So Call Me Stupid But… – 15 November 2015

November 14, 2015 at 9:11 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , )

I’d rather be depressed than indifferent.

I’d rather be angry than jaded.

I’d rather see humanity for what it is and hope to change it

Than give up before I’ve tried.

I’d rather die knowing I’ve helped people

Than live a thousand lives at others’ expense.

Call me naïve,

Call me young,

Call me what you will.

But I’d rather leave the world a better place

Than how I found it.

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Vines

March 10, 2011 at 8:17 am (Sonnets) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

For love, I gave my heart and lost my head.

One look from him was all that I desired,

But still I ran from him – dry-eyed, I fled.

Fear of the future, of secrets – I risked fire –

Soul burning agony. All for freedom.

But there was no freedom in that dark place –

More pain. More chains. More fear. And now, no him,

No love to save me, and so I must perish.

Perish pining, darkly burning in strife!

Regret consumed me. Overwhelmed my soul.

In wandering thoughts I laid down my life,

I let my wits away, and gave up control.

But my knight arrived and in his hand took mine –

Too late my mind was caught in sorrow’s vine.

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Bones

May 3, 2010 at 12:02 am (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Mistaken-

She tells me to put

my heart in a box.

She thinks the sight

pains me

but it doesn’t.

It confuses me.

I don’t understand

why these bleak and barren bones

make other people sad-

why it causes them pain.

***I wrote this after watching an episode of Bones where the lovely forensic anthropologist, Dr. Brennan, tells Zack he has to put his heart in a box when looking at the remains of a murdered child. I think the poem speaks for itself.

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