I long to be a bird, singing sweetly
The tales of life as they happen to me.
A gentle breeze my only companion
That takes me far and lulls me to my sleep.
For what a flight I have within my soul
Such as this body could never express
If only I had wings to soar it gone
To finally ease my mind and soul to rest.
Then what great music would I sing to you,
Forever haunting loud and honest tune.
Or would I be more fitting as liquor
A dark, deep fire that burns inside of you
And numbs you to the core so you forget
The ache of longing you so long to quench.
Oh let me fill the drains within your psyche
Envelop you and place your mind at ease.
Alas! I cannot bear for you to drink,
For though my love has some poisonous effect,
I could not have you then call out my name
And not recall what we have done in vain.
Instead perhaps a porcelain cup would do
Filled to the brim and always flowing up.
This poor female is cursed with all too much
Emotion of the spirit to contain
That I must have you drink and dull my sense.
I give you all my dreams and ambition
In hopes of quieting the noise within,
My thoughts pour freely with little restraint
Longing to flood the cosmos far and wide
That I will be existing in all time.
If I could be that Rosalind. She knows
How fathom deep I am in love. And yet
Though Bronte, Keats, and Dickinson themselves
Could not have kept me from cascading down.
Their words do fling my conscience back to Earth
And I can see that what I feel is true.
A poet I am not, though I have words
That cry out to be heard; I cannot let
Them simply slip away without a fight
And doubt they would go even if I tried.
How bleak it seems to not be all at once.
How cruel of Nature in seeing it fit
That all my wildness be concentrated
Into a temporary being which
I fear will be too soon to expire.
Can it be my ambitions are too high?
Perhaps the stifling calm will lock me up,
A civilized prison will have to do.
Never will I desist in my reveries
For they shall be my means of breaking free!
To be honest, that's one of the better poems I've read =)
ReplyDeleteIt flows really well and all of the near-rhymes seem placed there almost by mistake, which doesn't make them feel forced. Good job.