Silver chain through an iron ring,
Why cherish such an ugly thing?
You hold it dear and hold it close,
Neglect the one that matters most.
Circling your neck and down your chest
Caress, that you would like it best.
Those delicate links through hardened black
Will cry the tears your closed eyes lack.
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1/1/2011
This is about people who choose to cherish something of little or no value over something of much, much greater value. They do not see what is in front of them. Why put an iron ring on a silver chain? Which is of greater value?
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Friday, December 17, 2010
The Things I Leave Behind
These are the things I leave behind.
Good memories, hard lessons.
Bonds, loves, people,
Joy and pain often as one.
The one with the silver soul.
It hurts as I pull and clings to my heart,
In a place of cherished memories.
And I sigh with loss as I watch it fade into the distance
Behind me on that road that carries me forward.
I must wrest it from my affections,
For the memory of what it was is far fonder
Than the reality of what it has become.
This I leave behind,
To be a memory that glistens with sweet nostalgia
And not a tragedy; A sorrow, to see the tarnish of age and abuse
On something I cherished for its purity.
These memories.
These are the things I leave behind.
Puzzled though I was,
I leaped at the chance to be seen by one as a companion.
The one with the golden voice, object of my admiration and rivalry.
A warm, wanting closet of my heart nurtured through all these years
A hope that I had had some worth to you at any point.
A small gesture now, since these long years have passed,
and now I realize the naïve romanticism of my remembrance,
The naivety of the hope I harbored that perhaps you had thought of me,
Fleetingly, in a kind and reminiscent way.
This thing… I release into the air from outstretched palm,
Belief in a thing that never even existed at all.
These thoughts.
These are the things I leave behind.
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Rose Erifnosi
12/17/2010
For all the ones I've left behind.
Good memories, hard lessons.
Bonds, loves, people,
Joy and pain often as one.
The one with the silver soul.
It hurts as I pull and clings to my heart,
In a place of cherished memories.
And I sigh with loss as I watch it fade into the distance
Behind me on that road that carries me forward.
I must wrest it from my affections,
For the memory of what it was is far fonder
Than the reality of what it has become.
This I leave behind,
To be a memory that glistens with sweet nostalgia
And not a tragedy; A sorrow, to see the tarnish of age and abuse
On something I cherished for its purity.
These memories.
These are the things I leave behind.
Puzzled though I was,
I leaped at the chance to be seen by one as a companion.
The one with the golden voice, object of my admiration and rivalry.
A warm, wanting closet of my heart nurtured through all these years
A hope that I had had some worth to you at any point.
A small gesture now, since these long years have passed,
and now I realize the naïve romanticism of my remembrance,
The naivety of the hope I harbored that perhaps you had thought of me,
Fleetingly, in a kind and reminiscent way.
This thing… I release into the air from outstretched palm,
Belief in a thing that never even existed at all.
These thoughts.
These are the things I leave behind.
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Rose Erifnosi
12/17/2010
For all the ones I've left behind.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Humanity
Humanity (In Prose)
I saw you walking. With that damned gun in your hand. I knew you had come. For me. With that look of savagery I knew would one day turn on me, like a rabid dog that had ran out of rabbits to tear apart. Your chain broke long ago. It was only a matter of time. You didn't need the gun, and you knew it. Only chose it because you knew how I loathed the thing. Could have done it with your own hands, and relished it all the more. But this one wasn't about your lust, was it. It was about my suffering. All the others you slaughtered and I watched, watched as you laughed heinously, full of life as you took theirs because I was too afraid. I gave myself into the ridiculous delusion that it would keep me safe. But not this time. You want to eradicate the last thing that makes you still feel human. The solitary tie to a humanity that trembles questionably deep in your core. I, your Humanity. Hand grimed with blood and dirt, wrapped around that despicable metal demon; I know you won't be quick. Torture awaits me, but also you. I'll tear at your face and leave you with scars, make you howl with loathing every time you look in the mirror. A reminder, an inescapable remnant of a Humanity you sought to forget you ever had. All I can leave you with, the seeds of a guilt and conscience that will destroy you, in the end. Ever so more slowly than my end. . .
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8/10/2010
Pretty dark, I know. Not really much explanation for this one other than I had been reading some other people's works which happened to be also somewhat macabre and it got my creativity going in that area. I let my imagination wander as far as it could, leaving bread crumbs behind of course ;), and let it paint it's own very expansive scenario that this prose only scratched the surface of. Just kinda interesting I though.
I saw you walking. With that damned gun in your hand. I knew you had come. For me. With that look of savagery I knew would one day turn on me, like a rabid dog that had ran out of rabbits to tear apart. Your chain broke long ago. It was only a matter of time. You didn't need the gun, and you knew it. Only chose it because you knew how I loathed the thing. Could have done it with your own hands, and relished it all the more. But this one wasn't about your lust, was it. It was about my suffering. All the others you slaughtered and I watched, watched as you laughed heinously, full of life as you took theirs because I was too afraid. I gave myself into the ridiculous delusion that it would keep me safe. But not this time. You want to eradicate the last thing that makes you still feel human. The solitary tie to a humanity that trembles questionably deep in your core. I, your Humanity. Hand grimed with blood and dirt, wrapped around that despicable metal demon; I know you won't be quick. Torture awaits me, but also you. I'll tear at your face and leave you with scars, make you howl with loathing every time you look in the mirror. A reminder, an inescapable remnant of a Humanity you sought to forget you ever had. All I can leave you with, the seeds of a guilt and conscience that will destroy you, in the end. Ever so more slowly than my end. . .
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8/10/2010
Pretty dark, I know. Not really much explanation for this one other than I had been reading some other people's works which happened to be also somewhat macabre and it got my creativity going in that area. I let my imagination wander as far as it could, leaving bread crumbs behind of course ;), and let it paint it's own very expansive scenario that this prose only scratched the surface of. Just kinda interesting I though.
Monday, May 3, 2010
The Flame
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.
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
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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