A Few of White's Poems

[WhiteLightHeart]

Ohyanno, just posting some stuff. c:
I do occasionally write poetry, so I figured I might keep this little thread here for your amusement if you care to check out, critique, or just enjoy a bit of writing. I'm no pro as a poet, but I do try to play with my words in a way that is not only understandable, but relatable to my readers. I feel that in both my art, music, and literature, if you as a reader can find something in my work that might reflect or sound with you in some way, then I've been successful.

My apologies in advance if these topics occasionally tend to edge on some darker subjects, as some of them turn out to be vent-ish poems. They're there for the beauty of whatever they might be, though, and I hope you enjoy them either way. <3

Daylight
Written February 18th, 2014

Mine is the daylight,
My sunshine,
My Spring.
Those sweet waking hours when nightmares run away.
I roam as I please, I think as I please,
And those who do love me
Do join me in ease.

It's just when night falls,
When the sun slowly sinks,
When the skies yawn before we do
Into their quiet slumber.
Be it starlight, snow-flight, the pitter-pattering of rain,
The hushed sounds of warmth and sleep
File in, nose to tail, one by one.

It's just when night falls,
When all are at peace, these thoughts
These heavy thoughts, they walk back out from my mind,
Sit cross-legged on my tongue,
Lean comfortably between my eyes, at rest on my nose,
They cover my hands and scamper on my chest,
All I experience are these memories in my every sense.

No Daylight to chase them away,
No day-dwellers to pry the nightmares off of me,
No distractions.
I sleep with them, these thoughts invading my blankets,
Snickering and sharp as they play in my pillows.
It's the brooding, most silent sorts of commotion,
That keep me running all night.

When did my mind become a less pleasant place?
Must I be out of my mind--
To live with my mind?
It doesn't start like this, nor does it finish this way,
But I believe these thoughts get their playful vigor and lusting attachment
From the fact that the one earth-bound creature with the power to sweep them all away from me
Is not with me.

Bells ring and clocks chime, the sun pushes itself up onto its elbows.
With reluctance I sit up, every thought still clinging to me,
And I limp around with them.
Swallow them down with coffee and emails,
Dressed and outside again.
Those daylight creatures greet me again,
And I can forget those thoughts in my stomach, in the beauty of it, at least until the sun falls again.

Mine is the daylight,
My sunshine,
My Spring.
Those sweet waking hours when nightmares run away.
I roam as I please, I think as I please,
And those who do love me
Do join me in ease.

The moon was beautiful tonight.
Written March 13th, 2014

I stood for two hours in the sub-freezing weather tonight
While he tore me in half
And I told him who he was.
Between the anguish
We could actually laugh
At these teeth-baring truths
Or at life
And familiar faces
As they passed us by.

One ridiculed
For having
Too much compassion,
Too much loyalty,
Too much forgiveness,
Too much faith,
Too much fire to be extinguished by any amount of cold,
That stubborn, foolish beast.

One not knowing
Or knowing too well to know where to begin fixing it
What they are fighting in the end,
What they are losing in the end,
What they are giving up,
What they are killing,
What they're afraid of reaching out to save.
That stubborn, fallen king.

Watch me lean over,
Watch me spit the colors onto the pavement,
They'll freeze right here, just see for yourself.
A rainbow of betrayal
Sparkling with indifference.
Give me your words, we'll dress up
The colors of this rainbow,
A headdress of fire escapes
Shiny bangles of excuses
Two earrings of self-servingness and cruelty
And a decorative cocktail ring of memories (to be hidden away in pockets from any others who might see).
I'll tuck the extras behind my ear for later
When the colors stop and I'm just spitting blood.

But let's not linger on the details.
I couldn't feel my thighs, my teeth were icicles,
But I showed those teeth in laughter and in fury,
I'd even wondered what it might be like
To sink them into something warm
To give the pain back
As it told me I deserved better.

Running away works, too, though.

The parking lot is empty, now, it's been two hours.
I get what I want,
But it's foolish of me to ask for what I need,
So I split in half as he tells me goodbye.

He's driving off,
I stumble across an open field
My head to the stars in realization
I scream at them a little,
Bare my icy teeth all the while.

He's almost gone,
I flop back onto the pavement that I'd once called home
For four years.
My back freezes to it,
My frozen limbs splay out in a backward hug,
I'll just stay for a while.

The moon was beautiful tonight.

Don't do this to anyone, ever again.
Don't do this to anyone, ever again.
Don't do this to anyone, ever again.
Don't do this to anyone, ever again.
Don't do this to anyone, ever again.
Don't do this to anyone, ever again.
DON'T DO THIS TO ANYONE, EVER AGAIN.

The moon was beautiful tonight.

This Week
Written April 11th, 2014

I crossed paths with two damaged souls.
They walked very tall,
I could see their hair tickling tree leaves.
But then they sat down beside me,
Rolled up their sleeves and showed me
Their scars
Like lines in a novel.

My God, were they beautiful.
May I cradle them in my arms a little longer?

Emmanuel's Lament
Written April 15th, 2014

Why is that
In times of worry I
Fall back into your arms
(If they were there)?
Why is it the trumpet that calls alone
And silent?

Never the matter,
Never you will,
But sometimes I wonder how much it would mean
If I dared to say
Your name still passed my lips each night
In prayer.

I don't pray to you,
I don't pray for comfort in you,
Yet I find something pulling me back
A default
I once had.
Break this habit,
Shatter it, oh please,
Let it come to nothing
And be broken
At once.

Never the matter,
Never you will,
But sometimes I wonder how much it would mean
If I dared to say
Your name still passed my lips each night
In prayer.

Snowmelt
Written April 15th, 2014

Foolish ice, how dare you think
That fire is for you?

You're letting them touch your pages,
(It's just so warm,)
Crossing your mind each day,
(I'll stay just a bit longer,)
And you excuse it.
(It's a distraction from the past, I'll hold this close before I open my eyes.)

You tell yourself it's a repeat,
(It's like it was last year,)
So foolish and ill-fated,
(Spontaneous, so exquisite,)
And that it should be left behind.
(I'm waiting for my next sign from you. Where, where is it? I want to see!)

You fool, it could disappear as quickly as it came,
(Let's rush ahead,)
You're fragile as it is,
(It's helping me heal,)
It can't possibly be loyal.
(I'll be here for you, I won't leave, I'll be the rock for you, see?)

Look, you're panicking over their every step,
(I just need reassurance,)
The blood is rushing to your head, you'll melt,
(I just don't want to hear it over the ringing in my ears,)
You'll fall apart over nothing, be mended by nothing,
(Oh, but these little things mean so much...)

Have you realized this isn't yours?
(But, they looked at me so--)
This isn't yours?
(Give it time, it could--)
Yours?
(In time.)
Are you sure?
(In time.)
You fool.
(I know.)
But are you ashamed?
(...I cannot show it.)
It may not end well.

Silly ice, when will you learn
that fire isn't for you?

Fro-yo, Silks, and Introversion
Written April 29th, 2014

Honey, your sweetness finally became bitter on my tongue
And I should've known it would come to this all along.

I'll just hold my hazelnut candle.
Let me twirl my hair around my fingers.
No need to think of that.

You can see someone maul on the silver screen, they say it doesn't make you a killer,
But boy, I can't see your silhouette without keeling over, myself.

Oh, none of that--take a bite of this pineapple, child.
Sit back on a blanket in the sunlight, here's a spring wind to tug at my top.
Look anywhere else but those two lines.

You had a face, once, you know,
And steel blue eyes I've found a talent for plucking out of my memory.

Oh, but I can only recall a schoolboy's snaggly grin at a water fight,
That strip of silk, curled around a dried white rose, the corsage bereaved of her flowing dress.
I still have it by my bed, I sometimes wonder where it came from.

I actually don't sleep in that bed, I never sit in our spot on the sofa,
I could only go there to make the piano sing a little. My trumpet and I have long since departed to the mountains.

Now it's here you see,
What's split becomes connected,
It tried to run away,
But I might just find myself watching the door frame
And giggling at something stupid you said as it runs through my head.

I'm not a different person, but I feel like I have to suppress part of myself
So as to not suffocate under the settling dust.
It's as caught in disbelief as I am. Who knew dust could cover its mouth in shock?

It's been nice suppressing your memory,
Drowning you in someone else's scent.

Thank you for reading!
I'll be updating this (hopefully) as I write more. <3 Criticism is always welcome. c:

[AlphaEclipse]

I'm surprised no one has commented on this yet! I've been stalking this post for a few weeks now, and I must say that these are some very, very lovely poems.
I especially love your poem "The Moon was Beautiful Tonight" for it's emotional suspense and deep meaning. I also enjoyed reading the poem "Snowmelt." I'd really love to read more of your poems sometime. +Floof <3 Thank you for sharing.

[hugrf2]

I can't believe I didn't look into this earlier. I read through a couple of your poems on deviantART and whoa, I'm surprised. I'm even more impressed by the group of you poems here, especially Snowmelt; sounds like it could be a song, really alongside "The moon was beautiful to night"; The emotion in that is just gorgeous.

I think I'm going to just sum it up right there that I quite enjoy your poems, White, and I hope ye keep it up! <3

[PrettyReckless]

These are very wonderful, Whitey. <3
It is very impressive to read, as I know how much thought you need to put into poetry.
How much story and emotion it can behind it.
It's quite soothing to sit down and write poetry at times.
Hope to see more of your work.

[WhiteLightHeart]

Beep, updated. c8>

But ahhhh, thank you guys so much! <3 It really means a lot that you guys are enjoying my little thing-things. They are the same ones as I post on DA, but these are also less mixed in with other, unrelated journals (so it's all on one page here). I'll definitely be sure to update this as a write more, and thank you guys for the support. <3

[Shenidan]

Beautiful poem White! Im impressed by your skills! I truly enjoyed reading the whole poem, You did a good job!