Clio

A bird settled on the rail

She turned her head and fluffed her wings

And gazed at me awhile

Then was off, leaving me alone

But she left her shadow, the silly thing!

It’s not black or gray, but the purest white

It blinks and quivers with snowy feathers

And it whistles a jolly tune

So light and so airy, and full of utter joy

Of which I could not help but write

Not in treble clefts or notes, but words

Lovely, poetic words wreathed around me

Some so sad and some so sweet

Light as the moon’s silver and dark as the sun’s shadow

There was so much that had to be said

I could scarcely write it all!

She was talkative that precious little bird

And I laughed and smiled, before turning back to the shadow

Alas! She was gone!

But I knew she would come back.

After all, who could abandon a good story?

Baha here comes more Sarah Commentary, sorry you have to suffer through it. Alright, Clio is one of the seven Muses, who are somekindofGreekthing. She was the Muse of History. But that doesn't attain to this at all, so I'll move on. I get my inspiration from a lot of different places; nature, people, music, other people's writing (not authors surprisingly enough, but like from friends and family; I hear about stuff their writing and get all inspired, it's kinda cool), animals (which I suppose could be put in the nature part), etc etc. This poem was inspired by, you guessed it! A little bird landing on my balcony rail when I was upstairs writing one day that I just so happened to glance at when I got stuck on a part of some story or other I was fighting against. And lo! I got all inspired by that little mockingbird and continued on, and then later wrote this poem about that little bird who I subsequently named Clio because I like fancy, ornate Greekthings. And the Muses are kinda cool. Anyway I'm on a tangent again, I'll stop now :).

Sun Under the Water

I remember when the woods were at our fingertips dears

They whispered so many tales

Of legends of valor, falling so gently on our ears.

Treading softly in the vales

“Onwards!” they would laugh at us as we ran among shadows

Through the paths we’d wend our ways

Down in ancient, olden haunts where the wind would dance below

Across the rocks, moss would laze

All that mattered was how long the sun would shine in the sky

And that lying was a sin

I can’t remember when we knew we would never die

Everything was simple then

Oh how the golden light would bless our innocent displays!

Those lost times have yet been found

And I can’t help but mourn that you will never see that phase…

Many a year has unwound

Since how we used to wile away hour after hour

In streambeds deep, trees high and low

Playing whether it was sunshine or clouds, ice or shower

Yes, I know when our world was so

Alright the title of this is seemingly unrelated to the poem yes? Well sorta; in context yes they are unrelated, but that was kind of what I was going for. This poem is extremely nostalgic for me as it pretty much sums up the degree of wonder of my childhood. And maybe it's even a little nostalgic for other people too, at any rate I'm prattling. Like everyone in the world gets nostalgic about something at some point, and I imagine I'm not the only one who feels this great bubbly kind of ache when I get like that. What I'm trying to get at is that I don't remember all of my childhood, heck I probably don't even remember half of it. But I regard it as a whole with a hazy kind of golden fog over it. Sort of how sunlight looks when you're looking up at it through water. Catch my drift? It's warm and pure and so, so bright and scattered. I hope I'm not the only one who thinks that, and if I am and this whole commentary doesn't make a lick of sense to you? Well I've always said I'm kinda weird :). Anyway I'm done rambling, sorry I'm a bit verbose sometimes.

Beacon

Yeaaah, it's another poem. I'm sure I seem like one of those saps who sits in dark places with a beret and writes endless and endless amounts of poetry but I swear I'm not! Lulz, anyways yeah. It's a poem, read it.

Picture a candle on a windowsill

Left there by a frightened child

To ward away the groping darkness…

And soundly she sleeps with her silent guardian

Trust it will protect her.

But, silly child, you left the window open.

And you’ve left it to the pitiless elements

To gutter and to flicker at a breeze’s whim

It is so small and so delicate to face that night alone

Because at every leaping shadow, and every gentle breath

It falls against the black and claws back up again

To show the way for who that child waits for.

Each and every night.

A mute vigilante full of solemn faith

That lights a path for the weary

Giving them some tangible hope…

And that child’s fate is hanging so precariously

Each and every night.

Since like that brief, brave candle

Life can vanish in an instant.

Without a single warning.

Remember?

I don't know what is up with me and these long-winded, rambling free verses that keep running about in my head, but I can't say that I'm bothered by them. Matter of fact I kinda like them sometimes. This one originally had a solid set track of where I wanted to go with it, but then it just sort of took hold of me and didn't let me go until I got to the end. Where I attempted to bring back the original point =P. Still it's all good :).

I used to think we were unstoppable, unbreakable.

Used to think we could conquer mountains.

Just as long as we were together; you know?

It was a good feeling, do you remember it?

Like we were at the top and only the stars were above us?

You’d think that we would’ve realized-

Once we’re there, there’s only once place left to go.

And that’s down, down honey.

Watch what you got; beliefs, a heart, maybe even yourself?

It’s a world when they’ll chew you up, spit you out.

Without rhyme, reason, or doubt.

Pack your bag, throw it in the car.

We’re outta here.

Back to being unbeatable and incorrigible.

Back to the basics and the only thing left-

The Beginning.

You remember that time? Don’t you?

It was a long time ago, eons and eons it seems sometimes.

Maybe you don’t.

You might’ve left too soon, broke away at the wrong moment.

So what happened anyways?

It’s hard to think fast enough to catch anything nowadays.

Forgive me for ignorance, as it is a sin.

But tell me, where’d you go?

Seems like I’ve been searching for the answer so long

I forgot to ask.

Maybe you could tell me?

I don’t think you will though, you’ll leave it to me to figure out.

That’s how it always is, always will be.

I remember that time.

A moment when we could look around us and say:

“Yeah, this world is ours.”

“Nobody’s gonna drag us off our throne.”

Now what do you think?

A sudden ripping of wounds, like a dog gone feral.

Don’t you know they dragged us off our thrones for that?

Together we were unconquerable, unbeatable, strong.

But now what little renegade?

Just drop the other and forget we ever met?

Not as easy as it sounds, you know.

I’m not the type, nor will I ever be, to forget.

Maybe I was naïve to think we could make it.

Maybe there was some ignorance that never should’ve been there.

Trust, perhaps.

Stupid though, I’ve realized that.

Never should’ve thought everything would just fall into place.

Because instead I just watched it fall.

Right down around my shocked head.

It would be lying to say I’m okay with it now.

It’d be lying to say I understand (and I have lied).

And it would be lying to say I expect you back.

‘Cause you’re gone, baby, gone.

So I’ll stick to saying I think I’ll be okay.

I’ll stick to having faith that I will understand one day.

And I’ll stick to the hope you will come back.

Because I’m one of those unfortunate souls who’s always open to hurt.

Masochistic, some would say.

It’s not that though, it’s only because I remember.

I remember a lot of things, more than I should.

And I hope for a lot of things, more than I should.

Of course we should’ve expected this.

I mean once you’re at the top, there’s only down that’s left, right?

Even Alexander fell, as will we.

We can only be young once.

Indestructible and unshakeable as we are;

God knows when to bring us down.

…Still… do you remember?

That feeling of impervious, eternal spring?

Do you? Do you?

I hope you do.

‘Cause I remember.

Trapped

Just something I wrote a little while ago, I just reread it and thought it wasn't terrible. That and the fact I haven't posted in awhile, I decided to just go ahead and fling it on up here.

The tears, the fights, and the screams echo all around

Everywhere I go, nothing but lies

And in the middle of this storm here I am found

I’m tired of all the pain and the cries

Unlatch the cage, let me fly

Please unclip these bounded wings

And throw me into the sky

Let me soar and let me sing

There in the darkness, alone with my thoughts

I’m lost and I’m not getting out

With these twisted mazes that have no end

Grab my hand, lead me through, all these dreams of you

So child, grab a light and follow me

There’s only so much you can suffer

Before it all breaks and you’re free

With lovely eyes you’ll watch it shatter

Hang in there sweetheart, soon you’ll be flying

Away from this smothering life

I’d remember that when you are crying

Free from the chaos and the strife

In that numbing blackness, what’s to find?

A reason, a purpose, a world of your own?

Follow your heart, listen to your mind

Maybe by then you won’t be alone.

For You

It was AP Chem, what can I say? That class always leaves me needing encouragement, so I just randomly started writing this. I don't think it's half-bad, pfft but what do I know?

So what’d they do little girl?

Beat you down, drown you out?

Leave you in the dust and kiss you farewell?

What’re you gonna do now little girl?

A beauty closed within a broken shell

Never reaching out to test the ground

After being so stomped down upon

Who did it little girl?

Who left her alone to the crows and wolves?

She got lost, confused and dazed

And unsure of anything.

Who are you going to blame little girl?

Did God send you here to suffer?

To ramble, lost and aimless?

Or was it a trick of the devil?

I know you’re questioning everything you do

But listen, it’s okay

It’s all gotta end sometime

It can’t last forever.

Unfortunately that’s true for everything

So don’t do it kid, hold on a little longer

Things gotta way of working out

Relax, it’s fine, don’t worry little girl

‘Cause God’s got your back and we’ve got your hands

The Tired

This was just a little free verse... thing. Kinda stream-of-conscious too. That's why it's all jumbly and mixed up. I didn't really plan to post it, but I was just all like sure, why not? So yeah, here it is. Enjoy it and stuff.

There’s a road ahead of me

Empty as the stretch behind me.

Both abandoned, both lonely

But not bad really, no not at all.

It was dark and it was all quiet

‘Cept the sound of the road

And the music, can’t forget that

Wish that the road went on a little longer

‘Cause I’m not ready to go home

Maybe just travel a couple hundred miles

Then come back, might feel better.

Might not, but hey that’s the luck of the game.

Either head south or north

I don’t know really, they’re both nice.

But then there’s always the West.

The wild, wild west with its legends

And past deeds of daring do.

But there’s as much heartbreak over there

So maybe I’ll avoid it there too

I want a place where there’s nothing

Not a nothing kind of nothing

But an everything kind of nothing.

And once I get there, then I’ll be fine

God love the souls who pursue that road

And God love the other souls who don’t too

And I don’t really want to go anywhere

Not today or tomorrow, or the next day.

I just want to stay here, hide under the covers

‘Cause I don’t know what I’m doing

I don’t know this or that

All these things that everyone else just automatically knows

Is there a handbook or a brochure?

Did I miss the memo that says this?

Or did I just not get it?

Was I forgotten in the distribution?

I suppose that’s always possible

After all, I’m not significant.

Not particularly important to the outcome of the world

What does it matter if I’m here or there?

I’m just in my own little microcosm

And I don’t think I’ll ever come out.

Because I don’t know where there’s room for me

I can’t seem to find my place anywhere

Perhaps I’m lost? Or perhaps I was never found?

Either way, I don’t know where I am

Or who I want to be.