Sorrowful Judgement

She's breaking
He's taken her life down to ice
She's shaking
And weeping
Red tears of dry eyes
And she's hiding,
Confiding in none but the sky
She's gazing out windows
As winter does die

And I'm watching her crumble
I see her strength fall
Inside of a mind
That now slows to a crawl
She's counting the mem'ries
All the laughs he provoked
His breath on her lips
And his scent on her clothes

And my own heart is crying
At the bonds that we share
The one whom I hated
Now becomes my great prayer

I've laughed at her smile
That seemed so unreal
Now I can see
Those false grins hide each fear

But I judged her so harshly
Constant mocking her speech
Whispering rumors I had no right to preach
Giggling at humor that weakened her soul
And to think that just last year, her pains were my own
And now I am beating her, scolding each bone
Berating her character
That once was my clone

Flower-Sage

Robert Frost's Poem: Flower-Gathering:

I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?

All for me? And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure
The measure of the little while
That I've been long away.

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Meghann Dempsey's Poem: Flower-Sage

You left me in the morning
When wind was crisp and cold
We walked the night 'till sunrise
Made the streets look paved in gold.
And now I walk with shivering
Wet cheeks, my lips are quivering
Shall I close my mouth to know your heart,
Or speak out all I know?

All for you, there is no question
It’s your life in all I seek
The face I dream on summer nights
When your absence makes me meek
The clock will tick, and then I’ll gauge
Our love on growing flowers’ sage
To gauge the distance we’re apart
I count each lonely week.

God Personified.

2007 poem. written in HEnglish9 Period 2 after reading "God's Wheel" by Shel Silverstein.
Edited in 2009.

God says to me with a kind of smile,
'Open your heart and relax for a while
See what's around you embedded in light
You'll never see beauty with your eyes closed so tight.'

I respond with, 'I hear you, don't misunderstand
But evil surrounds me in this foreign, strange land.
I'm sure the earth's beautiful, still it's hard to embrace
There seems to be darkness hidden under fine lace.'

God stares through my eyes, as calm as can be
'Oh child,' He sighs, 'come here to me.'
I go and sit near Him, my eyes slightly wet
And cry on His shoulder, spilling regret

I cry out, 'I'm sorry! I've been broken down!'
But He just assures me, and lightens my frown
'Forget about stress and the laughs of your foes
I love you more dearly than anyone knows'

'Oh child,' he continues, 'I'll give you the strength
To conquer these burdens and run the full length.'
He ends with a smile and turns 'round to leave
But deep in my heart, I know He's forever with me.

The Journal

again...wrote this last year. response to a story. kind of silly.

All the knowledge of the world would not suffice for the hole in my heart. It grows larger each day. I never wished to leave you, my darling, that dark and foreboding night. As I write these words, I still dream of your flawless skin and sparkling eyes.
I would never purposefully hurt you, but I saw it as my duty to abandon you, only for a time, in order to serve my homeland and the country of which my very being wakes for each day.
I am torn between two loves. The love of my country, the green fertile pastures in which I used to dwell and ponder against old and wise willow trees. The soft whisper of the gentle breeze on my face. The silent mysteries I will never uncoil
And then there's you.
The other half of my beating organs. The soft texture of your face on my chest. How I miss you. And yet, how easily I may have chosen you. Would I ever be at peace? Knowing my companions are out on irate and bashing waves while I am aside the warmth of a fireplace hearth, you by my side.
I could not bear to be absent from those brave, loyal men. Not because I seek for gratitude and honor. I seek for justice and freedom. And how do I live for those and breathe their roles if I myself did not take part in their earning?
Of all the fashions of the earth and nature, none compare to your smooth being. All I wish to say in this letter is the truth and an explanation of your loneliness. I needed to relay my thoughts and sorrows to the one I hurt. And now, I so desperately hope you understand the vacant bedside you awoke to find. I could not bear to wake the angelic princess whom laid beside me. I knew the tears and begging that would begin. And I, weak in your presence, would have only obeyed
You, my angel, needed the dream world still as I packed up the ship. The land where only happiness shows itself to even the most deepest abyss.
Let this be my intention and by God's grace it may come true: I wish my return safely to hold once more, your gracious hands and taste again, your luscious lips
Do not give up hope until you know for face what has become of me. Until you know however, I will save a picture of your wondrous face in my very soul even when I may enter heaven. No angel beyond those pearly gates could ever surpass your beauty.
I love you and always remember that. For I will always remember the knowledge you presented to me.
So long, the beat of my heart. May peace be with you always and may God grant us reunion.

Woman of Darkness

Wrote this last year as a response to a quote from the Dream of Scipio

"Woman of darkness,
Wisdom touching the light"
I hold you in my mind
For endless days of suffering
One exchange of emotion
But still, a memory that will last until death
I create more images than I perceive

I hate you

With utmost disdain, I long to treat you
And yet nothing will ever turn me away.
How can something as joyous as love
Be hidden behind dark, tainted cloaks?

I love you

The soft interaction of lips, I've written about for so long
Two years of desire.
You fill me with passion

Untitled

Something sharp was in that road
Now it prods my sensitive skin
Hour after long hour
Controlling every power I thought I had possessed
Because my role has been taken
And I won't say by whom
But it's hard to turn around and have them
Staring
Gazing
Judging you
Feeding worries to a thin mouth
Cleansing skin that was not dirty

And I sit by
Wondering how I have played this position
Because it's not who I am
It's not who I ever was and now my heart is
Soaked in contrition
Bleeding off unraveling strands of hope
How would I ever cope
Or deal with the slaughter of my soul
If darkness became my six months of light?
We Are Not
Guilty for wishing we were somewhere else
Down southern borders
By ourselves
Alone

Now loneliness is all I have
I am a tethered, beat up rag
Dumb in appearance, so quiet
Ripping at the seams, I am silently
Fighting for the upper hand

Since never have I grasped it
Not even on the nights of supposed equality
Not even reuniting these spirits will bless me with redemption
For how can fear cease in a flaming fire?

What is Love?

It is the vomit moving upward through her throat
While he sits near and holds the basin to her mouth
Supporting the small of her back
and whispering a lie they're both aware of

It is the kiss he gives through a white lipsticked mask
In room 307 at midnight
After talking about the end
Because the bruises refuse to stop coming back

It is the way they dance to all the wrong beats
Just to be close for another night
And she wishes her curls were there to hide the tears welling
But when he touches her face, there's just skin

It is the hair that falls to his bathroom floor
Shaving off denial, fear, and pride
Just to share a close emotion that hurts the chest
She cries when she sees it in his eyes, exposed and bare

It is the sleepless night of worry when the doctors speed in and out
And there's nothing left in sight
Because it never was going to be alright
She's weary and tired from this unjust fight

It is the black umbrella that repels rain
It is the freedom to remember
And it lives on after everything else dies

Center of Everything

The Wonder of it all is how slow the days seem
Yet fast are our watches during the sweetest moments
Since time floats on the aging skies
So young in color
Wise and blessed boats sail on through,
Ready for whatever comes their way

Beauty is the dark nights of winter
When gleaming snow lights each spirit
And twinkles softly in the moonlight
Closing off every room burdened by cold fires
Because warmth comes from your gentle touch
And comfort renews itself from each new hinting grin

Joy awakes to the sound of your tired voice
Fighting sleep for another few seconds
Even if soft breaths are all that is exchanged
It hides within my heart throughout the day
A secret at which no one can catch a glimpse
But brings a smile while words are absent

And Love
Love is the working hand behind it all