Blogger seems a bit outdated these days, is it just me? Anyway, I'm thinking of moving to some new digs. Tumblr has always been good to me, so I'm considering kind of switching everything here to there.
The hardest part (or, I guess, the biggest decision) for me would be deciding whether to repost everything here onto the new digs- not that that would be too hard, there's only like 23 posts already and not all poetry.
but it's not like anyone still reads this anyway lololol.
So yeah... just me talking to myself. NBD.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Tomorrow's Song
[Backstory: Jon Foreman, singer/songwriter for Switchfoot, challenged himself and his fans to each write a song of their own with the title “Tomorrow’s Song.” Here are the results of my last-minute efforts. ^_^ I also only wrote a couple verses and a chorus, so it’s definitely not a full song and it certainly needs polishing… but enough excuses. Here goes.]
Tomorrow’s Song
Verse 1
Teardrops resound in a melody
The haunting accompaniment
Torn from her grief-swollen eyes
The cruel refrain
A chorus of pain
The heartbreaking melody of today
Chorus
Maybe tomorrow’s song will be brighter
Tell me, is the journey ahead any lighter?
Everything’s wrong until hope comes along
A voice unexpected, I’m fighting to sing
To the music of tomorrow’s song
Verse 2
Heroes and saints, help me to hear
The beauty in dissonance, tell me again
Is it heaven or hell
The force that compels me
One lonely soul can’t sing this alone
Saturday, June 19, 2010
So there, world.
I would write a poem
But the editor who lives
inside my head
won't let it out.
"This sentence
just sounds plain wrong.
The rhythm
is like a worn-out jeep.
And what a terrible
simile."
And that's why
I'm here to say
I can't write a poem
today.
But the editor who lives
inside my head
won't let it out.
"This sentence
just sounds plain wrong.
The rhythm
is like a worn-out jeep.
And what a terrible
simile."
And that's why
I'm here to say
I can't write a poem
today.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Mosaic
This poem sounds way more melancholy than how I am currently feeling. But I felt like posting it now, so here goes. Not very edited nor my best poetry, but whatevs. ;)
Mosaic
Raindrops on the window
can collide, slide
down the window
together, merged in a graceful duet.
But a single strike
scatters, splits, strands.
In this mosaic,
patterns shift
drifting just out of reach
slipping away as you
set a finger on them.
When the picture is nearly
complete
Careless gusts destroy
progress, and the
process begins again.
Mosaic
Raindrops on the window
can collide, slide
down the window
together, merged in a graceful duet.
But a single strike
scatters, splits, strands.
In this mosaic,
patterns shift
drifting just out of reach
slipping away as you
set a finger on them.
When the picture is nearly
complete
Careless gusts destroy
progress, and the
process begins again.
Monday, April 19, 2010
A word count to make up for the past 8 months
Wow, it's been a while. I'm sorry I haven't posted in ages. I never really forgot about this blog; I just haven't been in a poetry writing mode for a while. So I may have lost all my readers... but that's okay. This blog is mostly here for my own benefit anyway. I'm not going to promise I'm going to start posting regularly again, because frankly I don't expect that to happen. But I will try to write poetry a bit more often... Today I wrote my first complete poem in *months*. I don't think I've written anything (poetry-wise) since I got to college. Sort of sad, but I've been having so many great experiences in the last almost 8 months that I don't regret it.
I'm re-reading some of my old poems right now. Not to sound conceited or anything, but my former self wrote some pretty good poems back in the day. Heh, to me that doesn't feel like bragging (although I'm sure it sounds like it to the rest of you) because it feels like such a different person wrote those poems. Just thinking about how far I've come... it seems a bit ridiculous just how much I've changed. A lot of that is, I'm sure, interior change, and maybe my old acquaintances from back home won't see those changes very much. But I know *I* can see them.
That's why I never deleted this blog, even though I remembered it and realized that I never posted in it anymore. No matter how much I change, I didn't want to forget all that I had come through to get to the point where I am now. High school kind of sucked for me. Actually, it sucks more in retrospect, if that makes any sense. At the time, I just got kind of used to the suckiness and went along with it, assuming I could never really improve in that situation. But now that I've been at college for 8 months and met some of the most amazing, funny, talented, kind, attractive (heh), caring, and genuine people around, I look back on my high school years and mentally cringe.
In fact, I never have really told any of my friends (even the awesome ones here at school) the "truth" about my high school years- how I had no close friends, except for ones who I had never met face-to-face (note: some of those people in the latter category are still some of my best friends); how the Christians I knew were often colder and less caring than the hardened atheists I knew; how I was probably way closer to depression at the time than I ever realized.
Those are probably the most honest sentences I have possibly ever written. The thing is, I am really insecure still and am afraid that people will write me off as a mental case when they read this, or think I'm just some loser who didn't have any friends in high school (which may or may not be true, I guess, depending on your point of view). There have been a few chances when a braver me might have told her new good friends about it- like telling my friends how my birthday will suck this year because it's right after I come home from school, and there are literally only one or two people back at home (outside of family) that I legitimately want to celebrate it with. But I still can't trust anyone- or rather, myself- enough to take that step. I've been hurt plenty of times, enough that when chances like that come, I would much rather retreat into myself and keep the old hurt inside rather than open up and possibly be rejected again.
Reading this, I *do* probably sound like a bit of a loser. :P It's like a part of me I feel like I can't shake. No matter how much I change, I'd never feel really close to anyone unless I shared this part of my life; on the other hand, I'm too protective of myself and my feelings to open up and let anyone in like that.
I doubt anyone who knows me personally (either at home or at school) reads this and/or has connected the dots as to my true identity. So at this point I feel like this blog is largely insignificant in regards to my relationship with others. But I am seriously considering posting a revised version of this on Facebook. I think it might be good for me to let go some of these emotions described above that I've kept bottled up inside. But on the other hand, I don't want to post something like this and then have people be like, "Whoa, TMI, why is this girl posting her life story on Facebook when I don't even care?" So I'll have to think about that a bit.
But in the meantime, this has been really useful. I totally wasn't planning to write over 800 words when I started this post. But sometimes the impromptu things are that much better than the planned ones?...
Anyway, I should be posting an actual poem pretty soon. Like I said, first one I've written in ages. And hopefully I won't go all school year without posting another one. Thank you to all who have read through this all... and even if you didn't, I'll never know, so hey! what does it matter?
God bless, all.
~Daisy
I'm re-reading some of my old poems right now. Not to sound conceited or anything, but my former self wrote some pretty good poems back in the day. Heh, to me that doesn't feel like bragging (although I'm sure it sounds like it to the rest of you) because it feels like such a different person wrote those poems. Just thinking about how far I've come... it seems a bit ridiculous just how much I've changed. A lot of that is, I'm sure, interior change, and maybe my old acquaintances from back home won't see those changes very much. But I know *I* can see them.
That's why I never deleted this blog, even though I remembered it and realized that I never posted in it anymore. No matter how much I change, I didn't want to forget all that I had come through to get to the point where I am now. High school kind of sucked for me. Actually, it sucks more in retrospect, if that makes any sense. At the time, I just got kind of used to the suckiness and went along with it, assuming I could never really improve in that situation. But now that I've been at college for 8 months and met some of the most amazing, funny, talented, kind, attractive (heh), caring, and genuine people around, I look back on my high school years and mentally cringe.
In fact, I never have really told any of my friends (even the awesome ones here at school) the "truth" about my high school years- how I had no close friends, except for ones who I had never met face-to-face (note: some of those people in the latter category are still some of my best friends); how the Christians I knew were often colder and less caring than the hardened atheists I knew; how I was probably way closer to depression at the time than I ever realized.
Those are probably the most honest sentences I have possibly ever written. The thing is, I am really insecure still and am afraid that people will write me off as a mental case when they read this, or think I'm just some loser who didn't have any friends in high school (which may or may not be true, I guess, depending on your point of view). There have been a few chances when a braver me might have told her new good friends about it- like telling my friends how my birthday will suck this year because it's right after I come home from school, and there are literally only one or two people back at home (outside of family) that I legitimately want to celebrate it with. But I still can't trust anyone- or rather, myself- enough to take that step. I've been hurt plenty of times, enough that when chances like that come, I would much rather retreat into myself and keep the old hurt inside rather than open up and possibly be rejected again.
Reading this, I *do* probably sound like a bit of a loser. :P It's like a part of me I feel like I can't shake. No matter how much I change, I'd never feel really close to anyone unless I shared this part of my life; on the other hand, I'm too protective of myself and my feelings to open up and let anyone in like that.
I doubt anyone who knows me personally (either at home or at school) reads this and/or has connected the dots as to my true identity. So at this point I feel like this blog is largely insignificant in regards to my relationship with others. But I am seriously considering posting a revised version of this on Facebook. I think it might be good for me to let go some of these emotions described above that I've kept bottled up inside. But on the other hand, I don't want to post something like this and then have people be like, "Whoa, TMI, why is this girl posting her life story on Facebook when I don't even care?" So I'll have to think about that a bit.
But in the meantime, this has been really useful. I totally wasn't planning to write over 800 words when I started this post. But sometimes the impromptu things are that much better than the planned ones?...
Anyway, I should be posting an actual poem pretty soon. Like I said, first one I've written in ages. And hopefully I won't go all school year without posting another one. Thank you to all who have read through this all... and even if you didn't, I'll never know, so hey! what does it matter?
God bless, all.
~Daisy
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Little bird
When your silver song is drowned
By the roar of anger
or a rush of accusation
Sing out, little bird
Sing out.
If the headwind is strong
and your wings are weary
Duck your head
And sing out, little one
Sing out.
The rain hits like bullets
and the gale pierces like ice.
But dig deep for strength, push on
And sing out, dear one
Sing out.
By the roar of anger
or a rush of accusation
Sing out, little bird
Sing out.
If the headwind is strong
and your wings are weary
Duck your head
And sing out, little one
Sing out.
The rain hits like bullets
and the gale pierces like ice.
But dig deep for strength, push on
And sing out, dear one
Sing out.
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