Poem of the Week #21

Yea...I've run out of ideas...um...hmmm...you know, there's only so many times and so many different ways I can write a love poem, so...I'm gonna take a lil break from writing poetry for a while and just concentrate on my studies. Or play Halo. I'm good for either. So here's a poem I read about in philosophy:

Look for it, and it can't be seen.
Listen for it, and it can't be heard.
Grasp for it, and it can't be caught.
These three cannot be further described,
so we treat them as The One.

Its highest is not bright.
Its depths are not dark.
Unending, unnameable, it returns to nothingness.
Formless forms, and imageless images,
subtle, beyond all understanding.

Approach it and you will not see a beginning;
follow it and there will be no end.
When we grasp the Tao of the ancient ones,
we can use it to direct our life today.
To know the ancient origin of Tao:
this is the beginning of wisdom.

Lao-Tzu, from "Tao Te Ching"

The beginning of wisdom is to know one's desires and principles
The ending of life is an end to those wishes and beliefs.
And in the middle...all I see is her.

OK, so the closest I come to the wisdom of Tao is the The Tao of Pooh, but hey, we're all philosophers...on the inside...

Poem of the Week #20

Hello everyone, and welcome again, to Poem Of The Week. Let's get another poem up in here... So...yea, here's a poem:

I don’t want to hurt you anymore
I’m not sure if I ever did
But I know you have your reasons
For walking the path you chose
Despite what you tell me
Deep down it feels like a lie.
But I won’t block the roads before you
I won’t stand in front of your path
Honestly, I’d prefer to walk it with you
But sometimes, we chose to walk alone.
Sometimes, we prefer it to anything else.
Right now that’s what you want,
To stand on your own, that I can respect
But I can’t ignore the past, I can’t forget
What I’ve felt, try as I might, it won’t fade.
As I write these words down
As I give in to these feelings
I know that no good will come of it.
I know as I dig my hole deeper
Nothing that I say will bring you back
Nothing that I do will change your mind.
The fact that this poem exists
Will cast you further away from me
But that’s not what I want you to feel
I want you to feel happy
Even if it’s not with me.
I would like to go back to the way it was.
Maybe that just can’t happen,
But I’d be willing to try.
You’ve been there, from my highest point
To my lowest, you were there with me.
But that’s all in the past…a taste
For my starving memory.
I don’t know what you want to hear,
But these words need to be said
Even if they mean nothing to you anymore.
I just want you to know…
You will never be a burden in my eyes
You will never be a source of hatred in my mind
But you will always…
You will always be remembered in my heart.

Anthony C, "Your Last Tribute"

Poem Of The Week #19

Oh yea all nighters! WHOOOOOOOO!!! Damn...this is either a really good idea, or will backfire in my face so bad I'll become a vampire. Staying awake for 33 hours my just bring me back to a proper sleep schedule. Let's hope it does...here's a poem for y'all.

Whenever I close my eyes
Your image haunts my mind
Like a phantom, it never leaves
Your smile is my downfall
It weakens my strength
And gives you power over me
The lengths that I would go to
In order to keep you smiling
What I would do for you…
Is that what love is defined as?
The feeling of giving up one’s desires
And putting everything they have
On the line just for a chance?
A chance with someone else,
Someone that they want to spend
The rest of their lives with?
Love is that, and that alone
Just a feeling, nothing more.
Yet…it’s the only feeling that comes to mind
Whenever I close my eyes…

Anthony C, "Please...Don’t Wake Me Up"

Poem Of The Week #18

Ah, what a great week...almost every person I know (that I have interacted with this week), in one way or another, whether they know it or not, has managed to make me somewhat angry. Amazing, isn't it? Sigh...I'm going to bed...here's a poem for y'all:

Days inch by on the backs of sighs
As I await to see you again
All those lonely nights that I’ve cried
Makes it hard for me to pretend
I tell myself you’re just a person
But something disproves my claim
And as the day fades with the sun
I see that life just isn’t the same
Can love be analytical?
Processed like some machine?
I try to reason away it all
But passion remains in my seams
It seems I’ve taken the fall
Without looking where I headed
I’ve been so blind to all
And reached a point that I’ve dreaded
I fear being hurt the most
My fragile heart can’t take tragedy
Ripped from my chest pierced on a post
Is the biggest fear I could see
As much as I fear the world
I’ll put it all on the line
If it means time with that girl
That I consider so damn sublime.

Anthony C, "The Angst Of Separation"

Poem Of The Week #17

As much as I would like to water down this poem to reduce its impact and hopefully save myself from more trauma, I just can't do that. This is how I wrote this poem, and this is how it's gonna remain. If it creeps you out, then tough shit. Also, it might not be about who you think, so please don't jump to any conclusions. All the poems from this point on are new poems, so if you're still hung up on old feelings, then, quite honestly, get over yourself.

It cannot be contained…
Nothing in this world is capable of capturing it,
Realizing it, savoring it, protecting it, nourishing it.
It runs free, untamed and unchallenged (save by you).
It gallops past the horizon, into the night unnoticed
It soars through the sky into the stars
And takes its rightful place among constellations
But something brought it back…
Something caused it to return from hibernation
For some purpose I feel it again
Slowly but surely unraveling itself before me
Once again, I feel empowered by the glory that is love.
Once again, I feel my veins pulse with ardor
And for the first time ever, I feel the burden of separation.
There is great pain within me, pain that I cannot control
Pain that I cannot rid myself of…
Yet I don’t want it to leave me, I want it to remain
It makes me feel alive, it gives me something to strive for
Something to live for, something to burn for
And I won’t stop burning any time soon.
I know not the limits of this surge of emotion
I know not the full feelings within me
I know not the extent of my love
But two things I know for certain:
The beauty of my heart shall shine on forever
And I would bring down the stars themselves
If it would allow my heart to shine with yours.

Anthony C, "Something To Burn For"

Cheers, to a New Year, and to a new batch of poetry!