Posts tagged ‘Poetry’

Intimacy and lack thereof

I am a big abstinence supporter. I saved sex for marriage.

It was something that was very important to me.

I wrote this a while ago. It too held a place on my now dead blog.


Intimacy

Virtue, cast not away from me
Marriage let not my heart stray…
Chasteness hear my plea.
Long lashes tremble
Rock and roll ‘til the fever breaks
By and by as strength weakens
The quiet echoes
Patience and grace hold true…

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May 3, 2009 at 1:40 pm 1 comment

My blood.

U2 frontman Bono once said: “My definition of art started with: you put your hands under your skin, you break your breastbone, you rip open your ribcage. If you really want to write, that’s what you ought to do. Are you ready to do that? Or is rock ‘n’ roll for you just a pair of shoes and a haircut, or a certain sour existentialism or a certain sweet decay? That is one of my first definitions of art. Blood.”

This is my blood.

My intentions when I wrote this poem where to echo my current thoughts in certain post-modernistic thinking. I did this in two ways. Firstly, following the belief that everything that is created has already been created before, I used either a line from another poem, another song or another work of art for each individual line. I also tried to allow the cyclical nature of the subject matter of the poem to further echo this sentiment. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!


A Love Song for a Saviour

Tarnished with things unseen

I’m taking the blame

Since the words to comfort

Suddenly rebel at questioning.

Longest I’ve been impermanent

Unsettled and unkind

Shuffle to grace

Summon my demons

Just to push them away…

Falling silent

To stumble…

Grapple with heaven’s mercies

Simple and stained

Searching remains to find you again.

Love’s soft breath strokes the cheek

In time to find…

Resolved, I am to love you

With whatever means are mine.

May 2, 2009 at 5:23 am 1 comment

Words that may not fit sometimes do.

I wrote this as a worthless experiment. It was launched on a separate blog that I am in the process of shutting down.

I want to share it with you.

syntax
syntax
forgot
in the eve of
the tiresome
paragraphs
cant break
beginnings
period.
breaks Love’s
trust bonds
and
when the pause
comes
effect
no longer

May 1, 2009 at 1:07 am 2 comments

No more Pauses

Today I just want to keep the post short, sweet and simple. This is one of my favourite ee cummings poems. It betrays my… cultured… side and my ridiculous No regrets- love life side. Let me know what you think!

since feeling is first
ee cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
–the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

November 13, 2008 at 5:17 pm 1 comment

Love Poetry. Please gag me.


I am not a huge fan of love poetry. It’s all so sacron and overly practiced. Much like Jay Gatsby, love poetry is just too sentimental and romantic. I prefer raw emotion that cuts to the essence of an issue. I may not always succeed but I much prefer to struggle discussing the frothing blood pulsing through my fingertips than the waves of love licking at my heart. Sure this might be ironic. I am planning my wedding and am totally and ridiculously in love with my fiance. Nevertheless, I am just not into the cute feel-good and fuzzy steroetypical love poetry. That being said, for this post I am posting not a love poem that I wrote, but rather one that I am so incredibly inspired by. The poet mangaged to use those nausating sweet, and frankly horrible, traditional elements then twist them into a poem that left me contemplating more. Oh baby, how I love poetry!


Dorothy Parker
“One Perfect Rose”


A single flow’r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet– One perfect rose. I knew the language of the floweret; “My fragile leaves,” it said, “his heart enclose.” Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.
Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.

September 26, 2008 at 2:06 pm 1 comment

My vase of flowers

Oh desolate Rose!
This is what I fear.
Can you hear the connection?
Our confounded isolation.
Weep in the sweetness,
Choke on your misery.
Oh barren Rose!
Stoop before me
Flower of pain
It is in thee that I remain.

August 14, 2008 at 8:53 pm Leave a comment

A Pair of Shoes

We went for a walk
In my dusty shoes
Tainted and smoggy.

Sauntering through the roses
We stopped to
kiss.

Arches of petals dancing,
Glaring-
and he leans in.
Hot breath meeting nothing.

And there he is looking at me
And I stare at my shoes.
My dusty, dark and broken shoes.

My shoes are dusty,
As my heart is muddy
Laced inside the stitching
It breathes deeply
Determined to remain.

August 9, 2008 at 3:58 pm 1 comment

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