Start the loving lullabies
In praise to the happy days ahead!
Dance on the streets
And sing until the voice is hoarse;
Let's fill the air with laughter,
And fill the cups with drinks,
Until we are delirious and blinded by joy,
Drowning in our happiness.
Celebrate that we hurt and cry,
That we laugh and smile,
Cocooning in our felicity
And suffocating in our misery.
We scream and yell for having lost
All we loved and so much more,
Rip all the emotions from our hearts
Due to the pain;
But we lie in tranquility for winning
Everything we ever wanted and all,
And we numb our mind with contentment
Due to pleasure of a new day.
The new day's started howling in excitement
In the triumph of being born.
Raise shields and swords to face the day with delight
To tame the new start with vigor.
Awesome Night_Sky. You are evolving as a poet. This step away from your norm is refreshing. I'm glad to see that you can write with such passion. I love the ending. "Raise shields and swords to face the day with delight. To tame the new start with vigor." Gives us a 'can do' attitude to the nth degree. Very nicely done. You've set the bar high for your gauntlet with this poem................
Write on Night_Sky..................write on.
Can you believe it? No, I can't, either. A poem and it's not 2 am in the morning? OH MY GOD! THIS IS THE APOCALYPSE!!! Must be what you are thinking, right? Nope. Not the apocalypse, I swear. The reasons for this are very simple indeed...
In my last poem, Relive You, I mentioned that I will do the same as tlhopkinson as a form of tribute (along with a complete crash of my brain). Due to her relentless and ongoing determination, she has shown passion and dedication to her work and to her name as a poetess while still keeping the level of quality sky-high. As such, she deserves a month of a bit of poetry-pampering, don't you think?
However, although this is ultimately a tribute to tlhopkinson, I decided that each poem will be dedicated to one person or another in order to show my appreciation to them. Most of my poem will most likely be about love, since I seem to have an ongoing series of love poems to show... It's strange since most of the time I'm thinking about my friends in Spain, specifically my best friend who was the better half of my soul... Yeah, actually, it wouldn't surprise me if I ended up doing a whole bunch of love poems in the end. However, I'll try to create a bit of diversity and make each poem exciting and worthy enough to read, and should I unfortunately not be able to post one day, I will post two poems the next day as compensation.
I also think that this month deserves some kind of... recognition, if you like. Although I've become used to living in England, and although I am gradually getting happier with each passing day where I grow closer to my new friends (I don't even inwardly cringe anymore when I say that!), I still want to return to Spain on some days where everything becomes too much. However, change is necessary to evolve and I am certainly curious enough to see what I will evolve into and am therefore not hateful towards what happened, just somewhat melancholic. Anyway, around this time, the first things of changes had happened, and although it seems like ten thousand centuries ago, it has only been a year. Thinking of it that way, it suddenly only feels like yesterday. Anyway. I want to see what this month has to throw at me this time around that will influence my writing.
On a completely different note, I am so damn happy that it's not 2 am in the morning (THANK YOU GODS, YOU GUYS ROCK SO MUCH!!!) and that it seems like I'll be able to get more than six hours sleep (6 HOURS!!!). ...Unless, of course, I haven;t done my homework, which means that I would have to do it now and-- Oh. ..........................FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--!
(Somewhere in Spain:
"Hey, did you feel that?" a girl said, looking around. "Is that an earthquake?"
"Nope," another girl said, looking up from her book and smiling slightly. "Sounds more like Felicity's having one of her episodes."
The first girl frowned in concern. ""Do you think it was a good idea not to call a mental institute after all and let her be loose?"
"Are you kidding me?!" the second girl said incredulously. "If we put her in there, the poor bastards would kill themselves two seconds after meeting her!"
"...If she gets this angry over homework, I wonder..." the first girl said thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "What do you think would happen if a boy she really likes decides to ditch her?"
"The end of the world," the second girl said bluntly, looking back at her book. "And possibly a free castration for the guy... with a baseball bat."
"Ouch," the first girl grimaced, imagining it. "Do you think she would actually do that?"
--WHY DO YOU EVEN ****ING EXIST?! I ****ING HATE YOU!!!
The second girl looked up from her book and looked deadpan at her friend. "Does that answer your question?"
The first girl huffed in indignation. "Hey, at least she's angry for a justified reason."
"You mean going for two days straight with a total amount of five hours sleep?"
"Yeah! I mean, sure, it was her decision, but I bet she can't help it if she gets lost in a book or story..." the first girl looked pointedly at her friend's book, half-way read and still smelling of the books shop of the day before.
The second girl looked about to argue until the other girl glared murderously at her. "...Amen to that."
"That's what I thought." the first girl huffed again, twirling in her seat and continuing to file her nails.)
I am sorry for that utterly failed attempt at humor. I'll change it later... maybe. Dunno, whatever.
Hope you guys liked it!
@Killerelite - Thanks. I had to strain my brain a bit more for this one, since it didn't feel right o begin these series of poems with a poem not about beginnings and/or new starts. I wanted this also to be somehow my motivator when I don't feel like writing poetry this month. It's sort of a reminder to grind your teeth and get on with it while still keeping optimistic, you know? It was kinda hard to do since I lately seem to be writing only depressing stuff.... But I'm quite happy I wrote this since I seem to be lacking some passion, too, so I'm glad it's reflected in this poem. Thank you.
So your really gonna do it!!! I think I would end up in a corner in the fetal position hugging my Robert Frost Collection of poems, sucking my thumb and sticking needles in my @tlhopkinson voodoo doll. No, not needles... pens.
Good luck Missy. Your off to a great start.
Agreed, this is a delightful and evolved piece and I am truly flattered and honored!
@Forgewright I was wondering what that pain in my brain was this morning and sure enough there was a gold plated pen sticking in my ear.
Most Users Online: 144
Currently Browsing this Page:
Guest Posters: 8