I just finished another poem draft YAY.
Whole day was like study bio and crap about fish and fishery systems and what not.
The only thing good was the spicy tuna roll and cheesecake i ate during lunch (and sushi here at school sucks shit).
Ummm yeah lab was boring and kung fu was kung fu. Oh and i met some of the phamily in the UC again, and apparently i disrupt study sessions and the only reason study groups suck for me is because im there ruining it for everyone xD. ahahahahahahahahah
mmm yeah day sucked in general so heres a depressing poem (that really sucks and written poorly, i’ll revise it later don’t worry , i’ll make it even more depressing then) to chew on.
Snow
Once so special to me
Is now nothing more than
A sorry sight to see.
Your pure white brilliance (Diffractions of pure white lights)
Does no more illuminate,
But merely blinds my sights.
Go
Away. Melt in the day;
Never return back here
There’s nothing more to say.
My dried out tears, I fear,
Have wept away the dreams.
Your visits are sparse, but
You only come in the cold.
Frostbitten, my hands don’t
Want you to land.
Your cool crystalline touch
Pierces the skin and sucks
Away the dying warmth.
Slow
but sure (Like your descent).
What little remains are
Left of you on me
will (all too soon)
Evaporate.
Actually I think you should also read THIS too poem they kinda connect which is funny cuz i never really intended that…(i wrote this one two years ago too, and i never really revised it either, gosh im lazy, i start things but never EVER finish them…. :P)
Snow,
I always wished to see.
Isolated to the North
Far, Far away from me.
I wished at length
To be a cloud
And let the wind’s strength
Carry me around to you.
I wondered and wandered, hoping for your touch.
And finally,
the whimsical wind blew
me from my home,
all the way to you
I saw you, after so long
Falling down to the earth like an
Angel
With soft and white wings
I reached out, releasing all the tension.
I shivered excitedly, with you about to land
In my hand.
But, unlike I wanted.
You melted in my arms, unwarranted
Your wings, like wax, collapsed in my passion.
And soon, you became one
With my tears.
Then along came the whimsical wind
And dried up my tears.
I searched the traces of my palms
But it as all in vain.
You were gone.
Snow
I wonder if you’re still up there.
I wish someday, maybe,
That you’d come back down,
Just for me
