Monday, June 9, 2008

Timeline

Okay, so it's nearly 12:30 AM. I should really be in bed, since I have a test tomorrow (writing composition), but aside from that, I simply shouldn't be up this late. Anyway, I know this isn't exactly what you guys want from me, but it's something. So here it is. A poem... after a LONG time. A poem that actually has something to do with how I feel. Normally my poems are irrelevant and have no relation to myself... So this is different. Hope you guys like it.

We sit together.
In cheerful words we laugh,
Exchanging mostly smiles.

We hug in private acknowledgement,
Of our seemingly long journey ahead.

But I am aware of the kitchen’s timer.
I can see it in your eyes.
Although they are so strong,
I know one day you will drift off,
And I will have no one else to talk to.

Sometimes I think of the day I shall hear the alarm.
It rings in my head,
Like a nervous heart-beat.
My very own.

“Don’t think too much ahead,”
“Think of the now—you won’t regret it.”
So many say.
Yet here I am,
Catching your eye once again,
A caring smile falls upon you.
And I am once again shot with the sudden shock,
Of possibly losing you.


[EDIT: And if you're wondering who the heck this could be about, since the possibilities could be relatively endless-- it's supposed to be in regards to my dad. I was in one of my recent mood swings, and with that mood swing, I couldn't help but think about the things that I fear in the future. One of the many is the parting of my dad... ;( ]

2 comments:

Rain-drop said...

When you say "parting" in your end note, do you mean passing away? Sorry to start my comment so morbidly, but I'm curious.

The reason I am so curious is because I can relate. I'm going to be 20 this year, and my mom and stepdad are getting older. My mom is about 58, and my stepdad is 63 or so (haha, I don't know their ages! I'm so lame). So I get really scared and sad when I think of them not being around anymore. :(

Your new poem is frikking awesome. I love it! I love how it is about you, and it is emotional and sentimental, but also deep and thought-provoking.

I really love the metaphor of the alarm clock, and the line "But I am aware of the kitchen's timer." In fact, that whole stanza starting with that line has got to be my favorite.

It really hits you hard, the line, "And I will have no one to talk to." It's so sad! Even before I read your end note, I could relate to the sadness and apprehension in this poem.

This poem is really amazing. I love it. Keep writing poetry!

I hope that this post means you're going to start posting on this blog again. *puppy eyes* Please? I'd love to see more poetry, stories, anything!

Die said...

Ohhhh *o* I loved it! Good work 8D