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.