Poetry

So I was talking with a friend over facebook messenger just yesterday. Somehow I brought up my blog, which clearly I don't post on very much. She said I was a good writer. Somehow the conversation turned into how I enjoy writing poetry occasionally.

Then she had a strange request for me that I have never had before, granted I rarely tell people that I have a blog or that I like poetry. She asked me to write a poem right then and there. I said about what and she asked me to write one about anything, so I wrote a quick one about my drive to school:

Each morning I wake up 

arise and see 

walk out 

get out 

leave 

wait around 

light turns green 

take it down 

turn it around 

sigh 

finish the song 

turn it 

open it 

put it in turn it again 

and leave 

Not exactly refined, but not lacking either. Simplistic in its view, and sharp in its scale. She asked me to describe how I perceived her laugh over the internet, to describe it. As I had just made a joke. 

 That laugh? 

the radiant smile 

the head

slightly

ever so slightly 

lifted towards the sky 

with joy ringing 

and vocal chords beating 

to the thought of a new thought 

A simple phrase, a small picture. She has this way of laughing that causes your soul to be drawn to her. She beckons you to follow her through this emotional journey to bliss. I shared with her an old poem on love that I had written several years ago (which can be found in the archives). I said how old it was and how it needed to be updated. She asked me to write it how I would write it now. So I did:

love 

love is 

love is what we are 

the way we move 

the way we feel 

think and breathe 

it tortures us 

it breaks us 

it eats us 

it devourers us 

it consumes us 

it strangles us 

it knows us 

it kills us 

it controls us 

it binds us 

it stops us 

it throttles us 

then 

. 

then 

love heals us 

love helps us 

love cures us 

love bends us 

love shapes us 

love grows us 

love is 

great 

amazing 

beautiful 

grand 

spontaneous 

new 

exciting 

love is what we are 

love is 

love 

With a little updating from the original, it became what is a simple yet powerful poem. It creates a feeling, a ride. It moves us with it. The topic moved from this lovely oratory on love to how I feel I live in my head. How I don't think that my reality is the same as everyone else's:

it’s fine to live in your head
until it is debilitating
and you find yourself dreaming of things that are impossible
impractical
you can not exist in the realms you have created
you do not want to come to reality
for it stands no chance against what you have made
it can not even exist in the same plane
in can not be in the same existence
because they are that different
this picture perfect
slightly wordy
version of reality
that leaves you wondering
if it’s really worth it.
and you can't
you just can’t decide
if you really want to come out
or if you simply want to hide
screaming out to hear your own voice
just to know that you are still you
and that you are still here
and you find
that no matter what
it doesn’t matter how long you live in there
it just doesn’t matter
because no matter what
you have to leave.
you have to begin to believe
in this world of reality and see
that the world is coming
it is coming at a speed so fast
that you can hardly believe
that it is there
that it is true
but you must see it
for if you do not you will be trapped
you will begin to whither away
to fall and tumble
becoming torn
losing hope
losing joy
you must leave
if you are to survive
you must leave
if you want to be alive
you must dream
if you wish to see the skies
your dreams are what you want them to be
your reality is what you want it to be
the only difference between the two
is what you do.

A sudden darker turn from where we had begun. I felt my dreams falling out of hands as I typed these thoughts that I had thought. My words began to tell a side of me that I wasn't even sure I was aware of. She asked me what my dreams were:

I dream of the places I want to go
the people I want to help
the lives I want to grow
the family I want to meet
the future in my field
the job I will hold dear
the times I choose to hold
and the fears I choose to leave


Not much to wave anything at, but it is a place to start. Dreams are only dreams as long as you allow them to be. She shared her thoughts:

Dreams are what has made the world a better place. Ideas come from them.
Families come from them.
Friends come from them.
Ultimately happiness comes from them.
But having a dream and making it happen is bliss.
Pure joy.