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Isis Blaine Sinivick's blog: "Poems"

created on 02/05/2013  |  http://fubar.com/poems/b352681

Freedom Butterfly

Was actually written as an introduction to one of my MANY characters. Was written in 2012, probably around June-Julyish. It was just after I had graduated from high school. The poem itself is pretty confusing, but in a way, that is what it was supposed to be... confusing.

 

A freedom butterfly,
Kept away from the sky,
closes his eyes,
Pretending to be shy.

Strengthening his wings to rise,
he refuses to listen to all their lies.
With a single, exaggerated sigh,
He begins to wonder why.

Losing his worldly ties,
one more day of life he does buy,
as he dreams of a time he could fly,
and soared so very high.

He lets out a high pitched cry,
Takes of into the skies,
No longer able to deny,
the chance to fly,
among the clouds of July.

In time we may spy,
The freedom butterfly
Soaring again in the summer sky.
But for now we can see in his eyes,
It is time we say good-bye.

First Heartbreak

Written in April 2012. This was supposed to be another form poem called a Rondou. Not quite sure how well it turned out as a form poem, but I like this poem a lot in general. Written after being broken up with by my boyfriend of three years.

 


This heartbreak is so fresh, so deep
all I want to do is collapse and weep.
How did we manage to feel like we've won
when now my heart feels like it weighs a ton?
Can't I just lie down and sleep?

My hopes and dreams are no longer yours to reap.
Now it is time for them to be mine to keep.
I wish I did not remember all of our fun.
This heartbreak is so fresh.

I remember all the times in your jeep,
no longer am I your complacent sheep.
You will never again see the sun,
For it is time you faced my gun.
I will watch you blood seep.
This heartbreak is so fresh.

Murder of the Majestic

Was written in 2012 when I was asked to write a rondou poem in my creative writing class. Or maybe this was supposed to be a sonnet... I don't remember. I'll probably check it out after I post to see which it was. Oh, and I love wolves which is where my inspiration came from.

 


A wolf howls at the dark, lonely skies-
a statement to the world about his fate.
A wolf runs free to save his life from lies.
Killing without a cause, desperate to win,
humans are no longer friends of the Earth.
Armed to the brim, they want animal skin.
They do not know what a wolf's life is worth.
If they would only open their eyes,
they would see just how majestic they are.
The next generation of wolf pups cries
as the wolf's body is thrown into the car.
A wolf howls to the sweet morning sky,
Lamenting to his pack the final good-bye.

Dying Without You

Someone requested me to do a poem with certain aspects in it, and this is what became of it. Was written in 2008, and is pretty horrible.

 


In the dark and freezing cold,

No warmth or light offered,

I lie in bed and listen to

My faltering heartbeat.


Wishing that i had had

The courage,

The dependability,

The love

That you have showed me.



But I,

Banished the thought,

Abhorred the closeness,

The light to gain my

Vengeance on the man who

Betrayed my trust,



Alone,

I cried myself to sleep,

Unable to stop my aching heart

From breaking into smaller pieces.



Taking the little white pills,

Making the pain disappear,

I feel myself fading from

The world around me.



I take my last breath,

Thinking of all my regrets.



The regrets that I hadn't told you,

That I hadn't showed you

How much I love you.



And with that,

My final thought was about

How much I was going to

Miss you.

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