Random Poetry...Part Two

Greetings and welcome to the Un-Zone, where I put the Un in "unusual" and "unstable." Just when you thought it was safe to wander in this corner of the Internet...this website comes along. The insane have taken over the asylum.

I don’t know what’s going on in my mind some days. For some reason, I’m on a one-track mind with my creativity. I’m going on a poetry writing spree right now. The poetry, if you can call it such—I call it more like creative dabbling on paper—is focusing on relationships and love, two topics I know very little on. The poetry I write right now take on the form of song lyrics. In all likelihood, I won’t be winning any Grammies for song lyrics. Well, maybe I do know something about these two topics. I seem to be becoming an expert on NOT having a relationship and not being in love. That and wanting to get into a relationship with someone but being too afraid to ask that person out and when I get the guts to do so, they’re seeing someone else and I’ve lost my chance. All those lost chances I let slip through my hands. I guess we all have those experiences in our lives. So in that respect, I can write about those particular things. Or I just think I do.
While I was an English major, I heard this piece of advice: write about your own personal experiences and what you have in your own personal knowledge. This is the best source for inspiration and material to write about. Write about those things that all people can relate to: love and hate, life and death. Not everyone will know about particle physics, but everyone will know about love, as everyone has experienced it at least once in his or her own life.
The topics of this poem—embracing the past too hard, not living life in the present, hate, building up emotional walls—are ones that I seem to have much experience on. I don’t forget that easily. I don’t forgive that easily either. You get me mad, you better hope I don’t bear a grudge, ‘cause there will be hell to pay…a lot of hell to pay. You say, “Live and let die.” I like the song sung by The Wings. It’s quite catchy. However, let’s say that phrase is not a phrase that I use a lot in my vocabulary.
Well, I hope you enjoy this poem.


Comfort at Night

When you firmly embrace the past
It weighs you down like a lead cocoon.
Or like a vicious, torturing Iron Maiden
The sharp spikes and barbs tear into your flesh,
Bleeding drop by drop, humanity from you,
Bleeding drop by drop, emotions from you.
It leaves you with a nearly empty shell
Unable to find joy in living in the present.
You can’t find comfort with others
And you spend your nights screaming.

What gives you comfort at night?
What puts you to rest when you sleep?
When the past nightmares fade away
And nothing is left to silence your mind
All you have left as a lullaby
Is the burning hate in your heart.

When you firmly embrace the past
You build up imposing, thick walls
That block out everything that hurt you.
They block out the pain that life brings
But they also prevent love from coming in.
You hate the feeling of vulnerability
And you don’t want to trust others.
The paradox of love requires having trust
And being at your most vulnerable
In order to experience it at its best.

What gives you comfort at night?
What puts you to rest when you sleep?
When the past nightmares fade away
And nothing is left to silence your mind
All you have left as a lullaby
Is the burning hate in your heart.

You can remove yourself from the vise
And free yourself from what holds you back.
The lullaby that puts you to sleep at night
Doesn’t have to be past nightmares or hate.
You can fill your life with love.
You can fill your life with joy.
You can fully embrace the present.
You can dream about a better future.
It can be a gentle caress from the one you love.
You just have to let go of the past.

What gives you comfort at night?
What puts you to rest when you sleep?
When the past nightmares fade away
And nothing is left to silence your mind
All you have left as a lullaby
Is the burning hate in your heart.

What gives you comfort at night?
What puts you to rest when you sleep?
When the past nightmares fade away
And nothing is left to silence your mind
All you have left as a lullaby
Is the burning hate in your heart.


That's all for now.