- Profession :
- Novelist, Poet, Lyricist, Composer, Thinker
- Education :
- West Hempstead High School
About Me : They say the pen is mightier than the sword. Well I say the pen is my sword.
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(4/7/2013 10:40:00 AM)
I'd greatly appreciate comments regarding my poem, " White Crow." If my fellow poets can oblige, I'd be most thankful.
(2/27/2013 12:43:00 PM)
I stood by the edge of the balcony, my fingers tapping at the railing. The glow of the sun lit my dark eyes, now rings of caramel around small, black pupils. The brisk air pervaded through my skin, leaving behind hundreds of tiny bumps. The dark, swaying green of the pines below hid the river from my sight.
Slowly the sun began to bury itself under the earth, bright fires of pink and yellow scarred the western sky. The cloudless east looked cold and vacant. Where north and south should meet, the sky could not decide. The east and west pulled at it in opposite directions.
The Earth had blanketed the sun, and darkness began to rule the land. The fallen sphere of pale gold had been replaced by one of pale silver; a rising face with gray scars. The moon had chased away the sun, its incandescence raining down dominance and power, only to be brought down by that of the sun in the next several hours.
I sighed heavily. I dragged my fingers from the cold railing. A firm gale insisted I lay down to rest. It forced me into my room, and gravity plopped me down onto my plush bed. The shadows on the walls gently closed my eyelids, and weariness gifted me with peace. Sleep imprisoned me within its grace, holding me inside the memories of the sights I had just encountered.
I dreamt about the river hidden beneath the pine forest, I dreamt about the contrasting sides of the sky, and I dreamt about the sky's exchange between the sun and moon. I dreamt about all those scenes; how aesthetic, enigmatic, and meaningful they were….
None of it compared to the girl I stared at in class.
(2/26/2013 9:37:00 AM)
Love, Loss, and Liberty
I opened my eyes, and bright yellow light poured into my sight before my surroundings came into focus. I lay in a glade, the sky raining down her sunlight. Soft grass beneath my back had been matted down, and scattered flowers painted a choir of colors against the green of grass. Dark blotches of red, blue, and purple blended with the surrounding sea of golden light. The stillness of the forest was unnerving. I heard not the buzzing of insects, the gentle whisper of the wind, nor the chattering cries of wildlife.
I tried to sit up. Soreness threw me back down. I grunted in annoyance.
“You should stay down, ” a girl’s voice said behind me. “You’ve been hurt badly.”
I shift my head in the girl’s direction, looking to see who it was.
“We meet again, ” she said. “Half the Fortress.”
I looked away in contempt.
“You seem different....”
Despite my pain, I sat up. “So do you.”
She knelt next to me. I averted her gaze.
“How are you?” she asked. “Why are you alone?Where are the others?”
“I’ve left them.”
She frowned, confused. “Why?”
“I chose to.”
“What happened to you?”
“I could ask the same of you.”
She sighed. “Don’t be like that.”
“How do expect me to act?” I growled. “I haven’t been the same since I met you! ”
She looked hurt.
“You never knew how much you hurt me, ” I said. “You never realized. Have you any idea what I’ve been through in the past three years?”
“I’ve actually met some of the others, ” she admitted. “They told me of your hardships... I wanted to see you.”
I stood up to leave, the pain causing me to nearly collapse.
She caught me. “You need to rest.”
Black dots swarmed my sight. Dizziness swept through my body. She gently laid me onto the ground. I realized I couldn’t breathe. I gasped and my vision focused again. Her head blocked the sun, but I could still see her beautiful face. I slowly blinked once, and I saw my hand upon her cheek. Her large brown eyes looked into my soul. I felt naked; I didn’t care. I liked it.
I sighed tiredly. “Why did you have to leave me?”
“You know I didn’t want to.” She spoke softly, almost whispering.
My hand fell from her face and onto my heavy chest, right above my heart. “You know, sometimes I wished I wasn’t so ignorant, or foolish. Maybe then... things might have been different. Maybe then, we could have been together.”
She took my hand, and held tightly.
Glistening liquid filled her eyes, eventually building up into a droplet. The gleaming bead of sorrow sailed across her smooth cheek, leaving behind a path of memories. The droplet survived its trek, now making its way to her chin. A moment passed before it froze, then it dived into the air below. In an explosive crash, the boulder of liquid smashed into my tunic before diffusing into the cloth.
I felt the cold wetness touch the skin above my dying heart; my pain lessened.
“Some things never change.”
Those were my last words....