Friday, November 13, 2015

Napoleon {Animal Farm}

The minds of thee are so easy to bend
List’ning to absurd orders without say
Such creatures can’t tell if I’m foe or friend
When I shall fall, I’ll never see the day

For with an iron fist I’ll always rule  
As a boar with a plan so they shan’t see
That none are really much more than a fool
Even though they’re all the servants of me

The windmill distracted them like the plan
So I could saunter in and turn the tide
Now they’re my hooves, especially the man
Frozen in fear when rebellions died

For I’d rather work with humans, it’s true

Than suffer in hell with the lot of you

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Outro

I fade into the outro
Blocked by the sound of people
Making their way to each other
Busy movements mask my disappearance
As I wander to look for purpose
The people never notice
Everyone is too busy looking through life
To pay attention to a minor figure in the shadows
But in the crowds I lose what I knew
And I quickly join the crowds
Without questioning whether this shall stick 
But I fade completely
Looking for a faux purpose
When I had known what I was to be

Melted Silver

I have sat here
For what will have seemed
To be but one thousand years
Trying to phrase how I feel
But my tongue of silver
Melts to be recast later
When I try to utter a word
I think it's the way your hair falls
And the bony structure of your hands
So thin yet sturdy
As much as the intelligence gleaming
Behind the reflection in your eyes
And the witty sense of humour
Rolling like the waves from your mouth
But you turn my head to melted silver
Where I keep the words to describe you best
You melt my heart to a state of security
Where to you I will rest the worries of my head
And you recast my very being
Making me far greater than before
For it is in fact you
That I have fallen for

The Tale of the Sunflower

I sat there once upon a morning
Observing the world as it truly was
When the little whisper of a flower
Caused me to turn in awe
Where it was rooted longingly
Wishing for others to notice
That it was there
And it was alive but alas
They all stayed in their busy lives
And the flower cried at last
"Tis true I may be odd
And taller than the rest
But please give me a chance to shine
And I'll give it my best
For the lonely heart rooted within
Can only shrivel now
For rooted in me is a saddened heart
And to lighten it, I don't know how"
But no one except for I turned
Or even heard her song
And she bowed her head in defeat
And cried through the night long
Until the very morning next
The golden rays awoken
And the Sun lifted her face
In which these were spoken
"Darling girl please don't cry
They simply cannot see
That what lays within your very soul
Is extraordinary beauty
Let me here dry your tears
And stay forevermore
For I will listen to thee
And love you from shore to shore" 
I watched this very exchange
Which made her heart soar
And she now spends her time looking at him
With love older than folklore

More Poetry

How does one adequately
Measure the amount of worth someone
Has to them?
Does that task require every
Drop of water in existence throughout
Galaxies upon galaxies til far out space
And sand covering the seafloor to the
Smallest sandbox in a child's backyard?
Would one need to count every
Animal of every specie, discovered and unknown
Each and every strand of hair
Is everything in existence needed to be counted
To have an idea of what one's worth to another?
The task is daunting and long
 But to have an idea it must be done
Though it's far greater than that and the
Sum of their parts
To know how much you mean
To me
It's far greater than the strength of any storm
Or any problem thrown our way
For darling, I love you
Through all our days
And this may be too much to ask but
Do you  love me the same?

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Insect in a Jar

 To be entirely honest to all
As mine his heart shall never be won
For free spirits cannot be captured by
A container so plain as I
Each time I gain an insect of a sort
Captured within my simple jar
Adding beauty and wonder to my thoughts
But against the sides they all fought
It seems to me that my life shan't resolve
In love of ye olden tales or it at all
My life is to be spent as a wandering soul
For of this jar I have no control
The bugs fly in to simply want out
If that's what romance is all about
I shall cast it up into the wind
Where the dice and cards will truly spin
Until my fate tumbles to the ground
Shattering my jar without a sound
For insects aren't meant to be trapped in glass
Because superficial looks won't always last
Insects are meant to fly free
And if it's true they'll return to thee
I cannot keep his heart in a jar
If I do he'll love another from afar
Sleep shall come and I'll wistfully dream
That he had eyes entirely for me

Oh Look A Poem {Cute}

To be called cute
Is to simplify everything I ever want to be
Down to basic attributes and personality quirks
Never have I wanted to be cute
All goals have been to burn down the world with my words
And memorize it with my smile
I dream to be able to remove problems of old
And start a society anew
Folding me down into cute
Cancels out all I ever wish
Never have I
Or will I
Pass to be labelled as cute.
Because I'm not
Nor will I ever be
I want to be beautiful
Beautiful people change lives for the better
And that's what I aspire to do
To change the norm
Inspire all around
And do what no one else is brave enough to do
But that seems to far fetched
I'm just a young girl from a small town
So call me cute if you will
It's better to be simplified
Than not at all
In this ever impressive world.