The storm you started

Old poetry from a long while ago that I dug up…sort of based on a story I’ve been wanting to write for a while. I’m not sure how much angst I’d be able to stir up in any reader, because this poem seems very…well, sentimental ūüėÄ And the question is–does sentiment ever really stir up emotion? As a writer, it is my foremost desire to make someone cry and laugh and cringe and grin stupidly because something terrible or amazing or truly heartrending happened in the story. Heheh

And this comes to the matter of–reality and art. How easy it is to alter reality in a drawing, a story, or even a poem. I’m also aware that actors are able to embrace the mentality of their given character, which is how I often feel while writing. I enjoy losing myself in the story at hand, in a different place and a different time, and creating a story which I can control. Perhaps it makes it more difficult to live life itself in reality, because I really have no control over what happens. I can’t write dialogue for others to speak, I can’t determined the results¬†of an experience or encounter. Sometimes it frustrates me a great deal. When I was younger, it would seriously agitate me. Especially when the books I read never seemed to happen in real life. But over the past few months I’ve begun to truly understand that if I possessed the control that¬†I do when writing, I would never learn or grow or mature.

Purple lavender skies,
But the only color I want to see
Is in your eyes
Blue with flares of green
And a soft smile that only
For me you mean
At least I hope, deep down
I do not want to expect
That you will stay around….
But I can’t stop spiraling into
That storm, like a tornado never
Meant to start, because of you

I keep watching that horizon line
And it’s my edge of the world
Beyond I don’t care, if only you’re mine
I can prophecy a future that includes
The two of us, no matter what
However long the prelude
Let the spirit give you this vision
Too, so we might look
Together, no details in precision
But the landscape whole,
Awaiting the sound of our
Footsteps, as you touch my soul
Please, darling, let me touch yours

You try to release me, you say that
Cold harsh word I try to forget
Never is a terribly long time in fact
An eternity to be with God, yet
Only a lifetime to be with me, okay
I want to be fine. Maybe I will be alright
Maybe I will start moving on someday
But I want to begin again, and begin a fight
In an alternate reality when we’ll make up
Kiss and stay together

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