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Wednesday, June 30, 2004


   More Poetry...except these ones are by a friend
My friend Meredith wrote some really awesome poems and I just had to put them on here, they put mine to shame, lol!


Frustration

Head throbbing louder than a thousand drums
A jumble of mixes and messes
Whirling ideas trying hopelessly to surface
Twirling messages aimlessly wandering
Going in and out of focus
Never focusing long enough to clearly see
Questions being tossed through my mind
Some with no right answer
Many with no answer at all
A heap of untidiness inside of me
A clutter of anger and happiness
Tornado winds blowing thoughts in
Tsunami waves washing things out
Their blowing and washing uncontrollable
Their results sometimes devastating
These are the things that go on inside of me
Coming together to form one thing,
Frustration


True friendship

A single being dwelling within two people
Entwining them together with its rope of love
Helping them stay strong with support and compassion
Its binds are something they shall never be free of

It will always be present, when nothing else is
It’s more reliable than life, more reliable than death
It is true friendship
And it will be there for you, until your very…last...breath


Falling

Falling
Fast and furiously
Landing hard on the cold rocky floor
Disappearing into the darkened pit of misery
Into the dooming black hole
Called hatred


A Child’s Biggest Fear

The stormy night sky
Pours down rains,
Which pelt the ground like bullets
While a child’s spirit wanes.

The dark grey clouds
Descend lightning from their depths,
The thunder crashing to
While with fear the child wept.

The child lies in bed
Watching heavy rains and powerful gale,
Their once happy face
Now scared, damp and pale.

They drift off into uneasy sleep,
And wake to find rainbows.


My Mind

Frustration and anger loom within me
Bottled up, and preserved like wine
they shadow my heart
And deprive my soul of joy

Earthquakes of sadness make my body tremble
Destroying good memories as if they were buildings
And using the rubble to create new architecture
Only this time to shield my feelings

My inner hell is too much to believe
For its contrast to my exterior is great
It’s like nightmare colliding with fairytale
I don’t know how much more I can take


These poems are all by my friend Meredith and if you want to leave a comment for her, just state that and I will give the comment to her personally.

Until Next Time...

Ayme





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