From My Sketchbook: Portrait #3

Yay, the third one is done! (I know, I know, I'm going slow; but I have a valid, six letter word as an excuse: school.)

From My Notebook: 3 Poems

One of the main reasons that I haven't been posting very often on here lately is that my PSEO (Post Secondary Enrollment Options) classes have started up and I haven't had much free time. One of my courses is Literature, and as an assignment, my teacher had us write 3 poems. I liked them enough that I thought I'd share them on here.

The only requirement for this one was that it be about death.


The True Name of Death

What is the final breath?

What is the true name of death?

A black hole in space

An unfinished race

The boom as a building comes down

The zoom as an airplane leaves ground

Perhaps it is the mourn of a dove

Or forever crushed and shattered love

Call it what you wish

But what I know for sure is this;

When the last shovelfuls fall

Death I will call

Heartbreaker

Hearthater

For the next one, it had to be a vivid memory of someone special to me.

Those Golden Days

Behind my eyelids, I can see

The times we spent in youth

Like a golden flickering film, filled with truth

Outside the church, we spent the days playing

Even when the skies were grey

The time with you drove the gloom away

We’d serve each other our favorite pops

In our secret hiding place

Underneath the rotting stair case

Or we’d see who was brave enough

To climb the mountain of rubble that towered

Not even my fear of heights would let you call me coward

We were children and we spent it all playing

Those days will forever be gilded with gold

But when you left… that’s when the memories grow cold

And this last one had to be a descriptive one using metaphors, similes and all that stuff.

The Autumn Storm

Alone in my room,

I hear the wind scream eternal

Loneliness drips off the roof

And plops down in puddles of tears

I close my window against it all

The sounds of sorrow are drowned

With the music I turn up loud

But still, the chill of a dying summer

Seeps into my bones

I try to warm myself back to life

With imagination, like a blanket

But when I wrap up, I find it worn

Not even this escape can keep out the cold

So I confront it

Throw the windows open wide

The rumblings of past memories

Fill my head. They flash forks of pain down my spine

Raindrops, big and warm, fall and wet my carpet

And the wind howls with accusations

SILENCE!

I scream back into the chaos

And it all goes still

Sunlight, so golden, breaks through

The dark clouds of my heart