Selected poetry by Strafe
PostPosted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 4:23 pm
I'll periodically post poems I've created here, and a little bit of background on them.
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A Dark Room Full of Clocks
By Matt
He sits alone in a dark room full of clocks, watching hours die
Her picture rests in his hands, a loving memory of days long past
The grandfather clock beats in time with his weary heart
Tired eyes close as the tick tock tick becomes a steady waltz
The scent of her perfume dances, flits on the edge of his mind
He opens his eyes, sees himself dancing in turn, swaying as she smiles
Her dark hair ignites the flames from when they were young
Her gentle grasp as they turn sets sparks off in his hand
The waltz accelerates, and they hurry along with it
Until she laughs warmly when the final note fades away
They applaud the string quartet, as they return to their seats from the dance floor
He closes his eyes again as he sits, reeling from the sheer joy of it all
He opens his eyes again, expecting her comforting smile
It is all gone
The shining parquet floor is now the rotting hardwood he has once loved
The lively tempo has faded to the clock’s weary trudge
Every long second is again a heartbeat, another step closer
He is tired of walking in this room of clocks forever
He sits alone in a dark room full of clocks, watching hours die
Her picture rests in his hands, a loving memory of days long past
But a faint giggle comes through the wall like a gossamer thread
The door opens, light pours into the dark room
Standing there is his granddaughter, and he offers a warm smile
A smile just like his wife would have given her
He sets down her picture, and steps out of the dark room full of clocks
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So just something I wrote when I was bored. Not much about it.
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I Watched the Light Fall
By Matt
I listened for the future's call
As the sun fought against the dark sky
I watched the night fall
I knew that the wells would never run dry
For we would never have pain anymore
As the sun fought against the dark sky
And above all worries we would soar
As we had nothing in life to fear
For we would never have pain anymore
But the darkness began to draw near
While I clung to my hopes of perfect bliss
As we had nothing in life to fear
Further we descended into the abyss
As I begged the light to stay
While I clung to my hopes of perfect bliss
And now, for a shred of light, I pray
I listen for the future's call
As I begged the light to stay
I watched the night fall
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A little poem I did on the Great Depression. Again, not much to it.
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I Cried For You
By Matt
I watched the lights flicker across the television screen
The shifting pictures uncertain of where to go next
Until they stopped on you, as you dug through piles of refuse
And I cried for you that day
As you limped across sullen streets
Looking over your shoulder in fear
Until you were in the alleys, licking your many wounds
Because you were the outcast
And they knew that you knew you were nothing
So I cried for you
When the smell of your own intoxicated breath made you reel
And your tired rotting clothes leaned against you for support
Even though there was none you could give
Not even to your own family
But I cried for you
As I watched your life flicker before my eyes
Your shifting gaze uncertain of where to turn
Up to the day when they carried you away
Because you were finally at peace
I cried for you
Until I went home to the wealth I could have easily shared
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Just another bored poem.
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Posting more later.
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A Dark Room Full of Clocks
By Matt
He sits alone in a dark room full of clocks, watching hours die
Her picture rests in his hands, a loving memory of days long past
The grandfather clock beats in time with his weary heart
Tired eyes close as the tick tock tick becomes a steady waltz
The scent of her perfume dances, flits on the edge of his mind
He opens his eyes, sees himself dancing in turn, swaying as she smiles
Her dark hair ignites the flames from when they were young
Her gentle grasp as they turn sets sparks off in his hand
The waltz accelerates, and they hurry along with it
Until she laughs warmly when the final note fades away
They applaud the string quartet, as they return to their seats from the dance floor
He closes his eyes again as he sits, reeling from the sheer joy of it all
He opens his eyes again, expecting her comforting smile
It is all gone
The shining parquet floor is now the rotting hardwood he has once loved
The lively tempo has faded to the clock’s weary trudge
Every long second is again a heartbeat, another step closer
He is tired of walking in this room of clocks forever
He sits alone in a dark room full of clocks, watching hours die
Her picture rests in his hands, a loving memory of days long past
But a faint giggle comes through the wall like a gossamer thread
The door opens, light pours into the dark room
Standing there is his granddaughter, and he offers a warm smile
A smile just like his wife would have given her
He sets down her picture, and steps out of the dark room full of clocks
-
So just something I wrote when I was bored. Not much about it.
---
I Watched the Light Fall
By Matt
I listened for the future's call
As the sun fought against the dark sky
I watched the night fall
I knew that the wells would never run dry
For we would never have pain anymore
As the sun fought against the dark sky
And above all worries we would soar
As we had nothing in life to fear
For we would never have pain anymore
But the darkness began to draw near
While I clung to my hopes of perfect bliss
As we had nothing in life to fear
Further we descended into the abyss
As I begged the light to stay
While I clung to my hopes of perfect bliss
And now, for a shred of light, I pray
I listen for the future's call
As I begged the light to stay
I watched the night fall
-
A little poem I did on the Great Depression. Again, not much to it.
---
I Cried For You
By Matt
I watched the lights flicker across the television screen
The shifting pictures uncertain of where to go next
Until they stopped on you, as you dug through piles of refuse
And I cried for you that day
As you limped across sullen streets
Looking over your shoulder in fear
Until you were in the alleys, licking your many wounds
Because you were the outcast
And they knew that you knew you were nothing
So I cried for you
When the smell of your own intoxicated breath made you reel
And your tired rotting clothes leaned against you for support
Even though there was none you could give
Not even to your own family
But I cried for you
As I watched your life flicker before my eyes
Your shifting gaze uncertain of where to turn
Up to the day when they carried you away
Because you were finally at peace
I cried for you
Until I went home to the wealth I could have easily shared
-
Just another bored poem.
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Posting more later.