Elie's Poetry Corner

I think of all the words in me, that never will be said perhaps one day you'll read them all, after I am dead. One day when I'm underground, my body will decay and everyone will hear the words, I never got to say. All the individuals I never got to know, because I was too shy, to go up and say hello. Because I let myself believe I wasn't good enough Or thought they wouldn't like me and all that silly stuff. Or what I really think of you, but think you wouldn't like Or all the people that I want to tell to take a hike. Or all the words that came out wrong, or were misunderstood And all the friends I've lost that way, possibly for good. Or how sometimes it gets to me, that people think I'm odd Although I feel alien, like I grew from some pod. And that I want to be myself, but that I don't know why, what other people say and think, makes me want to cry. Or how sometimes I feel, that all I want is love then turn around and tell mysel

I see beauty, everywhere I look. Beauty is worth saving. I see ugliness as well. Is ugliness worth saving? I see kindness, and it sees me as well. Kindness is worth saving. I see bitterness there too. Is bitterness worth saving? I see happiness, laughing, playing, joy. Happiness is worth saving. I also see sadness and grief. Is sadness worth saving? I see love, love is all around me. Love is worth saving. I also see hate, it gnaws at me. Is hate worth saving? I am beauty, ugliness, kindness, bitterness, happiness, sadness, love and hate. Am I worth saving?

Though your pain haunt you And troubles may taunt you Please do not despair, The world is still there.   You may hurt for a while, It may be hard to smile, But tomorrow will dawn, The world will go on. Though you feel all alone And wish to be stone The world will abide, It will not slow the tide. The wind will still blow, The cock will still crow The birds will still sing And they’ll still take a wing. Though you shuffle along And wish to be gone The world is still turning And the sun is still burning. So enjoy today, as best as you can Until your agony is just a memory.

I am but a grain of sand, that washes onto shore. A pebble in the asteroid belt, that and nothing more. I am but a single crumb, left upon the plate, nothing but a strand of hair, whipped around by fate I am but a single sound, of a single word. And it's more than likely that I never will be heard. I am just a needle upon a wintergreen. Nothing but one stroke of paint, upon a landscape scene. I am but a puff of smoke, that wafts along the breeze, Yes nothing but a flake of snow, within the artic freeze. I am but a drop of rain, within the ocean vast. Oh I am but a stitch of cloth, upon the white sail mast. My life is but a blink of light, one moment here, then gone. I am but a single note, that plays within a song. Yes I am but a single note, in a symphony, No nothing but a grain of sand, that washes in from sea.

The candle flickers on it’s stand he hugs her waist and holds her hand. He gently whispers in her ear so softly she can barely hear. He tells her all the things he craves the words for her alone, he saves. Undoing buttons on his shirt as he gently lifts her skirt. Her hands they seek a place to rest and find one on his hairy chest. Hands sliding slowly  over skin awaken feelings deep within. Mixing love and lust and passion in a careless lover’s fashion. Hands unsteady, body shaking as if the very earth were quaking. Sweet release; a lover’s bliss followed by a gentle kiss. So out of love begins a life free of tension and of strife, without flaw in every way perfect as a summer day.

Can it be a lie If everyone but you... if everyone believes it's absolutely true? Am I really crazy? am I really weird? Am I really lazy  Is it as I've feared? Are the ones that taunt worse than those who lie? Pretend to be my friend and soothe me when I cry? Is the world evil or is the world good? Am I really crazy, or just misunderstood? Is there anyone who truly cares for me? It's like I'm in a cage. When will I be free? I think sometimes the world is just the way I see it So there is no escape, there's no way I can flee it. This world is so absurd that surely it's a dream so soon shall I awake, from it with a scream? For the real enemy is purely in my mind and that I cannot see and so I must be blind. If only I could turn into a block of stone never would I feel so utterly alone.