19 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
03 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight
and maybe my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
~ Pablo Neruda
Two things I love about this guy:
1. His poetry
2. Saying his name, it sounds so cool… Pablo Neruda… Pablo Neruda… Pablo Neruda
29 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
Spiritual joys come only from solitude,
So the wise choose the bottom of the well,
For the darkness down there beats
The darkness up here.
He who follows at the heels of the world
Never saves his head.
15 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
My attempt at poetry. Admittedly this is not a style of writing I have ever done a lot in, but wanted to share my poem/song lyrics piece that I had to do for my creative writing unit last semester. It’s a gloomy day at home, I now feel like having another attempt at writing poetry after reading this piece.
Gifts that you gave to me
This rattle in my head and the bones that won’t mend
Are the gifts that you gave to me.
You say that you love me, words gripping me tightly
Til the lights flicker off and I’m empty.
Flowers smell sweetly, all drooping and dying.
The words they keep tumbling
More lying and crying, more breaking and hating.
Now everything’s gone but a shell.
Rain keeps on falling from eyes that are mourning
The loss of a heart to the sea.
But the tide rolls back in and so it begins
As you start with the gifts once again.
This time around it’s a shell, there’s no sound,
When the kicking and screaming set in.
Then the tide pulls away, while you say
That you love me and that you’ll come back again real soon.
Please won’t you come back real soon.
Now you are gone and the gifts that you gave me still bite, cut and hate me,
As the words rattle on through the sea.
Bones still won’t mend, but it doesn’t matter in the end.
Cause the last gift you left was a shell.
Floating in the sea with no sound is a shell.