Indeed

I think I'll let people make their own opinion about this one.
When I first read it in class I got a lot of different interpretations, I want to see if I can get more.



A Black Heart

In the sky you say?

Why so?

Such a tremendous height, one wrong step

And the fall will never let you rise again.

Such loneliness weights the shoulders of the poor souls,

As the empty clouds feel the very steps of lightness.

I hear the songs, the chorus that sang before the birth of One.

Are not the angels supposed to be among you?

What a morbid land must their home be for them to flee it?

Where we are, the frigid cold of the sky does not bother us;

The arrogance of the celestial dwellers does not touch us.

We, here are not lonely.

We meet old friends,

As we dance around the warming white flames.

The underground levels filled with our most intimate secrets

Are ready to entertain us for the eons to come.

You asked me in your wisdom why not the sky?

Because I cannot.

Yet again

We had some major assignments to give, the first one was a set of poems. Don't worry I do other things then poems, but you have to start somewhere :

Awakening

One may find the inadequacy of the mind,

To be but a whimper of the soul,

Trapped in the meaningless void of emotions,

Desperate for freedom,

A mere sparkling jewel before it, yet unattainable.

A sad mind indeed

For it rots till eternity pities and blesses it

With sweet ending.

A fate with the taste of honey

As it flows through the broken pieces

Appeasing the burnt flesh of mercy.

Furthermore

Well, I'm back from wherever I was. So it's time for me to put more attention here.
The first day of class, our teacher asked to write what was poetry to us, a definition in sort. Here was mine :

Poetry is but a mere word, but the idea it represents is far from that. It represents imagination, reality, feelings, thoughts, state of mind. Poetry will always give a message, either it is laughter or sadness, in poetry, the reader is in direct contact with the poet, for he feels what the poet felt as he was writing, and those streams of thought are all that there is, hidden, to be sought for. In a word, poetry is charm.

A few poems

Here is a poem I had to write for my first assignment in my English class. Hope you enjoy reading it.

Unattainable

Do you see now? It’s here, it’s there, and it changes
to different depth, height, journey.
Grab it, hold it, don’t let it go, it won’t give you a second chance
in it there is wisdom, warmth, infinity.

Crying out its name is the key, again, again,
Once more, don’t stop, let the smile be.
It is near; it is close, its name, again, again.
You feel it don’t you? No, no. It can’t be.

Never.
It is so far, so cold, it sees you.
Further.
It moved, it moves, away from you

From me.