A spark in the darkness and she is born.
Wary at first;
slow,
gentle,
frail.
Though soon she is confident and eager,
thirsty for life.
She begins to dance;
mesmerizing,
tempestuous,
sultry.
Fascination bars your exit
and the dance commands your heart.
Her ravenous intensity flashes across your skin,
mirrored in eyes that are only for her.
The heat of her passion brings salty sweat,
and you gaze, fixated, into her blazing red depths
with a hunger of your own;
moving closer though you feel her delicious burn.
A blinding flare and they are one,
a explosion of heat and fire and light,
then out.
Nothing but glowing embers
to paint orange against the night sky for hours.
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Another old poem from 2007, originally written in a text message. It took some time to tweak with the lines and make it look like a real poem.
I began writing this poem because I love fire. I find it really beautiful and entrancing. So I lit a candle, watched it, and wrote. Then I imagined (so as not to burn my house down xD) its change in behavior once it starts getting bigger.
I took all these observations and then personified my subject. It may appear that I did it the other way around, as in took a woman and gaze her the qualities of fire, but the intent when I first started was taking fire and "making" it a woman >.> I guess I got a little carried away with the secondary aspect towards the end but oh well, still came out nice and I still like my last line the best ^.^.
Hope you like it. Was very shy about releasing this one.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Only a Writer
"Only a Writer"
I can't paint you a portrait,
like an artist who can reflect your beauty.
But I can write you a portrait,
yes, my interpretation of your heart's beauty
One that cannot lie.
This is my small gift,
and I have no others to share
My soul is my brush
and my words are my paint
I can't play you a song
like a pianist could do
All I can do is use words
to make music of you.
Instead of cord changes
I'll transition the mood
and instead of vibrado
I can rhyme for you, too.
But I will write for you, dear
anything that you want me to
Anytime that you want me to
Anywhere that you want me to.
Because I want to show you
how much I adore you.
You can have this small thing,
this small piece of me.
Because I am only a Writer.
(April 20, 2010)
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I wrote this one spontaneously. I was kinda sad because I have no flashy talents like painting, or drawing, or playing the piano or violin. Unfortunately all I have is this small, unimpressive writing ability. But I will share it nonetheless ^_^
I can't paint you a portrait,
like an artist who can reflect your beauty.
But I can write you a portrait,
yes, my interpretation of your heart's beauty
One that cannot lie.
This is my small gift,
and I have no others to share
My soul is my brush
and my words are my paint
I can't play you a song
like a pianist could do
All I can do is use words
to make music of you.
Instead of cord changes
I'll transition the mood
and instead of vibrado
I can rhyme for you, too.
But I will write for you, dear
anything that you want me to
Anytime that you want me to
Anywhere that you want me to.
Because I want to show you
how much I adore you.
You can have this small thing,
this small piece of me.
Because I am only a Writer.
(April 20, 2010)
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I wrote this one spontaneously. I was kinda sad because I have no flashy talents like painting, or drawing, or playing the piano or violin. Unfortunately all I have is this small, unimpressive writing ability. But I will share it nonetheless ^_^
Ode to a Song
"Ode to a Song"
O sweet song,
How you soothe my soul.
Such gentle cradling within your arms, rocking
My mind back and forth to sleep.
Calming chords caress
the soft peach fuzz
of my heart:
4th chord, the 5th,
Minor fall, major lift
In the hands of this great mother
Who coos me softly to sleep.
A gentle smile in the delicate piano
And with eyes closed I see
The soft white glow in her pure skin,
The ivory keys,
A comforting melodic voice to lull me into peace.
She rocks me forward, rocks me back
As I'm cradled in her lap
You speak to me in feelings
Consoling me like nothing else can
You smooth away my fears
Encourage my tears to fall
And when I'm done
There is what there always was
The same tender, rhythmic,
faithful rocking
Forward, back, forward, back.
(2005)
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I wrote this when I was a student at UCR as a Creative Writing major. I submitted this as one of my finals. Enjoy!
O sweet song,
How you soothe my soul.
Such gentle cradling within your arms, rocking
My mind back and forth to sleep.
Calming chords caress
the soft peach fuzz
of my heart:
4th chord, the 5th,
Minor fall, major lift
In the hands of this great mother
Who coos me softly to sleep.
A gentle smile in the delicate piano
And with eyes closed I see
The soft white glow in her pure skin,
The ivory keys,
A comforting melodic voice to lull me into peace.
She rocks me forward, rocks me back
As I'm cradled in her lap
You speak to me in feelings
Consoling me like nothing else can
You smooth away my fears
Encourage my tears to fall
And when I'm done
There is what there always was
The same tender, rhythmic,
faithful rocking
Forward, back, forward, back.
(2005)
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I wrote this when I was a student at UCR as a Creative Writing major. I submitted this as one of my finals. Enjoy!
Midnight Oil
"Midnight Oil"
Bent over your desk while the window's light fades,
The shadows crawl down the walls.
The only light left is the light from the screen
shining bright in the dim, empty halls.
The creases that line your stress-covered face
make me miss that smile from before,
You sit and you work late into the night
though the hour is hard to ignore.
Frowning and tapping away at the keys,
Hands run over your hair.
Empty offices, the rest have gone home
left you with this burden to bare.
I will sit here is well, and keep you company at least
After all, what more can I do?
I will try to bring back that smile that I love,
and burn midnight oil with you.
By Kristen Stacy
5/3/2010
Bent over your desk while the window's light fades,
The shadows crawl down the walls.
The only light left is the light from the screen
shining bright in the dim, empty halls.
The creases that line your stress-covered face
make me miss that smile from before,
You sit and you work late into the night
though the hour is hard to ignore.
Frowning and tapping away at the keys,
Hands run over your hair.
Empty offices, the rest have gone home
left you with this burden to bare.
I will sit here is well, and keep you company at least
After all, what more can I do?
I will try to bring back that smile that I love,
and burn midnight oil with you.
By Kristen Stacy
5/3/2010
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