This Secret
It’s been some time since I’ve been here
In this hidden spot where I lie
This little secret a little too near
But I won’t let you know
Cause I’m frozen on the outside
And I won’t let it show
Through the ice where I hide
This is how it’s always been
And how it’ll always be
Hidden inside a wooden den
Is this secret within me
But put your flame to that frost
Watch it melt, watch it burn
I might be scared, I might be lost
But that little secret you might earn
Okay, instead of writing poems I'll start on this paper that's due tomorrow. And studying for an exam I have tomorrow. My motivation to do ANYTHING has decreased exponentially this past week. Anything except run, that is, and play my flute (which I did with my roommate playing accompaniment on the piano! I found my accompaniment books!!!) . I ran today for six miles on the treadmill. I only ran on the treadmill because I just felt like not thinking about where I was running and drowning myself in music with endorphins (told you I'm feeling melodramatic - I'm even wearing the artsy hat to prove it), and we can't run with headphones on post. Oh, I'm also listening to my chick-rock/Indie/whatever-genre-you-wanna-call-it... Or hippie-music as my roommate calls it. Love it.
And since most of you have no idea I write, or haven't read any of my writing, I'll finish with a couple of other random poems I've written in the past, like... well, years. I only had to copy and paste these :)
Here is a favorite of most people's... I don't remember the title. I don't really title most of my poems...
Looking at the reflection on the mirror
The past hidden in almost-black eyes
Wondering why in my heart I fear her
Walking through a thick, dark door
Leaving all the old ways behind me
Leaving behind every known horror
Running isn't even fast enough
Needing to get away from that girl
A little farther, just a little more tough
Am I far enough away?
I wonder
To not hear what she wants to say?
Finally exhausted and tired
Forgetting why I'm running
A reason finally being required
I turn slowly around
And there she stands
I can only look down
Eventually I must
Look her in the face
I gaze up with no trust
I am astounded by what I see
Not a huge monster
Only me
The past hidden in almost-black eyes
Wondering why in my heart I fear her
Walking through a thick, dark door
Leaving all the old ways behind me
Leaving behind every known horror
Running isn't even fast enough
Needing to get away from that girl
A little farther, just a little more tough
Am I far enough away?
I wonder
To not hear what she wants to say?
Finally exhausted and tired
Forgetting why I'm running
A reason finally being required
I turn slowly around
And there she stands
I can only look down
Eventually I must
Look her in the face
I gaze up with no trust
I am astounded by what I see
Not a huge monster
Only me
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Hanging on to the ledge
Hardly grasping
Close to the edge
Swinging up
Then falling down
Fingers slipping
Afraid to hit
The cold, hard ground
Grab my hand
Before I fall
Pull me up
This slippery wall
And if your hand
Lets mine slip
Let clouds soften
The hardened land
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I have several more, but I don't know where they are right now. I think they are on writing.com under username nrb2233 if anyone is curious. (http://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/nrb2233) I also have other ones scattered about the internet somewhere... And in journals... and... yep.
Okay, paper-writing time now.
~Nina
yummy poetry :) and yeah t-buckets were necessary, as was my lemon merenge pie
ReplyDeleteThanks girl! Yeah... some deliciousness + poetry was just what I needed to boost my mood, haha.
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