Love

Love is like

A giant bipolar lion

With the clever mind and intuition of a human, yet

The most unpredictable of moods

The lion walks up to you

Sometimes you see it coming

Sometimes it sneaks up behind you, and stands there until you suddenly realize it's there

And wonder how long it's been standing there without you noticing

Sometimes you welcome it with open arms, wondering where it’s been all this time

Sometimes you try to run, try to hide, try to break it with sticks and rocks, until you trip in vines and succumb to the awesome force.

Sometimes you accept it as reality, and don't question why it's chosen you, focusing instead on what to do about it

This lion, it does strange things

You can never tell whether it will offer you warmth and protection

Whether it will offer to shield you from the rain in its thick, soft hide and roar away preying foes

Or if it will turn its sharp, dangerous teeth on you

Leave you wounded and bleeding in the cold, wondering if you'll ever be quite the same, if your deep, bloody wounds will ever scab over.

Sometimes - rarely - this lion will come up to you, sniff at you, then walk away, leaving you standing there wondering what on earth just happened.

Sometimes it will act your friend, then betray you

Sometimes it will be your savior, then decide to turn on you

Sometimes it will fill your life with terror and fear of the sharp white fangs, or warmth and longing of the soft, warm pelt

Then walk away

Love is like a giant bipolar lion

Impossible to tell what it will do

The lion visits everyone, whether they like it or not

Each time it acts differently. Each time liking you a little more, or a little less.

You can never see where it will go

What will happen

Once you've looked into the lion's eyes

Your life is changed forever, and you can never turn back.

Soaked in His Own Blood

Soaked in his own blood

Shot with his own gun

Stabbed with his own knife

Beaten in his own fight

Traitorous, murderous, treacherous schemes

Turned against him and painted the sad, bloody scene

A friend turn and snatched the knife from his own belt

While his back turned away, the blow to him delt

He trusted too much and was too certain with vows

He lost sight of the fact that friends can turn to foes

And so there he lays, soaked in his own blood

Pouring out from wounds in a gruesome red flood

And yet, still alive, heart will doggedly pounding

His pulse and his breath still stubbornly sounding

In agony, in pain, and yet not let to die

Staring up with pain-blinded eyes and questioning, why?
Why me? Why my friend? Why must my trust also die?

He gasps and he sputters and draws long, labored breaths.

He feels the ice on his face: feels the cold kiss of death

He smiles, is glad to at last be let go

But relief is far, and traveling slow

There’s time still, to lie in the puddle of red

Think of the betrayal wrought, on the message that’s sent

A good man lies dying, soaked in his own blood

While those that he trusted and those that he loved

Look down on him, and think of his death to be good.

Soaked in his own blood

Shot with his own gun

Stabbed with his own knife

Beaten in his own fight

Night of Romance

You asked me to dance with you

And I said yes

You took my hand, led me out to the floor

And we danced

You said I looked beautiful

And I blushed pink

I told you, you looked better, and you said

Not possible

The instruments sang to us

Us, side by side

Your hand on my waist, mine on your shoulder

Together

We didn’t speak; only danced

But then I saw

I looked up into your eyes, your blue eyes

You were sad

Something wrong

In your head

I asked you what had happened

And you said

That when the clock struck 12, you would be gone

The clock struck 12

You ran away, you left me

I recall

I stretched my hand out to try and reach you

But you were gone

It was a night of romance

Just one night

School Dance

This poem is a metaphor. I don't know just how obscure the metaphor is, but just in case it doesn't make sense to you, this represents my experience so far with love and relationships.

Standing in the room alone

Well out of social dancing zone

Lights are flashing, music pounding

The drumming in my head confounds me

I regret the decision to come to this place

I see not a single familiar face

Strangers swarm all around

No advice on what to do is found

I should have just stayed home to write

Simply avoided this whole plight

But now I’m stuck against the wall

Praying for hurricane, tornado, rescue by squall

I see kids dancing, looking happy

Some dance slow, and some are wacky

Where did they learn to do what they do?

Who was it that taught them how to get through?

Do some just instinctively know how to act?

I wish this science wasn’t so abstract

How does one act at a dance?

Surely there’s more to it than simply to prance

I’m too confused, and having no fun

Please, just let this dance me done!

It’s time to leave, I have to go

I must get out and cease my woe

People around me continue their joy

But I’ve had enough; this dance has cloyed

I walk away trying not to look back

Trying not to think of the mentality I lack

I won’t be attending a dance again

Until I’m ready, I will simply abstain

Maybe someday I’ll figure it out

But until then, I would prefer to be without

Such a Lovely Winter's Day

Winds whip swirls of ice around

Tossing snow up from the ground

Blue skies covered up in grey

But despite the drear, our moods stay gay

The air is cold with chilly bite

Freezing up some icy sights

The pine trees are all capped in snow

that glitters and sparkles, so white it glows

A steaming mug of sweet, hot tea

Warms the ice inside of me

Melts my worries, fears and stress

All sweet and kind the winter’s blessed

The landscape’s beauty is elation

Joy is spread across the nation,

through the world and then beyond

For who shan’t hear the winter’s song?

Children merry in the the snow

Though ice falls and cold winds blow,

the air is sweet and crisp and gives

a feeling that the season lives!

Inside the house a fire roars

Healing mental wounds and sores

Popcorn pops and cocoa steams

Snowflakes dance within our dreams

On such a lovely winter’s day

Moods cannot simply not be gay

We’re happy and we speak with cheer

With beauty and our loved ones near

Perfect Imperfection

My most recently written. I actually wrote just a couple hours ago. Please enjoy. 

Certain things in life are perfect

But no one cares about those

I don’t care about the clear blue sky or a fresh fluffy bathrobe

Boring

I care about the perfectly imperfect

I care when hearts are broken and lives are changed

I care when there is pain and death; don’t we all?

When things are perfect, why care?

Nothing to work for, nothing to better

No reason to focus on it

But when things are imperfect, they capture my mind

They draw it in and puzzle it with a task

How to fix the imperfect?

When things are perfectly good, we smile

We tell ourselves it’s good, and that’s all we want

When things are perfectly bad, we frown

And give up hope, for what purpose does worry serve?

Why bother to care when it serves no benefit?

So we don’t care.

When things are perfectly imperfect…we work

A problem to solve, an idea to ponder

Thoughts to work out, help to seek

Challenges to overcome, things to do, so many things to do

We crave the perfect good

But we enjoy it not

Only that which is imperfect

May satisfy the human craving

May sate our working minds and cure our boredom

Only that which is imperfect

Is what makes our lives worth living

In utopia, there is nothing

Nothing of consequence, nothing to care about

But in this world of problems
of solutions, of curiosity and achievement

In this world of imperfection, we thrive

What is Love?

This is another poem from 8th grade, so perhaps not quite as good as some of my more recent ones. but I thought it went well with my poem "Loathing of Love"; this provides my young and curious perspective, the next my experienced and scarred perspective.


Enjoy:

Love

What is it?

They say love is fireworks

Bursting with fire and color and light

One sudden BOOM that's at first such a fright

Then a long, lovely display of wonder and sight

They say that love is a like a long river ride

Sometimes a slow, cool, long drift in the sun

Sometimes the rapid are hit, never fun

Overall a heavenly stroll is what's run

They that love is like sinking to sleep

That feeling you get when you finally rest

After a long day of fighting and stress

A dreamland, a wonderland, and feeling the best

They say that love is the stab of a knife

That once you fall in you can never get out

That to living hell, love is always the route

You're always left broken for it never works out

They say that love is like smashing a vase

When you feel as though somebody ripped out your heart

And hurled it far, from your body it parts

And it shatters into millions of pieces

They say that love is the loudest of silence

When you feel just so empty that it presses down hard

Like your life has gone missing and left somewhere far

And the only thing left is the unfadable scar

They say that love doesn't even exist

That it's all an illusion, deception of eyes

That it's all just a devastating, huge pack of lies

A demon that's flaunting an innocent disguise

They say that love is everything in minds

Love is just all emotions wrapped up into one

While someone feels anger, another feels fun

But eventually, it's every emotion that's spun

Me? I don't know, I don't know about love

For love still has yet to strike me

I say it just is what it is, and that's all there is too it

It's not the conclusion, but the reason, that I seek