Category Archives: Writing

Mar
05
2014

What is True?

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Light

Flashing through the mirrors

Voices

Carry down the stairs

Deep, black despair

Descending into darkness

Cold, unfeeling

Turned away from thoughts of light

Music floating, soft, foreboding

from across the lake, it seems…

There’s no Phantom here today—

he left, many, many years ago…

Still, beware the waters—

Lights dance in the depths

But do not dare to cross alone

For the night hides what it does not wish for you to see…

Or shows you things that are not there

 

The shore

Materializing from the darkness

An illusion

No more solid than a dream

The lights, they lead you to the edge

Where the grand room fills with new light—

New light—

Light

The crimson candles in the golden chandelier flicker

Once again awoken

Your presence causes stirring in the shadows…

Ascend the steps away from the dock and shore

You made it… alone…

The bloodred wax from the candles pools in the floor

Stirred by the footsteps of the Phantom

He has returned—there is no Christine to persuade him to see reason

A cabinet of masks

Illusions in gold and midnight blue

And at the organ, the spectral organ

The Phantom of the Opera begins to play

Photo Credit: MorgueFile

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Jan
24
2014

The Snow

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Okay, it technically wasn’t snow, but it sure looked like it. Here is a poem that I wrote calling the weather here snow even though it was sleet and tiny ice pellets.

 

It gathers in corners and powders the roads

Icicles hanging a drip at a time

Grey skies and sunlight melting the shadows

Swirling the snowflakes in rooftops and trees

Leaves on the live oaks pale with frost

Melting, retreating to small chunks of shade

Grass white with ice

So clear and glassy

Slippery with winter fading to spring

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Nov
26
2013

A Poem About Family

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I hope you like it, and maybe write one of your own! It might be a little sad.

 

Waking up on Christmas morning

Brings me to a different time

The knowing that the coffee cake will be ready

Day of family, no matter what

It’s not really about anything

Just family and memory

Other days have been the same

Laying on my sister’s bed

Missing her when she’s gone

Savoring when she is here

Feeling love and knowing that

Some things can never change

The dog will lay upon the floor

We will gather at the table

Not to reminisce,

But to create joy anew.

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Sep
27
2013

Preposition poem

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Deep beneath the surface
Through the tunnels lit by torches
Past the caves of skeleton and zombie hordes
Among the abandoned mineshafts
Over the endless ravine
Around the tumbling waterfall
Without being shot full of skeleton arrows
Staring at the purple eyes of the enderman
BAD IDEA.

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Sep
06
2013

Pieces of Poems… Part 1

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I was looking through a drawer when I found a poem from a year or so ago. I wrote it about these birds called black skimmers. These birds fly low over the waves, beaks open, breaking the surface of the water to catch small fish. They are black and white, and look a bit like puffins. Here it is:

 

Though I am no pelican, I am a skimmer

My beak makes the spray, I am part of the glimmer

The life of a sailor is the life for me

My wings in the sky,

My heart in the sea.

 

There it is. Please say what you think.

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