Writings

Once upon a time I used to write. A lot. Mostly poetry (being an emo teenager, it's the fashion), but some prose. All of it was in my Junior year creative writing class '98 - '99. I got excellent grades in this class...but I think my teacher worried about me. I'm not sure why.

This piece is from 4/14/99, we had to choose an emotion to write about. Others chose joy, love, happiness. Me? I chose betrayal, heh.


"Betrayal is the emotion that you feel when someone has been unfaithful to you, or has disappointed you in some way, big or small. Someone has deceived, lied, cheated and generally misled you. That's betrayal. It has often been described like a knife that slices through your heart, a chair that's been pulled out from under you, a bucket of water that has been thrown over you. So many other feelings make up and come with this emotion. Hurt, sadness, anger and an overwhelming confusion. You are confused as to why the person has betrayed you. That is the biggest question: why? What reason on earth could bring a person to break another's trust? There are limitless reasons. Money is a common reason; so is love, hate, power, or a cheap laugh. But no reason is ever truly good enough to be unfaithful to someone who trusts you. People such as your spouse, your friend, your partner, your teammate can betray you. Betrayal is a gut-wrenching emotion, and I have felt it by so many, I have resolved never to make anyone else feel it."

Too bad My Chemical Romance wasn't around back then, I'd probably have taken to it like a duck to water. The rest are poems.




9/28/98 - Ice Princess


A single light
in utter darkness.
All around me an alien world.

The Ice Princess
stands firm and proud
Guarding the doorway of my heart.

Inside,
Burning tears
pour forth with wanting, aching need.

Outside
a stone cold face
betrays no haunting dagger-like emotions.

An innocent soul
that knows too much.
To be wild or fly so free.

Bitter Ice Princess
standing inside.
Doomed to remain inside my heart
Protecting it and me
Forever.


This next one's a bit longer, more of a ballad of sorts, except it's not meant to be sung.


10/12/98 - The Lovers

The Lord and his Lady
Danced so sweetly.
Doves flew freely
As the pair were married.

Laughing ever so gaily
Their love shone like a beacon.
He was her Romeo
And she his Juliet.

The Lord and his Lady
Lived in their castle.
The stone walls were built with care
And reinforced with love.

A month passed, then two,
The news spread like wildfire.
The lovers' joy was multiplied,
The Lady was with child.

Their life was a fairy tale
Full of bliss.
But like all fairy tales
It came to an end too soon.

One stormy night
The Lord led his army.
Dark forces
Threatened his lands.

The Lady stood at her window,
Watching her champion leave.
As the tears started to fall,
A breathless prayer went up.

The Lord fought well,
Yearning to be with his beloved.
His sword gleamed
As it sliced through his enemies.

But at last the end
Finally came.
He was victorous and
So marched home proudly.

The castle stood firm
On the grassy hill.
As the Lord drew closer,
A pang hit him.

In his heart he knew
Something was wrong.
Screaming his Lady's name,
He charged into the castle.

He ran and ran
Until he stopped at last.
Within the master bedroom
There she was.

A dagger in her stomach
And one through her heart.
An assassin's work,
A job well done.

Howls, screams, sounds
Came from the Lord's throat.
His wife and child
Lifeless.

Sobbing tears of rage and grief,
He gently removed both daggers.
Quickly his hands plunged
The tools of murder into himself.

With the Lord's last breath
He lays beside her.
Taking his gentle Lady's hand
He dies with her.

The Lord and his Lady
Are dancing so sweetly.
Reunited in death by love,
The Gentle Lady and her Faithful Lord.

There were a few others I wanted to post but I can't find them yet. The main reason I have posted them is because I'm feeling the urge to write. I have to have inspiration, and now that I have it, I wrote something yesterday. I was encouraged to post it here, so what the hell.


Blossom

The seed is planted
Beneath the ground it waits.
For the right time
For the right moment
It patiently waits.

Cold refreshing water seeps in
Nourshing it's core.
Pleasant words soothe
Encouragement warms the heart.

So sudden the breakthrough
That first small stem.
Breaching the ground
Reaching for the sun.

Warm rays prompt growth
The new sprout basks in the glow.
Voices offer hope, inspiration
There is so much left to do,
To become.

Time passes at uncertain speed
Maturity, once so far away, is secured.
The petals unfold
A heady scent fills the air.

The time is right
The moment is now.
She blossoms from girl to woman
Embracing the passion within.

From such a small seed
The Lily has emerged
Strong, tall, confident
Wrapped in love's warm blanket.

She dares to stand, to tread that path
That leads to self discovery.
Alone no longer, afraid no more,
She will seek and find her true essence.