Random Thoughts

Inside a Forgotten Dream


There was a time I used to dream. It was like taking that first breath from the dense waters of a lake, where you drifted, weightless until you could breathe no more. That breath was salvation, as were my dreams. Floating down the dark starlit stream, where water would whisper in my ear, and tell me of its secrets. I’d listen to its silent ode trying to memorize its song. I struggled to wrap my mind around the trickling tune when the wind touched my cheek as if to say, stop trying so hard, and breathe.


And my eyes would close in surrender to the rocking ripples as I was cradled to sleep. Wrapped in the water’s wide arms is where my dreams resided. I dove deep into their cores and let them take me wherever they pleased. For it was there under the sleeping sky that they thrived. Just when I believed that these reveries weren’t real I would open my eyes and try to read the stars, refusing to believe those that say dreams are only dreams. The stars told stories of magic and mystery, of worlds beyond my own eyes and places I had never heard.


There was a time I used to dream, and I don’t know where that time went. I lost it somewhere between yesterday and today. Somewhere behind all the dust and cobwebs in my mind. Somewhere beyond what my soul can comprehend, and I’ve gone back to find it.


And, somewhere beneath the surface of the water, somewhere in the melody of its lullaby, somewhere in-between the stars, are those dreams I forgot I had time to imagine.


Written 11/26/09

Keeping the Rain

"Rain" by skippiethebush@deviantart.com

http://skippiethebush.deviantart.com/art/rain-46317262

It’s a gentle song
Pit pattering on concrete
Yet soft like kisses.  

Its gentle lullaby

Makes you sway as though in a dream

Completely spellbound by its rhythmic trance.

What would you do if you could bottle up the rain?

Catch it like snowflakes and keep it a while.

Oh what a lovely tune it’d be 

If the rain always fell

Inside your glass.

11/23/2008

One Song Glory

So I take no credit for this except for my poetic taste in music (tehe) This is a poem created from the first line of the first 20 songs that played from my Zune. The title is the 21st song title. This shockingly makes sense... probably because, like I said, I have a poetic taste in music haha. Enjoy!



One Song Glory

Am I at the point of no improvement?
How long will my prayers seem unanswered?
It feels like forever since I can remember
I dreamed I was missing, you were so scared
I’ve been running around and I gotta slow down
Please tell me you’ll fight this fight
I think we’re going somewhere we’re on to something good here

You changed my mind, said something I had never heard
Playground school bell rings again
Hello you think you’re all alone

It’s a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun

Listen to the song here in my heart
The smell of your skin lingers on me now

There’s a river underneath us

Will I lose my dignity, will someone care?

I say I love you, you say that’s kind

I linger in the doorway of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name
Here my dear this is where I shake the nightmare free

Where has that old friend gone, lost in a February song
I never felt nothing in the world like this before. 

Song and Artists (in order):
For the moments I feel faint – Reliant K
I believe in Love – BarlowGirl
Keep on Shinin’- Third Day
Leave out all the rest – Linkin Park
Arms of my Baby – Joss Stone
Breathe – Superchick
Pressing on – Reliant K
Beggars Heart – Bethany Dillon
Hello – Evanescence
Freedom Begins now – Rush of Fools
Smooth – Santana
Listen – Beyonce (Dreamgirls)
Big Girls don’t cry – Fergie
Deep in your eyes – Jon Forman (Switchfoot)
Will I – Rent Soundtrack
Long Goodbye – India.arie
Imagination – Evanescence
In my arms – Jon Forman (Switchfoot)
February Song – Josh Groban
Wait for you – Elliot Yamin

Title- One Song Glory – Rent Soundtrack

Marie Howe Interpretation

Pigeons

Every once in a while we would shuffle down the way
to where our hill sat, though it was a mountain

to me. The lush green carpet that swelled,
I felt so small next to it, next to you

It scared me at times as we hiked the mountain
hill, to the top where the sun balanced

every time I’d think that sun was a big peach
like James and the Giant Peach and I’d say

“Pop-pop, can we go inside the peach and fly
to New York City?” And you would smile and keep on shuffling

I could never shuffle like you, my feet were too
small, my legs too short but I tried, I wanted to get

there and look at the horizon to see the pigeons;

our pigeons, surround us on our mountain top

just so we could feed them
our stale bread and popcorn.

A Glimpse of Myself

This is an autobiographical poem I wrote a few weeks ago. An autobiographical poem is a poem that starts with:

Line 1: Your first name
Line 2: Four traits that describe you
Line 3: Sibling of...
Line 4: Who likes...(people, ideas)
Line 5: Who feels...
Line 6: Who needs...
Line 7: Who gives...
Line 8: Who fears...
Line 9: Who would like to see...
Line 10: Resident of (your city, state, or town)
Line 11: Your last name


So here it is!

Michaela
Softly observing the world, shy, loving and too compassionate
Sibling of a brother she is unworthy of being blessed with
Who likes the smell of summer rain, fresh and new, full of excitement, serenity and enchantment all at once pouring down in a sweet melody that soothes even the most troubled soul
Who feels what others feel even in the midst of anger
Who needs to be loved, held and to believe in herself more often, 
Who gives all of herself in everything she does, only to exhaust herself trying to fix what can’t be fixed, and failing to notice, that God has it all under control.
Who fears the unknown, spiders and the love she desperately longs to experience
Who would like to see those who are angry with themselves or each other find peace, and those who are lost, be found and loved.
Resident of God’s creation
Payne

 

 

 

:)

Dreams Delivered

"Eat-Me" By hush-im-here@deviantArt.com

http://hush-im-here.deviantart.com/art/Eat-me-135543056

He told me to leave my
dreams at the door
so I mailed them to myself.
there is so much more to me
than this skin, this
me, I myself, we
hold fast to dreams as if
they were to leave
tomorrow, yesterday today
the same, my dreams
are the same, always
fleeting never ceasing
to drift down the stream
of cognition to my
heart.





And when I go to get
the mail
all I had hoped for
is sitting
at my door step. 

Blizzard

Like a silent
explosion, the
small white
feathers are
jumbled and flung
as they burst from
their air mattress
pillows, falling softer and
softer before they
caress frozen
carpet. A choreographed
dance of pointed
cotton balls twirl
as you dream,
silent wonder as
you wake to a
colorless world.


Imitation of Kay Ryan's Poem "Hailstorm"

Stumble

My friend showed me the coolest thing, and now I'm hooked. It's bad.  It's called Stumble. It's a toolbar you can add to your browser and when you click it, it takes you to random websites based on your interests. There are so many cool things you find when you hit the Stumble button.

So the other day (yesterday) I stumbled (no pun intended) upon this website called oneword.com and there's a word of the day, and you are given 60 seconds to write something based on that word. the word was Sorry, and I came up with:

I'm sorry you went away

I missed you the second you left

I'm sorry

but You're already gone

you left before the o followed the s

I was hanging on the r's and you were

already gone

But I was still sliding from that Y

The idea is to just write, it doesn't matter if it makes sense or not, you just write. Anyway, I really liked it, so I bookmarked the website, and then I continued what I had started to write, and I came up with this:

S-O-R-R-Y

I'm sorry you went away.

I'm sorry,

but you're already

gone

you left before the O followed the S

I was hanging on the R's and you

were already gone.

But I was still sliding from that Y

as you were twisting through that

G. One

just one word drove you away and

I watched from that loop in the

L

as you ran laps around the O,

afraid of what our solitary letters

would unravel.

We sat at each point

of the V

avoiding each other’s I’s.

I was selfish, and you

knew, that.

Because there is no I in

"together forever"

And as I was waiting for you

At the top of the E

You were headed towards
the words that never stop after
a period.

I’m Sorry.

So, yeah, just something I came up with. You should really check out stumble, it's pretty sweet :)

Cento's

So I'm taking an Intro to Creative writing class, and last week we learned about Cento's. A Cento is a piece of wriing, especially a poem, composed wholly of quotations from the works of other authors. At least that's the definition from Dictionary.com. But really that's basically what it is. So my professor hands us all random books of poetry from different authors, and we're told to read some of their poems and pick random lines from different poems that we like or find interesting; one line per poem. Then we were to put those lines together to make a poem. They turned out really cool actually! I thought it would be a bit messy but everyone's turned out great.

The poet I had was C.K. WIlliams. When I randomly read one of his poems I didn't really like it. I thought to myself, "He's one of those abstract people who write about anything and everything in one poem, and they never conclude to anything!" I didn't understand what the heck he was talking about! But I kept reading, really just to find lines, but I realized that as I read I started to understand more and more what he was talking about. I found that by the end of our class I really liked C.K. Williams' poems. They were so creative and thoughtful, full of great insight and I just loved them! Anyway, I pulled together some of the lines I picked out and came up with a pretty awesome poem if I do say so myself. Technically I didn't write it... but I put the lines together. So I just wanted to share what I came up with.

I Highly suggest looking into C.K. Williams' poetry it really is excellent.



C.K. Williams Cento
I keep coming to lean on the sill
dreaming that someday we won't touch anything
but we are suffering several directions at once
it's not them, it's us: we know too much.
I miss you now, can you kiss me goodbye?
You just take breaths
tangled so closely to me that we are vines
we are the end, we are the living end.
It is awful not to be anywhere at all,
but I am still here; I have survived
one tiny bit of pain is left.
There is nothing.




From C.K. Williams Collected Works.

Poetic Collision

Streaming cognition
and erratic heartbeats
Collide
into a mess of illusion laden
words, that drip slowly down
this alabaster dental floss striped wall.
Smearing themselves across, diagonal,
upside-down.

Eyes glazed over, transfixed on the
symbols that emit from this
anxiety ridden soul. Each phrase
laced with traces of anger, infatuation
anguish, contentment, and a feeling of
incompleteness, yet the words fall so
perfectly.

In a way that makes this paper
complete. Only

I’m not finished yet

Blogging, me?

So I've decided to start a small blog because I'm planning on studying abroad in England next semester and I might be blogging while I'm there! So this one is just for little things that happen in the week, or poems I've written. Yes I'm a writer, so I feel as if I'm obligated to have a blog haha.

There's nothing really exciting going on right now, only that I'm clicking lots of things at the moment trying to figure out how to use this! Poems and random thoughts to come soon!

~Michaela~