Leftovers

Poems I wrote in high school that never made the cut, that I dug up and decided to post now anyway.

When the stars are gone

And the moon is bright and full

I see you

Your eyes, they light my way

 

When the wind is gone

And the sun shines down on me

I feel you

Your arms, they hold me

 

When the light is gone

And the darkness falls on me

I hear you

Your voice, it calls my name

I wrote that to go with the song "Boadicea" by Enya, which has no words. Sounds better with the music...

 

 

 

Miss Phillipa Jones

Was never alone.

She always curled her hair

So that she might seem becoming and fair.

She never wanted to rest

But walked to show off her finest dress.

Her purse was taken to every place,

As was make-up to cover her face.

And to everyone she was so kind,

Yet she laughed at them all in her mind.

For she thought she was the cleverest and the best,

And no one could ever pass her test.

So she went on walking and talking all day,

And thought it was fine because it was her way.

Yet miss Phillipa Jones

Was very alone.

But, she thought, since she was best,

Why did she need all the rest?

 

Mr. San Ferone

Was on his own.

He always made sure he had nothing to say,

So that everyone may see him and look away..

His shoulders were heavy and he kept them down,

When he walked his shoes dragged on the ground.

A dark sweater was taken to every place,

And on it a hood to cover his face.

On everyone a mask was all he could find,

And he frowned at them all in his mind.

For he thought only he was honest and knew best,

And was sure no one could ever pass his test.

So he went on shuffling and frowning all day,

And thought it was unfair to be stuck that way.

Yet Mr. Sam Ferone

Was very alone.

But he thought, as he looked at the rest,

Wasn’t this way the best?

Those were kind of about the different types of people I saw at school

 

 

Why work needlessly hard

when all it takes for happiness

is a good hot cup of tea

with some sugar and cream?

What can I say? I love a good cup of tea...

 

 

Shield of Sadness

Sadness creeps up behind you

Wrapping a warm blanket over your shoulders,

Chilling you to the bone.

 

It doesn’t let you run away,

It’s got you in a net

That shrouds your eyes.

 

The sun is too bright

And it becomes night.

The night is bright enough

To call it day.

 

Pounding on the sides of your head,

Where you could once hear.

Moving in front of your face,

Where you could once see.

 

You’ve climbed a mountain

To reach the top,

But now you’re there,

And the scenery has not changed.

 

You are higher up now

And now can see more of the same,

But at least you have sadness

To pound in your ears so you can’t hear it

To shroud your eyes so you can’t see it

And to cover you up so you can’t feel it.

 

 

 

 

Rough draft of “Darkling”   ….not at all like the final, oddly.

Who are you? You aren’t real.

How can you follow me

without any footsteps?

 

There was a girl

who felt it all

all…all…

She drank down feelings

until she burst at the seems.

A drink of fire, of ice

of unendurable pain,

of unendurable love…

 

Night is what forced open her heart.

Leaking out her eyes,

cried for the bad,

cried for the good,

crying for the wounds

bleeding out her eyes,

and crying for the love

consuming all

with nowhere to go…

 

And after it all

with cupped hands full of tears

she looks down

sees those darkling eyes…

those eyes…those eyes…

that follow her always,

through the night.

Author's Note

Plenty more where that came from

Reviews

[Alexander Fox]

Miss Jones and Mr. Ferone....AMAZING work. Reminds me of high school exactly. All of these show real promise. But, as always, I say pull out your soft rag and drink some liquid, spit polishing is needed for these to truly shine.