Poignant Poetry Play

I did some more poetry experimentation.  I found a website that generates poems for you, and I tweaked them a bit to create my own works. Hope you enjoy! :)

Endless Sparkle

Stumble on to Hawaii,

A palace to get drunk on sunny summer,

Where wide waves wash ashore,

And above us

 only sapphire sky.

 

Snow Angel

 

In a meadow of snowy twilight,

I find you.

 

The moonlight sets a spotlight on your face

And a shiver down my spine.

The stars above sparkle in your eyes,

Glowing even brighter than the glistening snow.

 

 

I’ve never seen someone so beautiful

And pure.

You enchant me.

 

I reach out

To touch your delicate hand,

But you disappear with a flutter of wings,

Leaving behind merely an imprint of your form in the snow

And a warmth in my heart.

 

Snowflakes

Softly floating,

Caressing my face,

Crystals of soft satin

Fall gracefully to the ground.

The world is saturated in silence,

An enchanting, pure silence of magic wonder,

As the snow slowly wraps itself around me.                             

Distance

 

 

I wish distance didn’t exist.

I could be with you right now, holding you tight,

And feeling your hand in mine,

But distance keeps me from you.

We’re so close, and still so far.

I remember love.

 I remember the way we laughed. 

I remember memories of magical moments in time.

 But most of all,

I remember you.

Barbie, Ken, and Juliet: Act 2, Scene 2

After searching for what seems like forever, I finally find Lindsay in the girls’ bathroom.  She’s looking in the mirror, fixing her makeup.  She doesn’t notice me at first until she catches a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.  Lindsay then turns and glares at me.  I can tell that she’s been crying because her eyes are red and puffy, and mascara is running down her face.  It’s a whole new experience to see her like this; I’ve never seen her cry.  Lindsay is pretty much always completely composed and gorgeous.

“What do you want?” she barks.  “You want to come and rub it in my face that Alex wants you and not me?”

“No, Stephanie, of course not,” I say quickly.  “Alex and I have been looking for you.  We want to apologize.”

“Sure, whatever,” Lindsay says, rolling her eyes. 

“I mean it,” I say.  “I know we can’t exactly change what happened or make up for it, but we know that what we did was wrong, and we’re truly sorry.”  Lindsay doesn’t respond.  Instead she turns her back to me and stares blankly at the opposite wall.  I sigh and try again.  “Lindsay, I don’t know what else to say to you except that I’m really sorry.  I know I should’ve stopped myself, but you know how much I love Alex and how I’ve had a crush on him since junior high.  I just wish you would’ve taken my feelings into account before you went and knowingly started dating my crush.  It’s really been hard on me, seeing you with him.”

“What about me?” Lindsay asks indignantly.  “Do you think seeing Alex and you making out wasn’t hard on me, too?  I mean, he’s my boyfriend, for God’s sake!”

“I’m not saying that at all,” I say.

“Then what are you saying?” Lindsay asks.

I bite my lip and frantically search my mind for the right words.  “What I’m trying to say is we’ve both hurt each other, and…well…I thought maybe we could both forgive each other and try to move on.”

Lindsay turns around and faces me, a dead-serious and determined expression on her face.  “I might be able to forgive you, Celia, but I can’t forgive Alex unless he actually apologizes to my face.”

“I completely understand,” I say.  “I’ll go find him.”  With that, I dash off on another search.  This time being a search for the accused, not the victim, though he may become a victim too pretty soon…

  

But I Love You

 

 

Infuriating and controlling,

You scare me away, but I always come back for more.

I know I shouldn’t,

But I love you.

Maybe it’s your piercing blue eyes

That see into my soul. 

Or it’s your gorgeous smile

That lights up the world.

I’d give anything

To see your face.

There’s just something about you.

I know I shouldn’t, 

But I love you.   

My parents disapprove,

My friends dislike,

And others judge.

They just don’t understand.

And they tell me that I shouldn’t,

But I still love you.

We’re so far apart, but you’re always in my mind,

Ever so close, on the surface of every thought I have.

I don’t know a lot of things,

But I do know this:

You’re beautiful,

I miss you,

And, most of all, I love you.

 I know I should.

Poetry Experimentation!

I was having a difficult time coming up with new poems, so I decided to experiment with different types of poems.  "Nature Notes" is a Haiku, and "Persistent Poetry" is a Limerick. They're far from the best pieces of work I've done, but it was a fun experiment nonetheless.

 

Nature Notes

 

A white birch tree stands.

Its white skin peels off in strips,

Love notes to the earth.

 

 

 

Persistent Poems

 

 

Running, leaping, soaring, climbing

Even, ever, always rhyming.

Poems are so very varied.

You never know where they’ll get carried.

Poems, poems, never diming.

Barbie, Ken, and Juliet: Act 2, Scene 1

For a while I just stand in silence and stare at him, still not believing my eyes.  How could this possibly be real?  I mean, hanging out with me is one thing, but agreeing to kiss me is quite another.  Not that I disapprove of the idea…

“Please…tell me what you’re thinking,” Alex says, biting his bottom lip and shifting his feet back and forth.

“Well…I…I’m surprised,” I say weakly.  “I’m also a little confused.  Why didn’t you tell me who you were, and most of all, why aren’t you with Lindsay?”

Alex takes a deep breath and gulps before looking into my eyes with such intensity that my heart begins to race again.  “I didn’t tell you who I was because I knew that if you realized who I was, then we wouldn’t have felt able to connect like we did.  I know Lindsay is my girlfriend, but you’re my best friend, Celia, and…well… I have a confession to make: whenever I’m with her, all I can think about is you.”

 After saying that last bit, Alex escapes from my gaze, blushing and looking down at the ground.  He looks so adorable that I can’t help myself: with butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I shakily reach my hand out and gently touch his face.  Alex looks up in surprise, and our eyes meet.   I suddenly realize that the phrase about eyes being “windows to the soul” is definitely true.  As I gaze into Alex’s deep blue eyes, I see the most pure and beautiful soul that I’ve ever, and most likely will ever, see.  In that moment, all of my doubt and fear fades away, and we share a kiss that seems to make time stop.  Fireworks go off in my brain and the whole room disappears.  All I taste, all I feel, and all I see is Alex.  The moment seems to both last forever and yet end far too soon as we eventually part. 

We remain standing very close to each other, so close that I can still feel the heat of his body and hear his shallow breaths.  Before I can decide to kiss him again, however, a cry of anger rises above the crowd.  Startled, I turn away slightly from Alex, attempting to discover where the sound had come from.  I feel my face turn pale when I find out who had sent out the cry: Lindsay.  She is several feet away, plunging knives into us with her eyes.  I peer around at Alex and see that he looks like he’s just seen a ghost.

“What the hell are you doing?” Lindsay asks.  Not knowing which of us she’s talking to, neither Alex nor I answer.  Lindsay sighs in frustration.  “Oh.  I see how it is. You’ve both plotted against me!  It’s one thing for you to do this to me Alex, but my best friend?!  This is just too much.”

I start to open my mouth to respond, but before I can utter one word, Lindsay struts away with her head held high in disgust.  Neither Alex nor I attempt to go after her; we just silently watch her disappear into the crowd.  I feel guilty, but not, at the same time.  I know that Alex cheated on Lindsay and that she has a right to be angry, but the fact that she started dating him as soon as she found out I liked him still really pisses me off.  Lindsay thought that we were best friends, and I thought we were best friends too, but I suddenly realize that what we had was not friendship.  A true friend does not take her true love away from her, I think to myself, but then I inwardly gasp as I become conscious of the fact that I kind of did the same thing to her just now.  I look over at Alex, and he looks even guiltier than I do.

“I better go find Lindsay,” Alex says.  He takes in a shaky breath of air, and his shoulders slump as he gazes down at the ground.  Instead of pity, I’m filled with anger as I look at Alex.

“Yeah, you better,” I say, suddenly bitter.  “You screwed everything up, you know that, right?”

Alex winces and cowers, wringing his hands.  “I know.  I’m really sorry, Celia.”

“Being sorry doesn’t exactly cut it though, does it?  If you would’ve asked me out in the first place, none of this would’ve happened,” I say, sighing and pressing a hand to my temple.  There’s a pounding in my head, and I feel like I might explode from all the emotions I’m feeling.  I know I shouldn’t be so hard on Alex because I’m partly to blame too, but I don’t want to face that fact.  I’m desperately trying to push it out of my mind. 

“Well, what do you want me to say?” Alex asks, waving his arms around violently.  I’m taken aback by his sudden switch in mood.  “I messed up.  I know.  You don’t need to shove it in my face.”

Unbidden tears of anger and hurt fill my eyes.  I try to hastily brush them away and hide my face before Alex can see, but I don’t do a good enough job because he notices.  His brow smoothes over and a look of concern comes over his face.

“Oh, Celia,” Alex says, cupping his hand around my face and lifting it up so he can look me in the eyes.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

I blush and can’t help but smile, feeling his warm hand on my face and his eyes melting into mine.  He has such an effect over me.  It’s impossible to stay mad at him, and I guess I must have a similar effect over him.

“I know.  I’m just a little emotional right now, I guess,” I say.  “Sorry-”

“Don’t be,” he interrupts.  “I’m the one who really needs to be sorry.”  He releases his hold on my face and turns away.  “I need to talk to Lindsay.  I won’t be able to live with myself until I do.  I’ll talk to you later.” Alex begins to walk away, but I stop him.

“Wait,” I call out.  “Let me come with you.”

Alex turns to face me with a look of uncertainty.  “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he says.  “That might piss her off even more if she sees me with you again.”

“Yeah, but I need to apologize, too,” I persist.  “And if we go to her together, then we’ll both be there to support each other.  I don’t think I can do this alone, and I definitely don’t want you to do this on your own.  It’s not just you who is to blame, I’m to blame as well.”

Alex sighs resignedly.  “It’s not your fault, but if you want to come with me I suppose you can.  I probably wouldn’t be able to stop you from coming with me even if I wanted to.  You’re so stubborn.”  He sighs again but then gives me a small, appreciative smile.  “Thanks though, Celia.  I appreciate it.”

I smile and squeeze his hand.  “No problem.  Let’s go.  We can do this.”  …I hope.