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I will be posting various poetry on this blog from time to time. Love you all.
~~Lime <3

Gone.

Non-poetry post.

My other blog, Life as Seen Through My Eyes, is gone. I don't want to talk about it, so don't ask.

Someone Else's Shoes

Just wrote it, minutes before I wrote Daybreak (my last post). I think I'm all written out for the day...

.............

As gifted as we are,
At playing who we’re not,
The character I just cannot get into,
Is myself.

Someone else’s shoes
I fit into with relative ease.
Without a second thought,
I prance around,
Flaunting another’s individuality.

Their ups and downs,
Become my own,
Their memories entwine
And mingle with my thoughts,
Influencing my every move.
I breathe their breaths,
Dream their dreams,
Become motionless at the sight of their fears.

In someone else’s skin I am myself,
More than I could ever be in my own.
Regardless of the people
In the audience,
Their eyes on my every move.
I present the stark honesty of another person
Without hesitation.

And I wonder,
How I can live someone else’s mistakes,
With honesty and dignity all in one,
And simply not care,
When backstage, my own shoes feel awkward,
Too big, yet far too small?

But I found,
That being someone else
Has taught me my own lessons,
Being comfortable,
With another’s pain,
Mistakes,
Fear,
Hope,
Has taught me to be
Free in my own skin,
Comfortable with who I am.
No longer feeling the deadweight,
I laugh,
Doesn’t matter who is watching.

I had to loose myself
In order to find me again.

.............

Okay, I promise this is the last post of the day. Once I get going, I just can't stop! Anyways, I think lots of people can identify with this poem. Basically it's about how, when I act, I take on the mistakes and foolish hopes of another person, and I am totally fine with that. It's only when I venture into real life 'in my own shoes' that my insignificant faults seem huge.

Have a lovely Sunday. =)

Daybreak

Hot off the press, just finished it. I adore it (not meaning to brag, but I do). It's a tad long.

.............

Luminous red numbers,
ticking away with
remoresless efficency.
Stars peek through the curtains,
the headlights of acar
play peek-a-boo in shadows on the wall.

The swish of wheels,
as they skim through puddles,
in the silence of the night,
note is taken even of nothing,
Yet everything goes unseen.

The darkness is waiting-
for what, even in its inky black heart,
it does not know.
The silent expectancy
frightens children and adults alike.

The silence in the room
changes audibly.
As dawn's grey child
steals quietly into the hearts
of those awake at this hour.
Touched by the magic,
Transfixed by the tranquility,
My body sits reverently,
silently,
in the kitchen,
my eyes staring out the window,
Even as my spirit roams the misty mountain peaks.

Day does not make its prescence known abruptly.
The darkness is the same shade
As night,
Yet you feel,
In every part of your soul,
the tangible change,
from dark, silent expectancy,
to the soft, caressing feel
of daybreak.

.............

"This is the way the world ends.
This is the way the world ends.
This is the way the world ends.
Not with a bang but a whimper."
-The Hollow Men, by T.S. Elliot

I suggest reading that poem. It's dark and deep and full of hopelessness and despair, but it's beautiful and there's an honest truth in it. I love it.

http://www.cs.umbc.edu/~evans/hollow.html <-- click there to read it.
Going insane, filled to the brim with poetry right now. I've written about five today, all relatively high quality, and jotted down several notes that all have the potential to spark poems. Yay, I think I'm growing as a poet.

For Caitlyn, Kimmie, and Myself.

About life, love, and the loneliness called growing up.

.............

A lonely existance,
under glow-in-the-dark stars,
flourescent as the rampant emotions
that are running away with me.
I'm wondering about wondering,
as green fades to grey,
if you've never really loved,
and never really lost,
would you roll the dice on this one,
no matter what the cost?
Bittersweet aftertaste:
I didn't take the plunge.
Always biting off more,
and then spitting out,
scattered shards of memory
riddled with doubt.

.............

Wrote it, once again, in the middle of the night. The first line came to me and the rest followed suit. I rather like it.

For Matthew

I will always be here for you.


The cloudy sky darkens,
children's voices fade.
Shadow fills the hall,
The icy blackness
Threatening to swallow me up.

Icy cold lies
slip into me like knives,
in this inky black world,
where even the truth should be
some sick, twisted falsehood.

In the years to come,
will your laugh still have
that ringing note of joy?
Will your eyes,
still pierce my heart
with their innocence?

It breaks my heart,
chills me to the core,
thinking of the cruelty.

Her unshed tears,
the purple hued circles under her eyes,
His grey hairs,
my fast-fading childhood,
were all for you.

With everything we've given up,
you needn't give back
a single tear.

All I ask is for a moment
that I may call eternity,
where I can hold you close,
still my baby boy.
One moment before you slip away,
consumed by the shadow
we call
our world.


Written in the middle of the night, last night. Not exactly poetry, not exactly prose. I don't know what it is but it feels like truth, and to me that's all that matters. Kind of... corny, cheesy? I'll post a better poem later.

The First Post on the Blog-To-Be

As this isn't really a first post, we'll just call it post number negative 1. And then we decide if it really was post number negative 1, and not 2 or 3 and so forth.

I swear, I'll post something real on this... soon.

Okay? Okay.

By the way, it's a poetry blog. I haven't even had time to post the poems I've already written, believe it or not.

Love you all, even if I don't know you...
~~Lime <3

^^ Yes, Chelsea, Lime IS my nickname... so when you think you're getting away with something by calling me Lime and thinking I'm insulted, well, I'm glad you're happy. I'll remember a funny comment Tristan made about you and try not to laugh. Toodles!