten
why conjured up this particular mix now?
perhaps to fulfill
something the conscious isn't willing to admit.
dreams are the portal,
of the unconscious gaining control.
make you think.
stalk you perhaps...
dreams.
no matter how haunting or foolish
they mean something.


A foolish little sing-song one...

Reach for the stars
become who you are
try and touch the sky
you may find, you can fly.
Feel the ground, beneath your feet
and anything you can beat.
Know where you are,
reach for a star
and you may find
who YOU are.


Highschool
insane, cruel
fighting, crying, lying
war, bitches, friends, dances
laughing, learning loving
fun, fabulous
Highschool

Now I've entered writing mode through entering some mediocre pieces for y'all to read so I'm off to novel and create.

Peace.

Love. ♥

Writing.


;-)