Pain

So I've been suffering writer's block, or maybe just plain un-inspiration lately, but I finally forced myself to write something. I hear that's the best cure, or first step towards a cure, for writer's block.
The inspiration for this one comes from a lot of places, I guess. I was listening to "Move Along" by the All-American Rejects today, so that's where a lot of it comes from, and it also just comes from those times where you're trying to get over something pretty painful- in my case, it's usually some hopeless crush that I know is going to go nowhere. While it hurts when you realize that and start trying to move past it, eventually you get to a point where you can turn around and realize it was for the better. :) Oh and PS, sorry if this isn't that great. I really just wrote this poem to get my creative juices flowing, and didn't give much time to critiquing or anything.

Pain (I'm not really feeling the creativity in this title here... sorry, haha.)

The hurt
is sharp
and strong.

Don’t stop
Just move
Push along

While it’s tough
And bitter
And real

These wounds
Will prove quick
To heal.

Spinning

They say
The crazy people
don't know they are.

If I think I'm losing it,
does that mean
I'm not?

Rescuers

This is the final poem for my poetry class this year. (Hopefully that doesn't mean the last poem for this blog!) ;) It's a poem of gratitude, and it's addressed to you, dear Switchfoot boardie friends. :) I find it ironic that as I'm posting this, the song "Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own" by U2 came on my iTunes... appropriate!

Rescuers

When you found me,
I was underwater
Drowning
Crushed under the thick, blue, immovable
solitude.
Every rejection
Ignored speech
Snide look
Silence
Held me down like a vise.
The solid, black
alone
was my merciless prison
And no one would give me
the key.

Along came you
Thrusting a life preserver into my
Grasping hands
Pushing words
Where none existed
Turning the key
Opening my prison
My crutch, support, lifeline

Thank you.

Just a Dime

Sorry it's been sooooo long since I last posted! I hope I didn't lose all my readers by being absent for so long. I was out of town for a while (playing at Carnegie Hall! no joke!), and I haven't had much time to write poetry lately. But here's an assignment from this week's class! We had to use some object as the basis of the poem, some object which was a symbol of something in our own life. Like if a certain flower had a special significance to you because your first boyfriend gave it to you or whatever. (haha I just made that example up.) Anyway, so your poem had to be about this object.
Anyway, this poem is about a dime which I picked up off the floor at the Fiction Family concert in February, the first time I met Jon Foreman. *heart flutters* ;) It's pretty self-explanatory, so read on!

Just a Dime

It’s just a dime
Ten cents only
Can’t buy anything with it
alone
It’s the smallest of its counterparts
Ten small cents
Ten years old
Dull and dim
So why is it
still sitting
on my dresser?

It’s not there for the
ten cents
But for
The memories

I spotted it lying
On the floor
As I waited to meet
My hero, favorite singer, musician
Anxious, looking for something to
Occupy my shaking hands
I pick it up,
fiddle with it,
slip it in my pocket.

Later that night, I pull it out again
Grin
And set it apart from
every other dime

Every day when I see that
Insignificant
miniscule coin
The memories flood back
I smile and
remember.

I'm alive (mostly)

Sorry I haven't posted anything in a few days. I've been inundated with school this week- we're about halfway through the quarter, so all my teachers decided to give us midterms/tests/speeches due this or the next week. Actually, the only class that didn't assign something was poetry- our teacher thought we'd be a little busy this time of year. So that's why I don't have anything to post currently! :) I've also been feeling a little writers-block-ish lately. Hopefully once this week passes I can write a little something more.

Self-Portrait

Another assignment here! Based on the poem Fast-Talking Woman, don't remember who it's by. Anyway. This was supposed to be a poem about one's self, with a bit of a faster pace. I kinda like describing myself. :D

Self-Portrait

What am I?

The hopeless romantic
that's me.
Mind in the clouds
(In spite of life
or perhaps because of it?)
I think about love
(but am not in it)
No, that's wrong
I am in love
with music.

The artist
That's me as well
My fingers walk along
A sidewalk of black and white;
My perfume of choice is
Rosin and wood varnish
(Life without music
Is a desert.)

What else?
A contradiction
Order reigns on the job
(bedroom blanketed with clutter)
Words are few
(smiles are plenty)
Switchfoot on my iPod
(as well as Saint-Saens)
Trip over my own Keds
(yet still love dancing)

Is this me?
I can't tell
Add some intangibility.
Perhaps:
Dreamer,
musician,
contradiction,
and something more.

Tada!

Well, here I am! Welcome to my humble e-abode. As I mentioned in the "about me" of my profile, I started this blog for a couple reasons:

1. I wanted a place dedicated to my fledgling attempts at poetry.
2. When writing this poetry, I didn't want to be hampered by my thoughts of, "what would my friends think when they read this poem?" So I 'neglected' to tell the people I see regularly about this blog. (Also, partially because I don't think they really care.) So you boardie friends, consider yourself among the privileged, because I told you about this blog! ;)
3. I like writing blogs.

So I'm not that great at poetry yet. I just started doing it seriously a few months ago, and ended up signing up for a class called Writing Poetry this quarter at school. I've learned a lot from that class, and maybe this way I can keep those skills I've learned in use. Anyway, don't expect this poetry to be very great. I like to sort of wing it when writing poetry, because I think whenever I try to use a real "form" like a sonnet or whatever, it sounds really weird or cartoony. :P So you'll see a lot- if not all- free form.

You may also see a lot of Switchfoot references. For those of you who may have discovered this blog who don't know me previously, Switchfoot is my favorite band. EVER. In fact, the title of this blog is taken from a Switchfoot song, and the web address is from a quote by lead singer Jon Foreman. So if you don't like SF, you better not tell me! ;) Another great musical influence of mine is Anberlin/Stephen Christian.

Well, that's about it. I just recently discovered I could watch the show Lost online for free, and since I've never seen it, I decided to start watching it a few days ago. I am officially addicted now. I'm about 2/3 of the way through season 1, pretty fun stuff.

Anyway. Peace and blessings, all! God bless.