4 Can I Have This Dance?: Sick of Being

Title:  Extraordinary Girl
Artist:  Green Day
Album:  American Idiot
Genre:  Alternative & Punk

Sick of Being

I saw your reflection in the mirror;
my breath caught while the faintest of smiles
crossed your lips as our eyes met - so transfixed
by those beautiful glistening eyes full
with unshed tears - fears that tear at your heart. 

You're an extraordinary girl
trapped in an ordinary world
with no way for you to escape. 

That smile so rare steels my heart to the core
as it fades as quickly as it appeared.
So lost, for a split second, knowing (nay)
believing in the beauty that reflects
back - a thought so foreign, so out of sorts. 

You're an extraordinary girl
trapped in an ordinary world
with no way for you to escape. 

I saw your refection in the mirror,
caught the pain escaping your eyes - haunting
your essence.  How is it that the idea
you might posses - embody - such a word
like beautiful rips your insides apart? 

You're an extraordinary girl
trapped in an ordinary world;
Oh how I wish to finally
      escape my own reflection. 

Notes:  So I heard the first lines of this song and didn't really need to hear anymore to know what I was going to write.  Strangely I also found home for words that long ago came to mind:

Reflection

I saw your reflection in the mirror and had to catch my breaththe faintest of smiles crossed your lips as our eyes metyou transfixed me with those beautiful eyes glistening with unshed tears

6 PAINT

PAINT

depict

illustrate

make-up artists craft

false appearances of

sallow for Halloween fun

"every surface is a canvas."

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So Halloween has officially been postponed to Monday, November 5th. Still I figured I couldn't let it pass without a mention. I have entwined it within...yes, you guessed it...I mean what else am I going to do on the last Wednesday of the month,but...a clarity pyramid.

I did have an alternative for the last line, while I figured it fit the form better, the above seemed to better fit the poem itself.  The alternative:  "inspiration on canvas."  Who knows...maybe I'll change my mind.
Additional inspiration cones this week from Three Word Wednesday [3WW=false, illustrate, sallow]. Check out how some of the other talented writers employ these three simple words.

7 Last Call: 8:20 (when the lights went out)

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8:20 (when the lights went out)

Doom does glow as moon’s ascent in full

bloom awakens earth’s unnatural

winds; their eerie howl infused with pain

kindles fear in hearts—it’s beat like rain

pounding down. 

                                   An evening full of dread

drowns out hope as lights do flicker dead.

Noise finds purchase – amplified – as dark

toys with raw emotions bound to spark.

Lightning flashes rattling each nerve

fighting hard for sleep’s sweet hold to curb –

numb – the raging thoughts. 

           As winds do moan

slumber grows into a distant groan.

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A Storm Aside:  Yesterday, as Sandy pounded steadily on my doorstep, I took a moment to reminisce with a poem written in the darkness of Irene.  While inspiration for the poem (Winds of Emotion) had come from a Poetics prompt there was no doubt the storm played a role in its conception.  So it is no surprise, as I sat in the flickering light of candles, the storm managed to creep into my thoughts.  Unlike last time, I waited until the light of day to put this verse together.

A Form Aside:  Though I was not crazy enough this time to employ the sestina form (which was my form of choice during Irene), I did choose to toy with form.  This is written in Framed Couplets (with some extra line breaks thrown in for fun).

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A Now Aside:  So no go on the power yesterday...or today.  Luckily the roads were clear enough for me to invade my friend.  My feet are now nice and toasty.  I hoping for like seven than ten day without power...

I'm going to try to make my way around at the pub, but with no power at home and horrid mobile service...

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This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.

1 Time Capsule: Night of Spooks

Title:  Night of Spooks
Date:  between 10/11/97 and 11/21/97
Setting:  senior year of college - near Halloween
Form:  free verse (see notes)

Notes:  I really don't have to note the reason for selecting this poem for today, so I'll avoid the urge.

I did not begin exploring poetic form until way after college.  Until exploring my first sonnet (see--Time Capsule:  C Your Way Out of It), I honestly do not think I knew anything (formal) about meter.  I say formal because (obviously) there is no doubt that being exposed to poetry (especially children's poetry) you can hear the rhythm.  Anyway, while this is free verse, you can hear a rhythm.

Artifact I:  Copy of the first typed image...with far too many periods.

4 Methods to Soothe Raging Emotions: Out of My Misery

I long for silence to finally consume
the screams that echo deep - my private hell.
This storm of thoughts will usher forth my doom.

My lungs contrict against the fears which loom;
am I the only one whho hears them yell?
(Oh how) I long for silence to finally consume.

I scream in hopes of lessoning the gloom;
how many wasted breaths mus I expel
(before) this storm of thoughts does usher forth my doom.

I turn the music up and forge a womb
to drown out fears as they begin to swell.
(Please Lord) I long for silence to finally consume.

The pounding bass works fiercly to entomb
emotions raging forth--to help dispel
this storm of thoughts which ushers forth my doom.

My heart's resigned to never feel the bloom
of peace until I say my last farewell.
(Oh how) I long for silence to finally consume
the storm of thoughts which ushers forth my doom.

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Notes:  Today is Friday and thus when I typically post my CIHTD? post.  However, inspiration for that came earlier this week on Wednesday with 3WW's words for this week.  Still I feel a bit out of sorts for not posting a song inspired piece today.  I have consoled myself by including music as part of the poems essense.

This also makes poem number four in my "Methods to Soothe Raging Emotions" series.

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Over at the dVerse Poets Pub for FormForAll they are exploring villanelle.  While this is not a new form for me, it has been quite awhile since I last toyed with it...so I figured I give it another go.  I did take a couple of liberties...but I've come to accept that part of learning the rules is breaking them. 

If you get a chance, check out how some of the other dVerse talents tackled this form.

2 You Made Me This Way

I don't fear death; I fear
the life I'll never live.

When the day finally comes–
my last breath spent–
I can hear Your question
resound in my ears as Your arms
welcome me into their warm embrace.

Two words (with their questionesque tone)

scratch at the surface of
who I'll never be.

I long to allay Your troubled
soul with
       with an affirming reply;

Three words (with the power to heal)

burrow deep down within
the me I'll never be.

I don't fear death for I know
Your open arms will quiet the tirade
the thoughts and fears that
bind, but I fear
I can't forgive the life
I'll never live.

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I know there is still more I need to say...but for right now, I just need to get this out.  This question has been haunting me for quite awhile; I'm still not sure the answer.  It has sat side by side with the question (not posed) in the title. 

8 Can I Have This Dance?: Uneven

Title:  Breakeven (Falling to Pieces)
Artist:  The Script
Album:  The Script
Genre:  Pop

Uneven

Heartstrings dangle, grazing the ground;
his chest cut wide open--
each breath a labor (of lost love),
while she walks away clean
unhindered by 
strings neatly cut close to the heart.

Notes:  I'm a little early with this CIHTD?, but the words for this week's Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>dangle, labor, neatly] spun the thought of heartstrings, this song just leapt to the forefront.  So, I went with it.