Inspiration is hard to come by when life is busy and it seems all you can do is just sit and stare at a blank screen or you don’t have time and stare at the blank pages of your journal. For me, this happens to be a case that occurs repeatedly. Life is often busy and usually hard as things come up causing me to wither or want to hide away. Actually I eat my emotions most of the time but I’m getting better at it than I have before. College isn’t easy nor are family problems, but don’t let it burn up all the muse you had inside you like I allowed it to do to me. Life’s too short and here’s what I have to say about dead muses.
If I am heartless as they say,
Then why are my circuits burning
Every time I see her face?
She is supposed to take me down
But even she knows there is more
Between us then the prey and hunter.
However it is forbidden in our world
For humans and cyborgs to create a bond
hat could never be broken as humans do.
Yet am I truly feeling this mythic emotion
Or am I just trying to pretend that I am something
When I know that even she sees me as nothing?
Ah, I am so confused about my dream
To destroy all walks of life for creating us
Heartless beings but if I destroy her I can live.
So do I destroy or do I give in and let myself be prey
While she continues to live and run free not even
Thinking about me as I think about her?
Cursed emotions that should not be there.
1. Devour the spring
Cherish the blossoms that fall
From the trees that bloom.
2. Grass is just green grass
Or so Walt Whitman would say
So spring is just spring.
3. Sunshine shimmers bright
Then turns into the cold moon
Fateful twist of life.
4. Zephyrs twirl within
Dancing with the willow trees
And dying at night.
5. Magic in the spring
As days turn into summer
Showing the heat’s warmth.
Heartless but with human features
Wires instead of blood pumping veins
Skin is real but underneath are gears
That turn differently than most humans
Who can feel pain and bleed blood red.
When I bleed my blood is oil
It is a liquid that is not like yours
And a heart? As said before heartless
Even though I can sense the feelings
Of others within my circuits.
So am I human?
Or am I a pile of metal?
If I can think am I human?
If I have no heart am I metal?
What am I?
Why was I created?
Through my body I have impeccable strength
No human of mere flesh can defeat me
Only those like me that I have yet to meet
Can defeat me in battle unless humans can
Somehow penetrate through my indestructible skin.
With such power and no answers of my identity
Why not conquer the world I was made to serve
And become the ruler of everything living while
I do not live entirely as a human being like the rest
Who are not of my kind do?
I will rule and create
And identity for myself.
Tears of heaven fall like thunder rolls
Gentle morning rain that drips over leaves
And casts out the dirtiness of the earth
By making it reborn with each drop
That fall from the darkened bruised sky.
No tears here for me as I watch the rain
For rain is life giving as much as the sun
As it keeps the earth fresh for and it
Produces a world that is different from
Night and day in its own special way.
Without rain the world would become dry
And it would be a miserable place to try
And survive as the world needs rain,
They are heaven’s tears after all and
Without them we wouldn’t see the rainbow’s call.
So before being upset with the rain’s pitter-patter
Remember what the rain does for the earth and all
Forms of living matter and try to cherish each drop
That falls by for you never know when the rain might
Just go away for good one day, and leave us dry.
Poetry, it’s something I’ve been passionate about ever since I was little and could read. It started off with children’s poems, Wordsworth, W.B. Yeats, and to more modern poets like Billy Collins. I have a wide range of poets I love and am inspired by and I hope that my own poetry inspires or at least is enjoyed. I do apologize if I have slow periods but muse has been squashed by past events of college and I’m trying to get over the scars of that past.
My writing will be a hodgepodge (love that word-someone should name a mixed color cat that) of poems, short stories, flash fiction and every now and then some talk about poets, poetry or random events that have occurred in my life. Being in grad school I’ll probably have a lot of random things to tell you about.
Some of my written will have dark themes, some will have light happy themes. Whatever the theme I hope you can respect them as I would respect other’s writings, even if I myself do not agree with it.
However this will predominately be a poetry blog, and all other writing styles come second to it. I hope you enjoy my mixture of traditional, freestyle and haiku overload (I love haikus too much). I’ll try to organize everything to the best that I can but when summer’s over I might have a harder time and I also plan to enjoy my first to last summer since when I graduate I plan to work straight away if possible.
Thank you so much for viewing this blog and I hope you enjoy your stay, and I also hope you come back! ❤