My Perspective
The view I see from this old mattress
The one with stains and no sheets
Is the view through a shattered window
To see the world outside you must look past the brokenness
The view I see from this mountain top
The one that is a frozen waste land
Is the view of a cold isolated world
To see the heart of a person you must first let them warm up
The view I see from this textbook
The one with not enough highlighted areas
Is the view of a balancing student
To see a desire to learn you must feed a persons passion
The view I see from this empty ferris wheel chair
The one that should seat two, but only holds one
Is the view of being on top of the world
To see the world, to understand it, sometimes you must rise alone.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Glass
SO there are two versions to this poem
Please let me know which you is better
Glass
By Rebekah Tucker
I feel like I never really knew him ,
Maybe I was in love with a perfect idea,
Like loving a reflection
I could see you peering back at me…
I try to touch you but my fingers slam
Against the glass pane.
All I feel is the cool icy surface
Of a marble sphere.
Emotions and voice locked in that
Glass prism. Yet still I loved you,
But it’s so hard,
To love a ghost.
A trace, a part, a reflection of a man,
To long to be touched,
To want to hear desire in your voice
But to know, that it will never happen.
On bright and sunny days,
You would almost break free from that cage
Stretching your hand out,
Morphing the glass into liquid.
Almost touching me, I’d hold my breath,
Wait to feel your hand upon my face
But you’d revert back, to your ice cave, to your prism
Telling me you were content, to stay there, forever.
So I’d wait for those sunny days,
For you to try again,
To touch my heart with your icy grip.
Some days you would succeed,
But how tangible,
How feeling, can ice really be?
Even in its most beautiful state
It eventually melts to water.
So my heart stayed frozen, touched by a glass boy
A perfect reflection and on sunny days
You even gave me a touch of frost.
But how long can a heart stayed preserved
In ice before it gets frostbit,
How long could I stay yours and not turn to ice myself?
And not be captured by your glass prison…
Or this one that is a bit lengthier
Sometimes I feel like I never really knew him
But that I was in love with this perfect idea,
Like loving a person’s reflection in a window
I could see you peering back at me
I’d try to touch you but my fingers slammed against the glass pane
And all I feel is the cool icy surface of a marble sphere
Even with your emotions and voice being locked in that
Glass prism. I loved you
But it’s so hard, to love a ghost
A trace, a part, a reflection of a man
To long for his touch, to want to hear desire in his voice
But to know that it would never come
Some days, the bright and sunny ones,
You would almost break free from that ice cage
Stretching your hand out, morphing the glass into
Liquid you would almost touch me, I’d hold my breath
Waiting to feel your hand upon my face but right then
You’d revert back, to your ice cave, to your prism and you’d
Tell me you were content, to stay there, forever
So I’d wait for another sunny day,
For you to try again, and again, and again
To touch my heart with your icy grip
And some days you would succeed but how tangible
And feeling can ice really be, even in its most beautiful state
It eventually melts into water.
So my heart stayed frozen, touched by a glass boy
The one who was a perfect reflection, and on a sunny day
Even gave me a touch of frost, but how long can a heart
Stayed preserved in ice before it gets frostbit,
How long could I stay yours and not turn to ice myself?
And not fall into your glass prison…
Please let me know which you is better
Glass
By Rebekah Tucker
I feel like I never really knew him ,
Maybe I was in love with a perfect idea,
Like loving a reflection
I could see you peering back at me…
I try to touch you but my fingers slam
Against the glass pane.
All I feel is the cool icy surface
Of a marble sphere.
Emotions and voice locked in that
Glass prism. Yet still I loved you,
But it’s so hard,
To love a ghost.
A trace, a part, a reflection of a man,
To long to be touched,
To want to hear desire in your voice
But to know, that it will never happen.
On bright and sunny days,
You would almost break free from that cage
Stretching your hand out,
Morphing the glass into liquid.
Almost touching me, I’d hold my breath,
Wait to feel your hand upon my face
But you’d revert back, to your ice cave, to your prism
Telling me you were content, to stay there, forever.
So I’d wait for those sunny days,
For you to try again,
To touch my heart with your icy grip.
Some days you would succeed,
But how tangible,
How feeling, can ice really be?
Even in its most beautiful state
It eventually melts to water.
So my heart stayed frozen, touched by a glass boy
A perfect reflection and on sunny days
You even gave me a touch of frost.
But how long can a heart stayed preserved
In ice before it gets frostbit,
How long could I stay yours and not turn to ice myself?
And not be captured by your glass prison…
Or this one that is a bit lengthier
Sometimes I feel like I never really knew him
But that I was in love with this perfect idea,
Like loving a person’s reflection in a window
I could see you peering back at me
I’d try to touch you but my fingers slammed against the glass pane
And all I feel is the cool icy surface of a marble sphere
Even with your emotions and voice being locked in that
Glass prism. I loved you
But it’s so hard, to love a ghost
A trace, a part, a reflection of a man
To long for his touch, to want to hear desire in his voice
But to know that it would never come
Some days, the bright and sunny ones,
You would almost break free from that ice cage
Stretching your hand out, morphing the glass into
Liquid you would almost touch me, I’d hold my breath
Waiting to feel your hand upon my face but right then
You’d revert back, to your ice cave, to your prism and you’d
Tell me you were content, to stay there, forever
So I’d wait for another sunny day,
For you to try again, and again, and again
To touch my heart with your icy grip
And some days you would succeed but how tangible
And feeling can ice really be, even in its most beautiful state
It eventually melts into water.
So my heart stayed frozen, touched by a glass boy
The one who was a perfect reflection, and on a sunny day
Even gave me a touch of frost, but how long can a heart
Stayed preserved in ice before it gets frostbit,
How long could I stay yours and not turn to ice myself?
And not fall into your glass prison…
Monday, April 26, 2010
Train of Thought.
I wish I lived in that cave that Plato spoke of
The one where all that existed were shadows on the wall
I never wanted to enter the world
To see the daylight that existed here
I wanted to stay there
To stay in your world father
To exist outside of this skin, of this carcass
That they foolishly call a body
They admire it they analyze it
They determine that what you are
Is accurately represented
By the skin you wear
You must think us so foolish
To love our own image so much
That we make paper idols
Of this flesh that you made out of the mud and dust
How much more would they love themselves
Truly learn to love and appreciate all that are
If they could look past this epidermal garb
Your eyes like night vision in the darkest of nights
If they could see through this flimsy transparent outer layer
Would fear replace their worship
Would they then see their own ink stains
Then perhaps they would beg for your holy water to bath in
Then perhaps we would see that without you
We fall to the ground we were created with
We become the dust that we spit upon
We are only ashes without you
The one where all that existed were shadows on the wall
I never wanted to enter the world
To see the daylight that existed here
I wanted to stay there
To stay in your world father
To exist outside of this skin, of this carcass
That they foolishly call a body
They admire it they analyze it
They determine that what you are
Is accurately represented
By the skin you wear
You must think us so foolish
To love our own image so much
That we make paper idols
Of this flesh that you made out of the mud and dust
How much more would they love themselves
Truly learn to love and appreciate all that are
If they could look past this epidermal garb
Your eyes like night vision in the darkest of nights
If they could see through this flimsy transparent outer layer
Would fear replace their worship
Would they then see their own ink stains
Then perhaps they would beg for your holy water to bath in
Then perhaps we would see that without you
We fall to the ground we were created with
We become the dust that we spit upon
We are only ashes without you
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Here...lyrics from a couple years ago.
My eyes burn as bad as acid eating away flesh
The sky is as dark and angry as i feel tonight
Each lightning strike is a blink of my lashes
Every raindrop is a mark from my bleeding heart
Where are you tonight
Where Where
When the world itself
Is my only fear
Where are you, where
My body shakes like a trembling leaf in the wind
The pain that can't escape finds a way through my eye slit
The cries of a frightened child like a raging wind
Fill the night
A heart that beats only for its maker
feels lonely for another
So where are you tonight
Where Where
When I cant face my tears
Where are you, where where
I found you here in the bed next to me
Holding me tight like
A storm about to break free
Your omnipresent strength
Like a grass blade in the wind
Will grant me strength to get past this test
Here you are
Standing beside me
Never far
Here here here you are
The sky is as dark and angry as i feel tonight
Each lightning strike is a blink of my lashes
Every raindrop is a mark from my bleeding heart
Where are you tonight
Where Where
When the world itself
Is my only fear
Where are you, where
My body shakes like a trembling leaf in the wind
The pain that can't escape finds a way through my eye slit
The cries of a frightened child like a raging wind
Fill the night
A heart that beats only for its maker
feels lonely for another
So where are you tonight
Where Where
When I cant face my tears
Where are you, where where
I found you here in the bed next to me
Holding me tight like
A storm about to break free
Your omnipresent strength
Like a grass blade in the wind
Will grant me strength to get past this test
Here you are
Standing beside me
Never far
Here here here you are
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Nothing
Nothing
I wait to become another floating mass
In the black ocean of dead bodies.
The putrid rotting smell of decay
Surrounds me. Escape never crosses my mind,
Survive is never uttered from my lips.
Why give myself this idea of false hope,
For I know full well what I have done.
To breathe alone is unbearable pain.
Spikes dig into every inch of my nerve endings,
Delivering an amount of pain that I was unprepared for.
The screams alone terrify me, for in the dark
They echo for miles, yet there is never a response.
I sit in this chair of torture, waiting for my life
To end, for my spirit to dissolve into this smoky sky.
But even that comfort is withheld from filth such as myself.
I have been forced to eat an insurmountable portion of poison
Yet even it has been sugar coated so that I will be unable to live
Yet still too alive to die. What cursed place must I reside in, for the
Devil to be able to mediate this pain upon my life. I live in the world of sinners
And saints, yet I am below them still. I am a lonely traveler, full of wanderlust,
Full of foolish dreams and desires.
So as I wait for death to consume my mind, even if it refuses to take my soul,
You appear, you shine your spotlight on my skin and like acid it burns. The feeling of the holy in the presence of the unloved overwhelms me. My body trembles and I collapse, embracing the ground. In your aura no one can stand. But peering at your feet, is a level of joy I have never reached. To be your slave, is an honor I never thought of attaining. You rescue me from the devils playground, where I sat upon his slide, waiting to fall into the pit of darkness that surrounded me on all sides, you came from the heavenly realm into this disgusting world and took my hand, in my darkest hour I received grace, and now I rise, I stand and I am.
I wait to become another floating mass
In the black ocean of dead bodies.
The putrid rotting smell of decay
Surrounds me. Escape never crosses my mind,
Survive is never uttered from my lips.
Why give myself this idea of false hope,
For I know full well what I have done.
To breathe alone is unbearable pain.
Spikes dig into every inch of my nerve endings,
Delivering an amount of pain that I was unprepared for.
The screams alone terrify me, for in the dark
They echo for miles, yet there is never a response.
I sit in this chair of torture, waiting for my life
To end, for my spirit to dissolve into this smoky sky.
But even that comfort is withheld from filth such as myself.
I have been forced to eat an insurmountable portion of poison
Yet even it has been sugar coated so that I will be unable to live
Yet still too alive to die. What cursed place must I reside in, for the
Devil to be able to mediate this pain upon my life. I live in the world of sinners
And saints, yet I am below them still. I am a lonely traveler, full of wanderlust,
Full of foolish dreams and desires.
So as I wait for death to consume my mind, even if it refuses to take my soul,
You appear, you shine your spotlight on my skin and like acid it burns. The feeling of the holy in the presence of the unloved overwhelms me. My body trembles and I collapse, embracing the ground. In your aura no one can stand. But peering at your feet, is a level of joy I have never reached. To be your slave, is an honor I never thought of attaining. You rescue me from the devils playground, where I sat upon his slide, waiting to fall into the pit of darkness that surrounded me on all sides, you came from the heavenly realm into this disgusting world and took my hand, in my darkest hour I received grace, and now I rise, I stand and I am.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Edited Adelaid Poem
Adelaid by Rebekah Tucker
Green eyed gypsy girl of a simple farming life,
Dust and dirt in her sleeves adventure in her heart
Tired of the world she see from her apple tree,
Tired of the life she leads, a simple wife to be.
Wisps of mud brown hair plastered to her face
Sweat upon her brow wiped by calloused hand
Never forgetting the pastors words, of loving others first
Never forgetting where she stands- as if the ground is cursed
Early to bed early to rise something’s left to do
Time continues and fades no matter how fast she works
Refusing to wait for Prince Charming in hope he’ll come riding through
Refusing to stay where she is, with nothing left to loose
In the shaded tent trace the lines upon her hands
Future and fate become one, sadness enters through the eyes
Sacrifice her one desire, for her one and only love
Sacrifice her destiny, like the death of a white dove
Shadows in the dead of night move and shift in form,
Clear and cold the atmosphere, but inside she is warm
Rocket’s path, bursting by climbing the ladder of light
In the morning one girl lost and an ox will cry in blight
Green eyed gypsy girl of a simple farming life,
Dust and dirt in her sleeves adventure in her heart
Tired of the world she see from her apple tree,
Tired of the life she leads, a simple wife to be.
Wisps of mud brown hair plastered to her face
Sweat upon her brow wiped by calloused hand
Never forgetting the pastors words, of loving others first
Never forgetting where she stands- as if the ground is cursed
Early to bed early to rise something’s left to do
Time continues and fades no matter how fast she works
Refusing to wait for Prince Charming in hope he’ll come riding through
Refusing to stay where she is, with nothing left to loose
In the shaded tent trace the lines upon her hands
Future and fate become one, sadness enters through the eyes
Sacrifice her one desire, for her one and only love
Sacrifice her destiny, like the death of a white dove
Shadows in the dead of night move and shift in form,
Clear and cold the atmosphere, but inside she is warm
Rocket’s path, bursting by climbing the ladder of light
In the morning one girl lost and an ox will cry in blight
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Villanelle: Write
Villanelle: Write
By Rebekah Tucker
Close my eyes and write
And sloppy ink blots form on the paper
Must be what I feel, right?
Close my eyes and write
You and me happily ever after
You’re the only future in my sights
Must be what I feel, right?
Longevity equals happiness?
Like the wind you start to bite
Close my eyes and write
And suddenly it’s not your name in hearts
Another becomes my guiding light
Must be what I feel, right?
Misfits that found their niche
Not a doubt, jump the flight
And suddenly I know that this might
Be everything I ever wanted,
Close my eyes right?
Must be what I feel, write!
By Rebekah Tucker
Close my eyes and write
And sloppy ink blots form on the paper
Must be what I feel, right?
Close my eyes and write
You and me happily ever after
You’re the only future in my sights
Must be what I feel, right?
Longevity equals happiness?
Like the wind you start to bite
Close my eyes and write
And suddenly it’s not your name in hearts
Another becomes my guiding light
Must be what I feel, right?
Misfits that found their niche
Not a doubt, jump the flight
And suddenly I know that this might
Be everything I ever wanted,
Close my eyes right?
Must be what I feel, write!
The Stars Ghazal
In the garden of death I have lived
With only my breath and Orion.
In the tangled weeds I have laid
Pondering my deeds and Orion
In the patterned sky I have watched
The bright lantern sway towards Orion
I have laid alone in the darkest of nights
Face made bright, reflecting from Orion
Love resides upon my lips my secret
Smile hides, from everyone but Orion
Where ever I go, he is there with me
My secret friend, R.A.S.’ secret, Orion
With only my breath and Orion.
In the tangled weeds I have laid
Pondering my deeds and Orion
In the patterned sky I have watched
The bright lantern sway towards Orion
I have laid alone in the darkest of nights
Face made bright, reflecting from Orion
Love resides upon my lips my secret
Smile hides, from everyone but Orion
Where ever I go, he is there with me
My secret friend, R.A.S.’ secret, Orion
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Sonnet Style for Class, no title...
If I had been happy in this place, would you still be here
You wish for me to be content, like a cat in the sun
But heartbreak cannot reflect happiness in any mirror
And everything in me wants to run-
Away- under the ruby red sky, embedded with stars
Like the jewels on a kings robe they sparkle and shine for me
I think of the night, that dark one, when we parked the car
The northern lights danced, they said I have a destiny
It is said you can’t be in love, until you love yourself
So I asked you to teach me, how to love what I don’t know
But that is like asking the stars to give you their health
Foolish and inconsequential, even you do not know
Love here on my knees I ask you, show me the world anew
Come to me, prove to me that I can find happiness,
I can make it through.
You wish for me to be content, like a cat in the sun
But heartbreak cannot reflect happiness in any mirror
And everything in me wants to run-
Away- under the ruby red sky, embedded with stars
Like the jewels on a kings robe they sparkle and shine for me
I think of the night, that dark one, when we parked the car
The northern lights danced, they said I have a destiny
It is said you can’t be in love, until you love yourself
So I asked you to teach me, how to love what I don’t know
But that is like asking the stars to give you their health
Foolish and inconsequential, even you do not know
Love here on my knees I ask you, show me the world anew
Come to me, prove to me that I can find happiness,
I can make it through.
Goodbye
She stands under that hounding water
Desperately trying to rid herself of the grime
The muck that clings to her skin, like leeches sucking blood
She scrubs as hard as she can, up and down her arms
Vigorously trying, to become clean again
She stands there for what seems an eternity
Trying not to hear the whispering voices in her head
The ones that say you’ve failed again,
You threw away your chance
You are nothing in this life
She drags her fingers across her tender skin
Trying to scrap off that solid body cast that is made of mud
But it sticks like his echoing voice and consumes her mind
“We are a part of each other- take a break
It will all work out fine”
Plunging her head over and over again
She tries to drown out the hurt
She looks into the eye of the hurricane
Her soul begging, release me, release me
But it does not
Her flimsy cage remains
Against her will, against her desire
And nothing has changed, except for the sound
Of bags with no room for memories
Being packed and toted away
Desperately trying to rid herself of the grime
The muck that clings to her skin, like leeches sucking blood
She scrubs as hard as she can, up and down her arms
Vigorously trying, to become clean again
She stands there for what seems an eternity
Trying not to hear the whispering voices in her head
The ones that say you’ve failed again,
You threw away your chance
You are nothing in this life
She drags her fingers across her tender skin
Trying to scrap off that solid body cast that is made of mud
But it sticks like his echoing voice and consumes her mind
“We are a part of each other- take a break
It will all work out fine”
Plunging her head over and over again
She tries to drown out the hurt
She looks into the eye of the hurricane
Her soul begging, release me, release me
But it does not
Her flimsy cage remains
Against her will, against her desire
And nothing has changed, except for the sound
Of bags with no room for memories
Being packed and toted away
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Feelings Tonight after the Break-up...no title.
i need your hand tonight
to show me the difference between
what i feel is eternal dark
and something i seek called light
make me a rose out of the northern lights
make it dance over me
show me how life can still go on
tell me everything will be alright
dont forget me in this sea of dead bodies
dont leave me floating through the posion alone
remember all the lovely things you said to me
remember i am a gypsy with no home.
to show me the difference between
what i feel is eternal dark
and something i seek called light
make me a rose out of the northern lights
make it dance over me
show me how life can still go on
tell me everything will be alright
dont forget me in this sea of dead bodies
dont leave me floating through the posion alone
remember all the lovely things you said to me
remember i am a gypsy with no home.
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