The Crimson Strand
warning: mentions cutting. for some people even just reading about it can cause them to think about it, and possible do it. if you are one of these people, STOP NOW. Do not read this poem. ThanksCrimson String
I fell to the ground
And lamented my life
I had let so many down
I would tell them with a knife
I still remember how
The metal looked on flesh
I don’t understand it now
How I thought death was best
I know on that night
When my blood fell
I lost the fight
They rung the final bell
The psychiatric ward
Or hell as I thought
I turned to the Lord
As battles I fought
Two years of the same
Fighting and giving in
It was kind of a game
Who would win?
Two years from the first
Time metal touched skin
My heart nearly burst
The battle would end
These stories I tell
Numerous as sand
Are held together well
By the crimson strand
See Jesus he died
On Calvary’s hill
The whole world sighed
When he paid our bill
Freedom at last
From hurt and from pain
Sin he has cast
Sin he has slain
this one is kind of a life story i wrote around the third time i was hospitalised in September of 2004, i think. i know it was fall 2004 though.
The Vase
Beautiful Vase
Angela MasonShe falls to her knees to lament
The broken pieces scattered
All around her on the dusty street
A puzzle she will never figure out
She knows how it should look
But she doesn’t know how to put it back together
If only she hadn’t dropped it
Her beautiful vase
Tears well up on her twisted face
She worked so hard, so long
Made it from scratch
Every day she worked so it would be beautiful
She dropped it
It will never be the same
Her beautiful vase
Can she glue it back together?
Of course
It will never look the same
Scratched and torn
She gave up her life for it
Everything she knew
All for her beautiful vase
Someday soon, someday far
She will begin her project anew
Always looking at the broken vase
She will create one more beautiful
With perfect lines and vibrant colors
A bright glaze finishing it off
Inside it will contain her broken vase
I don't feel there's a whole lot of need to explain this one. Sometimes we feel like we have our lives together and then crap happens, and we pick up the pieces and move on, knowing it isn't the same as it used to, but also know it's better than it used to be.
Newest Poem: Sonnet I
this one i just finished. it's a sonnet. . . kind of. those of you who are poetry nerds know that sonnets use
iambic pentameter (click link if you don't know what it is), but this uses only 4 iambs per line. so it's a little off on that, but otherwise, it's a sonnet. so i'm calling it a sonnet.
Sonnet I
Angela MasonMy thoughts slowly begin to leave
as you shoot me inbetween the eyes
the novacaine i now recieve
protects me from subconscience lies.
You dull me up "For my own sake,"
protect me from my vicious mind
and from me you decide to take
mem'ries of mountains already climbed.
But sadly i must pause to say;
too many have drunk this sobering draught,
minds once great now put to bay
for that happiness you have sought.
What brilliance now is left unseen,
dulled by years of mental morphine?
Invisible Girl
This is one of my first "good" poems i wrote. i *think* i wrote it around my junior year of high school (eg 2001-2002), but i'm not 100% on the timing. it's very much an angsty teen poem. but i like it.
Invisible Girl
Angela Mason
I am the invisible girl
Trying out my wings in this huge cold world
Breaking out of my shell
Trying to figure out what I do well
I will fear nothing, I will stand strong
Through all of the pain and all of the wrong
I will fight my fears I will fight it all
I know that in the end I will stand tall
I am the invisible girl
Slowly but surely showing this world
Who I am and how I act
The things I have and the things I lack
Someday this cocoon will explode
I will have finally broken the mold
That has held me back for so long
I will be singing a completely new song
So watch out world
For this is one invisible girl
Who will leave this place
Where she feels like a disgrace
She will mature and grow to be
The person that you can’t see
She will show the world
That she isn’t just an invisible girl
Eve
This is another one of my favorites. i was depressed one night and was kinda getting mad at Adam and Eve for letting sin enter this world, and then i got to thinking about what it would be like to have been Eve. To have walked with God so personally, and then cast out into an unforgiving world to have one of your sons murder the other, and know it was your fault. that's rough man. So, this is my poem.
Eve’s Song
Angela Mason
Darkness inhabits
Every shadow
Every corner
Every hole
Of the home she made
Out of her broken soul
EAT THE FRUIT
Shards of gold
Lay scattered
Remains of herself
In a bucket
By the tree
EAT THE FRUIT
The golden tree
The tree of knowledge
That ruined her
EAT THE FRUIT
Eat the fruit my child
It is delicious
And cold
Feel it’s smooth texture
EAT THE FRUIT
Tree of knowledge means
Tree of death
Punishment
Pangs of childbirth
EAT THE FRUIT
A son lying slain
One son standing above
Another
EAT THE FRUIT
EAT THE FRUIT
EAT THE FRUIT
Dragons Lair
Dragons Lair
Lost in a sea of darkness
Drowning in a world of despair
Floundering completely alone
Life was as a dragon’s lair
Shoved in every direction
Pushed until ripped apart
Lost without understanding
Life was as a dragon’s lair
Then came the thundering rain
A sharp chill was felt in my breast
Guilt was stoking the fire
I realized I was in a dragon’s lair
Glancing around I saw light
Wonderful covering whiteness
My body was drenched with filth
I wanted out of the dragon’s lair
A small voice screamed, “Repent”
I stared down at my filthy hands
A voice in my head said “Never”
I cried out from the dragon’s lair
Broken I screamed out
Yelled to the invisible voice
Screamed cries of repentance
I was saved from the dragon’s lair
Rain washed away every iniquity
Cleansing water filled my life
I still look down occasionally
Desiring the dragon’s lair
Climbing up while looking down
Still crying out, still being cleansed
Never completely out
Of the torturous dragon’s lair
this one, i like, but it is borderline to 100% kinda cheesy. it needs work, it needs fine tuning. i want it to have a more consistant meter, and am having trouble with that. i like the imagry in it, but it needs something more to make it a good poem.
any suggestions?
Beast
This poem I really like how it is. I think i'ts one of my favorites i've written. Quite possibly my favorite. Um, it's kinda grisly, but honest.
The Beast
Angela Mason
There is a beast that dwells inside
His figure unseen by the best of eyes
He prances to he prances fro
Where he is I never know
Not a beast of kindly sort
His dangers still are hard to thwart
Small and quiet at his best
He never leaves me quiet rest
With gentle voice he softly yells
Soundlessly screaming voluptuous swells
My right hand he commands to grab
The horrid utensil with which i stab
He loves to see my own blood flow
His desires are base his desires are low
At every chance he infects my brain
Tells me that my fights in vain
Who is this beast that dwells inside
This beast is I, the one who cries.
in the beginning. . .
well, i want to get kinda serious about working on my poetry and maybe trying to get some of it published, all that jazz. this blog will serve as a vehicle in the editing process.
so, the basic principle of this is, i post a poem, and you leave comments telling me how i can improve it, or if it's good, etc. I want constructive criticism. no, "it sucks" if it sucks, tell me why it sucks. give me something to work with, kapiche?
so, this is the beginning.
