Falling

That day when you smiled.
When you smiled and your eyes gleamed.
That was the day I fell.

I only realize now how hard, how deep
I fell that day. For such a pathetic reason too:
a smile and a kind word.
For just a smile and a kind word.

I tried so hard to stay away from you.
-The boy my friend liked-
But when I finally started to get away
You went and made me smile
And I fell deeper.

With those eyes that make my heart melt
And those thoughts that make me stop and wonder
You've ensnared me with your perfect imperfections
And now I’m falling so fast
I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.
I don’t think I even want to... because

I’ve fallen,
Fallen hard,

For you.

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I started this one several weeks ago. Then I finished it. And then I forgot to save it and lost it. Which made me not want to redo it but I had the rough draft in my notebook so today I decided not to be lazy and redid it. Yay.

Also, I like patterns and playing with structure. There are a lot of things I do to my poems that I know most people won't really notice unless they were to analyze it. I do those things just for my pleasure, they're fun. In this poem, I had fun with the number of lines in the stanzas. The pattern is 3-4-5-6-2-1 , and there are 6 stanzas. See, random fun little things. I love fun random things.

I also occasionally enjoy cliches. It's a guilty pleasure xD

Adding comments to clarify myself is cool too.

I'm not really happy with this poem either... I'm usually not happy with my poems...

I also wonder how much people read into my poetry... beware people, poets exaggerate and come up with situations that are sometimes unreal. Poets are the actors of writing. Prose actors... that's a cool idea... I should do something with it...

Missing You

I went to look at the starry sky

hoping to see you twinkling—smiling down at me.

But all I found was a cloudy filled night,

cold and empty of light,

empty of you.

My dreams are still infected

with the broken wishes I made to you

but did not have the time to keep.

Unfulfilled promises—

unachieved goals.

This is what my nightmares are made of.

I have run away from the world

to escape the shadows in my heart.

In this new barren place I’ve come to,

there are no traces— no reminders,

and you become nothing but a figment of a memory.

Here there are no singing yellow daffodils

And thus I see no ghosts of you gardening them.

Here there are no whistling tall trees

And thus I have no desire to climb them with you.

No birds flying high in the air.

(You used to want to fly with them.)

No butterflies hiding in the bushes.

(You used to find them in the flowers.)

No songs for me to hum softly in the night.

(You used to fall asleep in my arms.)

Here, in my new haven, there is nothing— nothing

because you were my everything— everything

and now that you’re gone

what is there left for me?

Now I only have the nights where

I find myself looking up

To where there should be a sky.

 I still hope to see you there

Twinkling

—smiling—

Smiling for me.
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For Elsa. I miss you <3 Je t'adore <3

Vengeance

Poem for my Writing Workshop class Monday exercise! xD
We wrote down 10 words, passed them around and then wrote something using 8 out of 10 of the words.
The words I got are underlined. :3

Vengeance

Like a bat out of

hell he entered

my life, and then

just as quickly he left.

And I, who had fallen so violently in love,

am left alone with mournful thoughts.

My soul writhes in the torment

known as loneliness.

The screams in my skull

are fighting to burst out.

His love has killed me

and I’ve been reborn

as a demon.

He made me

laugh and now

I’ll make

him

cry.

I

Will

Have my

Vengeance.

In case you didn't notice, the poem is in a shape of a dagger and a drop of blood ;3
Cheery isn't it? xD

Love? a poem

Had to do a model poem for creative writing. What you do is jus tthat the form of a poem and copy it but write your own poem. You just use the same number of lines, stanzes, alliterations, etc. I chose a poem by Edgar Allan Poe called A Dream. It's a really good poem. Anyways this is what I wrote, it has nothing to do with Poe's poem content-wise.

Love?

by FE Dec. 8 2009

I lay my head upon my bed.

I turn off the lights, and stare at the night sky.

I think of all the things I've left unsaid.

This melancholy feeling makes me silently sigh.

My harried heart reprimands me,

“Tell him your true thoughts” it cries.

Can I answer my hearts plea and set my feelings free?

Why not? For I do not believe these sentiments are lies.

I love him – I love him.

Are these worrisome words true?

I never knew love was so grim,

To me this intense emotion is so very new.

I cannot get him out of my head.

Without him by my side, I feel a vast void

form in a hidden part of my heart, and it fills me with dread.

I feel that if I do not tell him soon, my heart will be destroyed.

Happy Valentine's Day

Precious

Precious
by FE, Nov. 22 2008

Wilting roses by the window,
their fragrance still permeates the room.

A low glowing fire
dances and sings in a mysterious way.

Outside there is snow,
white, cold, unwelcoming,

A girl is sleeping on her couch,
She dreams of how her life could be be.

A purring kitten stretches,
then lays itself on the rug before the fire.

A precious moment,
in a precious life.