Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Read this please...it's awesome.

Book? No Book?

So, I've been thinking about starting up on trying to write a book. When I was younger I would write all kinds of premises to books...look at them..and then toss them in the trash. I think at this point, I'd like to take a real stab at writing one again. I'm still working on my collection of poetry so I can compile it into a book as well.

Your thoughts?


I have a poem to post here...it's just not ready yet....so ignore this space

Reminder

A reminder to all who read this blog....

All of our work is Copyrighted....please feel free to copy and save our work to read on your own, but please do not pass it off as your own. For that would be stealing. =]

Thank You.

Post 30- Something for friends

To celebrate this small acheivement of 30 posts...I'll put a new poem I've written dedicated to friends. The ones who pick us up off the floor when we crash down. Nothing is possible without them.

Reaching for Future


Endless forest as
Large as your doubts divulge.
But we’ll reach you
By hacksaw
And hold you through the night.


You’ve got destiny on your
Fingertips-
Dreams living in your
Eyes-
We’ll rain stars down upon you
So set your wish to the Sky.

I'm Back and ready to Go

So I've realized how distant I've been from this blog. It's actually kind of interesting because the same time I remebered the blog was the same time I wrote a poem. And I haven't written in months. So I have something a bit fresh for the readers who actually stumble upon this "off the beaten trail" kind of blog.

I have been in a love yet "pushing away" kind of mood lately. So I wrote this in rememberance of this mood. (I'm trying a new thing where I make a memory by "preserving" that mood of that moment in a poem.) So here's to preservation:

Echo


Living as an echo
Of the love I’d die
To give you.

It seems I’m being drawn away
By your silence,
Yet held tight in your arms.

Light burns to dusk
Shaking my bones
Inside the twisted box you made me.

I’m bouncing off my own walls
And never getting through,
Through to your embrace.
Again.

I swore you off,
And yet like going cold turkey
You’re all I want back.

Never close enough
And always too far away.

A head on my shoulder
Becomes a burn as
The darkness between
Singes me.

To you I seem to be
But a call into an empty canyon.
An echo that pleases your ear,
But is gone the next.
I remain bittersweet.

Hopefully I can continue to update this.

It's good to be back.

Last Goodbye

We've neglected this blog without any proper goodbye. I'll only be posting here temporarily as a place to keep any poetry that i can not save on my computer.


Thank you all for reading.


<3 peace out.
marza


"this friendship, as most things, takes two elements. It takes sunshine to make a plant grow. 'it takes two to tango.' it takes clouds to make rain. and it takes me and you to make this friendship work."


goodbye

Our Eternal Struggle: Fight or Flight

So here the question is:
The ongoing struggle between
FIGHT OR FLIGHT.
It's only human,
It's only real.

We'll pass notes in the hallways,
Whispering with no need to.

Intensity. Adrenaline.
Overwhelmed with such emotion.
You're torn between
^{confrontation} and _devotion.

We've mastered the looks
in each other's eyes.
With only these,
Our spirits rise.

Take to flight? Let yours wings
be your means to your seclusion;
Protection from forseen pain.

We sense the storm brewing,
and yet, we so readily delve
into such a situation.

Stay to fight. For consequence
is but a mirage and you're the
only one who see's it.

Walk into the winds.
Battle is such a beauty.
Our time is closing in.