SCRIBBLINGS : Assorted Poems

Once more into the breach of memories dear friends. I continue to reflect on old works as I chip away at my larger projects. When I was in college and eager to show the world I could write, I self-published a collection of poetry. I’m grateful that I published the book. It taught me a lot about writing, formatting, and ultimately failure. There are still some gems from my days of poetry that I can look back on and, despite being written by a much younger version of myself that thought they had a lot more about life figured out, don’t completely hate. Here are a few.

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Water Tower

The water tower of my hometown

Stands there tall. Alone.

Proud, but alone.

He was painted a rusty, pale blue

And age has brought out every hue.

My mother told tales of

When she was young

And could see the water tower from home,

Craning her neck to see the top.

And now, I can as well.

At night it glowed,

The electric lights haloed its

Frame, the angel in the dark.

In misty days it was a guide,

Barely piercing the veil of vapor.

But there it still was. A shepherd

Guiding the flock home.

At day, it rose above suburbia.

Aquarius, give this town life

And stand proud over everything

You can see.

I sometimes forgot he was there,

But he would smack my face,

Midday, when school let out

And after rambling about

I was partially lost.

Guide me home o’ water tower.

I pray my child’s town

Will be blessed with his brother,

One who’s just as firm

And just as kind.

For if not, I could try to do the job,

But my frame is papery flesh, and his was steel.

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Cloud Play

I lay on a hill.

A new day has begun.

The gleaming morning sky,

shows two pale clouds,

haloed by the brilliant sun.

The winds sweep across my face,

and the two cloud dance,

and slowly intertwine into one.

They beckon me,

longingly, 

to come play and have some fun.

If only I had wings 

to carry me higher;

until then I will chase clouds

as I run.

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Lies, Lies, Lies

Your words are soft and sweet,

to anyone that will hear.

Yet to everyone around you,

your forked tongue in plainly clear.

Your lies are small and tiny,

and begin to trickle out slow.

Yet as the days and months go by,

they pile up and grow.

One by one they are discovered,

and soon the others come.

Sure enough they all march forth,

to the beating of a drum.

You try to cover them with more,

but they turn and bite you back.

You learn how little lies often

foster hate that can attack.

And when the world has stopped spinning,

and you're all alone to cry,

you stop and suddenly realize...

No one is there to hear you lie.

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Float On

She floats on, free from the world,

forever dancing to the beat of

her heart.

Her beauty and fiery soul comes

forth for all to see,

and it ignites the minds

and bodies of those she touches.

Like summer,

her warmth brings life

to all around her,

and she moves about

like the wind,

flowing naturally,

with no worries as to where

her life leads.

I met her, 

long ago,

and she gracefully

danced

circles around me,

taunting me

with her aura.

I fell, like always,

for her grace

inspired my very

being.

Time has passed,

and while we are still close,

I was never able to catch her.

It is impossible,

like catching the wind with

one's bare hands.

For her spirit is free.

Many will try to catch her,

but she will simply 

float on,

forever dancing to the beat of her

heart.

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Snowfall

A gentle snow falls from

The heavens.

In the still of the night

It blankets the land.

A white cover to shield

It from dangers.

The pale light of the

Moon shines down,

Showing the mystical face

Of everything on earth.

The light, ever so soft,

Reflects off the snow

And causes the horizon

To sparkle.

They fall, like gentle

Sprites dancing on the

Wind, and when they

Reach the mortal

World, they become

One with all as

Shimmering diamonds.

Everything;

Trees, rocks, homes,

All are enveloped

In a layer of gems.

The sights is

Breathtaking. 

From the middle of

A field I watch

As the crystals glisten

In the lunar light.

And beckon me to 

Follow them into the distance.

The few breathes I manage

To take, turn to fog

In the cold.

They linger and then

Fade away; they are distant

Memories of myself.

They slowly drift away

In the field of white,

For here I am at peace.

The pure diamonds sparkle

In tune with my heart

As I slip into a 

Peaceful slumber.

So much beauty around me,

So awe inspiring to the soul,

And all I can muster to

Mutter in a low voice is,

“My God, the winter snows.”

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Beautiful Burnout

He finds himself

Mumbling, the words and

Wishes he cannot speak,

And sweat breaks out

Revealing his nerves to 

Be simply weak.

Yet an anxious love

Warms his heart to the

Point that it will swell and break,

Casting whispers against the

Wall of himself and all

The messes he will make.

A beautiful burnout

Gracefully sinking and

Lost in her wide eyes.

His rugged shape stuck

On the shore waits for the 

Kiss to pull back the sky.

Rushing waves of passion

Climb his neck and legs

As he’s swallowed in her grace.

He puts aside the fear

And embraces unnamable love

For anywhere with her is a sacred place.