Old poems of mine

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These poems were written as a child and teenager so yeah they're mostly not that great but I thought I'd post anyways. This one was probably written around age 14 or 15:

Feel it, taste it, touch it, yearn it

Feel it swirl through the air

Lucinda stands on the corridor

Rain in her hair and leaves before her eyes

Red, gold, red, gold

As the lights vanish so does the magic

And when it is gone she yearns it the more

And when it is there she yearns through grey skies

Feel it, touch it, taste it, yearn it

Feel it swirl through the air

The magic is not only yours to keep

Feel it, hear it, keep it in the music

green, grey, green, grey

Let it tug upon all those memories

Then yearn for what you do not know and weep

In shrouds of mist and mystery you lose it

Feel it, taste it, touch it, yearn it

Feel it swirl through the air

Lucinda stands on the corridor

Feel it, taste it, touch it, yearn it

Feel it swirl through the air

The magic is not only yours to keep

Feel it, touch it, taste it, yearn it

Feel it swirl through the air

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Written when I was 12 or 13 maybe.

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Dancing

Let loose your hair and free your roving mind
To truly feel and meld within your form;
Let loose the mask that holds your soul in bind
And loose your joy and all the tears that storm;
Passion shines through as you fly before the moon
And bend your limbs beyond limitation,
Connected to the earth, your feet glide in tune,
Mind relaxing into meditation;
As colored lights revolve in silent darkness
Peace and joy are found to free all gain-less stress.

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Spiderlings of Time

Blue skies
Scent of coffee
Moth upon the window;
One moment caught webbed in time, spins
Away.

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Along the Ripple Rover River

Along the Ripple Rover River
Fog lies thick hiding every wold
Dwarven lanterns blue, red, gold
Ripple over the naiad pools
Like piles of ancient jewels:
The flag stoned pools covered by reeds
Hide dryads toasting on dry mead:
The dwarves are frying bacon
The parties finally waking
And the coffees in the making:
The dryads feast on earthy loam
The naiads drink sweet water foam
Along the Ripple Rover River,
Of beer the dwarves drink a deal;
Then the dwarves do stagger and reel,
They click in perfect rhythm
Over mint and sage and thyme:
The naiads dance the waves of Tory,
The Dryads dance with shadowed glory
Along the Ripple Rover River,

A cave troll grabs them for her bag,

Along the green and grassy knoll
The trees booming voices roll:
They tear her up to bread crumbs
With gigantic gnarly thumbs:
Everything has gone so dark:

Dwarves tumble free by the river
Out the lamps to warm their shivers
Along the Ripple Rover River,
The dwarves go back to their delving,
The dryads back to sing of elves
The naiads go down in the deep
The water is a gurgling
Naiads snoring deep in their sleep
Along the Ripple Rover River.

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We Are
Rainbow in the sky connects us all,
No labels are needed; I'm not here or there,
Words are unneeded in the ebb and the flow,
When everything is, it's plenty to care.
No actions are needed; it's all flowing out,
The drama will show you all who just are.
When we've drifted away to conquer the globe-
I'll glance at the heavens and admire your star.

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Snowflakes
Out of the sunlight
Into the deepening dusk,
There is bitter-sweet.

How does one cope with
Boundless joy and soft sorrow?
Frigid like snowflakes-

Yet full of beauty;
Keeping up the merry dance
Leading on towards spring.

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Stories
Fallen leaves, a roughened rock, a blade of grass-
What hidden stories do you hold within?
What feet have trod this pebble smooth like glass?
From what boulders did this rock begin?
Yellow leaves flutter down upon a lawn
Holding forgotten words of love and hate-
Whispers of people the wind has not withdrawn.
Who were these people, and what were their fate?
Did some child gaze upon this very leaf?
Their energy and stories have ebbed away,
Locked away in a vast and jumbled sheaf
That the sticks and stones will never betray.

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Meloncholy

Do you feel a great stirring within you?
Sitting under rain and swirling mist,
The magic slowly sinking into bliss.
Do you feel a great yearning for this stirring?
Staring out at city lights that shine like gems
'Midst the glowing headlights where the traffic stems.
Do you contemplate this joyful sorrow?
Watching the hawks wheel in the bright blue sky,
Up above where the rugged mountains lie.
Then, flying in the sky through clouds, it's clear,
It is a wistfulness for heaven,
That's showing small reflections in its mirror.

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The Masks

So lost, she stared upon the row of masks
Wondering which was her and which was them,
These were her expectations and her tasks
But which one was her own- her own inner gem?

So lost, she tried each on for size
Till she saw her shadow on the floor,
The mask leering up before her eyes
She was revealed as she tore it off in horror.

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Fight or Flight

The world crumbles before her eyes
Into an empty pit of nothingness,
With nightmares haunting her steps, whispering lies.
Fight! comes the steady call, beating her 'round her ears;
Without hope, without path in site, she fights
Thrashing and kicking to beat back all fear.
Crushed into pain, she flees to hide out the day,
Nothing but a ghost, her consciousness leaves
Lost in a foreign land, she looks for her way;
Fight! comes the call and her consciousness returns
To continue her mad trample through life
Voice screaming, "All is broken, no place to turn,
Fight till the end; you must never give in."
She halts amid her ruin and glory
Peaceful silence reigning through the din.
The world calms, entropy losing its hurry
And then she sees her violent shadow
Ready to engulf her in its fury.
Then, she finally sees to her profound dismay,
That none but herself has stood in her way.

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Opposite Attract

Electron spinning out through boundless space

Finds none but those who wield her adverse charge;

To seek the one for balance slows her pace

As a positron comes by with diff'rent charge.

They spin like dancers doing pirouettes

Conversely doing orbits round the stage

And ever revel in the fact they met

Because they can now come out of their cage.

Negate they do and then annihilate

To die away before they are reborn,

Streaming away in splendor now innate,

Now photons to emit the light of morn.

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The Fey Folk

Amidst the underbrush I see the vale
Bright sunlight conquering the foggy gloom,
Which fills me with the terror of sublime
To see the twisting lanes of rotting silk
Of maidens trapped within the frosty doom,
Where jewels hidden 'neath the rusty helm
Burst forth with power vanquishing trapped minds,
Unless the sunlight conquers and unbinds.

And then a fearsome lady leaps sky high; (definitely referencing my dance teacher)
She has kind eyes above her Grecian nose
And here and there leap high her dancing girls,
The shy one with her gleaming light brown hair (these were all classmates and real people as well)
Is followed closely by a reckless girl
Whose arm is twined within the mussy girl's
To leap into the halo of the moon,
Above an arch of redwoods which hides some runes.

And on the ground they dance the fairy reel (an official Irish dance),
Where on some fairies slowly trickle in
To bring the light of day into the dusk
And with a mighty flash the darkness quells
To leave the gloomy forest bright as day,
As the good fairies bade them on their way;
And now under a bright shiny clover
There dances with a click clack a wild rover.

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Under the Water
Sinking slowly under, reality distorting
To form a fish bowl lens of rounded trees
That breaks asunder by a shaft of light importing-
To my chamber, a glimpse of the free.

How did I get here, my pale hair floating like seaweed?

Only hours ago I stared entranced
At my shadow sinking into murky depths,
And I reached out to meet my hindrance
Who pulled me under to drift in my regrets.

Then my mind severs from my lover
As I sink, unable to recover.

"My love, my love," he cries as the silence stretches;
Despairing ever more, he turns to action
To find me and from the darkness fetch-
My soul dwelling in a dark abstraction.

Finally finding me in those waters
He jumps in to save me, dragging me up
Out of my indifference, into what matters;
Now willing to drink all poured into my cup.