Highway

Hello, all!

I was looking for unused journals the other day--- I have loads of those-- and I found the writing notebook I was keeping in 2009. It's a notebook from a friend; every so often a quote or lyrics from a song interrupt the still-blank pages, but this notebook holds poems (I don't remember what they're about) and the list I was keeping of Things I Learned in 2009. I never completed the list, mostly because I forgot the notebook at home when I went to France, which bothered me while I was there. Anyway, I apparently wrote this poem on January 18th of 2009 while riding in a car. (Because travel inspires me.) I'm going to type it up as it's written; nothing is altered.


The fading light
turns the dried dead
treetops
into branches
of red
reaching for the sky.
The indigo and peach
clouds
hover just
out of range,
untouchable
to me.

I so love
the pink hue
joining the two-tone
condensation rainbow.
Framed by shadowed
mountains
in this grassy valley
split by grey lanes
and yellow lines.

Trapeze wires
above suffocating
caged people
too distracted
to notice the
winged creatures
waiting for the
sunset.

The line of trees
sit
so bare
on the highest ridge
and a path
cuts in between
unwalked
by bared feet
in cold winter
mud deepened
by two days of
shadows and snow.

(Side note... unwalked? Not a word.)

Also, this is post number 98. The 100th post has already been written, and it's set up to publish on the 25th.

What do you think of my early 2009 poetry?

... I just found a different poem that works perfectly with a story idea I had in 2010. Wow. That's exciting!

A demain!
-Aly

P.S. Thank you for all the comments lately! I wish that blogger had threaded comments so that I could reply to each and it still make sense!

Simplicity

Simplicity
Paper cranes and laughter
Notes and scribblings
Sunshine and wind
Music in my mind
Calming my turbulent thoughts.

Incoherent Poetry

Today I feel like poetry
Broken poetry
lacking rhyme
rhythm
reason
full of
Fumbling phrases
and unclear thoughts
Reflected
in the torturous movement of my muscles
Disjointed and outoffocus
Head in clouds of ink
pages pages pages
of words
Flying over my head
I am slow
plodding along
hearing meaningless babble
understanding Nothing
Strings pulling me
up-and-down the stairs
repeated repeated repeated
Clumsy poetry;
incapable of movement.

forgiveness

I'm a forgiving person,
I will eventually forgive

For once you'll have to earn it

My friend says the Bible says to forgive
because Jesus forgave;
I do not care what the Bible says,

I can't keep giving away forgiveness
like it's candy
And today is Halloween
Just to anybody

I am always willing to forgive

But I hate when
People turn around
And seem to throw it in my face
But doesn't everybody do that?
I would hope so,
The problem, though, is that
Sometimes, when you forgive

People throw it in your face
Like cups of boiling water

And I find myself crumbling
My spirits sinking
And I end up hurt
Foolish enough to think that
Everybody deserves
An unconditional chance

But sometimes,

In some cases,
Forgiving the same person

For similar things

And they keep breaking my trust

Is an impossibility if I am to stay sane

My friend points out
Wouldn't I like the same?

To be forgiven
And loved unconditionally?

In this case, no

Even though, for most people
I am willing to forgive
And forgive
And forgive

I will do it a hundred million times over

Until it reaches the point
Where they no longer make an effort
To apologize or to show me
That my forgiveness
Means something
I can't...
handle that
And maybe that makes me completely selfish.
Even then, my friend says,

If you did something stupid,
wouldn't you want to be forgiven?

and loved still?

Yes, I say,
But usually I make an effort
To apologize

if i screw up massively
And want to be forgiven
Then I own up to it

I never just expect people to forgive me

And when people DO forgive me,
I still make an effort
To show them that I AM sorry
and that I do deserve to be forgiven.

Time will only tell
If I can forgive this time

I'll try to be patient,
But I'm not one for waiting

I want decisive answers
And I want honesty,
Even if it's not what I want to hear.

I may be as stubborn as a mule
But I know what I want
And what is right
What should and is supposed to happen.
And so, I wait.
I'll forgive you, one day,
Though it may not be that soon.

******

The text of this poem was taken from a conversation between me and a good friend; I turned it into a poem to protect their identity.

And if you know what this is about, kudos for that & thanks.

Anyway, later!
-Aly

Sour Cream & Onion

HELLO!

I don't have time to write;
Loads of homework still
Nothing new to do, of course.

I am working on Pre-Cal,
Math is not my strength...
Almost lost my book today.

Memorization of maps
Oh, the advanced class
Yet I am still enjoying.

In Shakespeare's Tempest, Act One
I understand well
More so than the others can.

English took me by surprise
A quotations test
Namely Shelley's Frankenstein.

Cross-country workout on time
My two mile repeats
My best day for quite some time.

Soon I will be done with all
These college papers
It is quite a stressful fall.

A demain!
-Aly

P.S. Once again stealing Yasmina's way of doing this; it's pretty fast xD

Honey Barbecue Chips

HELLO!

So, today was fun.
Food, friends, and the cinemas
Contemplated life.

Whoo :)
-Aly

P.S. Inspired by Yasmina. You should go read her post of haikus.

Mac & Cheese

So
I don't feel like blogging today
long story
but this counts as a blog, doesn't it?
Words on a page
telling of my day.
Voilà!
-Aly