Blue

Your love is blue, like ocean,
crashing down in waves.
Sometimes rough;
sometimes calm.
It's beauty never-resting.

21st Century Cinderella

Not a very good one. But it's new, and I wrote it off the cuff.


Who is the master of my soul?
To whom am I enslaved?
Who whips my spirit bloody
til my morals are decayed?

Who is the captain of my mind?
Who controls my thoughts?
Who chains me as intelligence
just wears away and rots?

Who is the ruler of my body?
For whom am I tied down
as my remaining innocence
just drifts away and drowns?

Catherine

A poem I wrote, inspired by the 1949 Olivia de Havilland classic "The Heiress."



A single tear I shall not shed;
you warrant not my grief.
Though nightfall found my spirit numb,
the morning brought relief.

You dropped the world upon my heart
and crushed it 'neath the weight.
But when you gathered sense enough,
repentance came too late.

My soul does not still pine for you;
my being does not ache.
My conscience does not mourn for you.
Just wind blows in your wake.

No longer do I fall to you-
I, now, stand on my own.
I won't forsake my pride for you.
I'd rather be alone...

Post-Mortem

Mine own soul amongst these shadows;
silence, my lone friend.
Though my heart doth craveth sunlight,
darkness be the end.

Once Upon A Soul

A poem about child abuse.


A white lace dress-
tattered,
torn.

Saddle shoes so
faded,
worn.

A child's eyes-
how they
mourn

for love not met.
Know just
scorn.

Every curse they've
ever
said

weighs down her soul;
verbal
lead.

Innocent she's
born, then
bred.

Six years old with
no soul.
DEAD.

Free Will

A poem about choosing our own destinies.

(Author's note: My multiple-week hiatus was not exactly intentional. I have just been so busy with certain life dilemmas to find the time to sit down and compose a new poem; though I did come up with little stanzas here and there. But only this developed into a full-fledged piece of literary work.)


I man my own journey
on this, the path of life.
I, alone, shall navigate
these roads of joy and strife.

I shall walk these valleys
of shadow and of light
with just my heart as compass-
my guide through starless night.

I shall swim these seas
of pain, and lies, and hell,
and ride the waves of anger;
my soul against the swell.

I shall soar across these skies
of hope and endless promise
in my quest for higher truth
and a love that's pure and honest.

I am the captain of my destiny;
only I decide my calling.
It is I who dares to seize the chance,
and takes the risk of falling.

Forget Me Not...

My childhood best friend shall be marrying tomorrow, July 2nd, 2010. I will not be attending the wedding.


Alive in my soul
are all the words we spoke;
every lie we told,
and every heart we broke.

The memories dance
a waltz inside my head-
living as the sun glows,
though those years are long since dead.

I mourn the love we shared,
though you never seemed to grieve.
While you continued living
I continued to believe.

And I never let you go
in hopes that one fine day
you'd recall the gayest laughter
and your heart would surely sway.

But you put me from your mind,
and slept and dreamt so sound.
You shall don that white dress
whilst I'm nowhere to be found.