Eyes

Every time I see a girl, I always think the most attractive thing about her is her eyes, so I wrote a series of poems about girls eyes. The first is about blue eyed girls, the second about brown eyes. There is a third one, but it isn't done, but its about green eyes.

Paralyzing

A single moment
of stillness.
Not a single sound
was heard,
but two hearts
beating together.
Her smile
was a kindly
and sweet smile,
and her hand
was reaching
for his hand,
But he froze,
because her eyes
were icy blue,
and they
were paralyzing.


She had dark ocher eyes,
seathing with mystery.
She smiled and laughed,
skipping out of sight.
Her movements
were like running water,
flowing over the rocks.
She kept just out of reach,
Dancing and singing
through the trees and bushes,
And then she vanished,
Just beyond the oak.
And that was the last,
The last time I saw her,
The girl with the ocher eyes.

Midnight's Symphony

The soft trickle of raindrops
And the whistling wind,
The buzz of the streetlamp
And the soft repetative click
Of footfalls in the night
Ringing throught the dark.
The swish of bat wings
And the swaying trees,
The rush of cars far away
And the rythm of a single heart
Beating calmly and softly
In the dark of midnight.
These are the sounds
Of the deepest night,
Midnight's Symphony.

Plainface

Hey, I know I haven't published anything new recently, but I've been a little messed up. I've been working on writing an actual book instead of my poetry. I don't really have all the details, and I dont'even really know which direction I'm going to take it in, but I have some ideas. Its either going to be just a love story, or a story of a revolution that the main charecter joins. The title of the story is "Plainface." Its a story about the future of america where it has gone from the United States of America, to the United Nations of America. In this culture, all individuallity has been out lawed. The engine for this restriction is a mask. Everyone wears masks. Its illegal to remove your mask in public and/or in the presence of a non-family member. Either it will center around the two main charecters falling in love, or it will be a love story that will lead the main charecter to join the revolution.

The Hanged Man

I had a dream last night after I wrote the post about the drama. I like this girl, but she's dating someone else, who isn't good for her. His habits cause her pain and he won't change. She bought a deck of tarot cards and we did readings for fun. Well in my dream, we were back in her living room and I asked what i should do. I drew one card out of the deck. I don't know how I managed to remember this, but I drew the Hanged Man. He appears to be upside down, but you could view it as the world is upside down. He represents martyrdom and acceptance. I took that meaning as the fact I'm ment to wait for my reward. But he also represents detachment, contemplation, and inner harmony. I took that as the idea that i need to detach myself from the situation analyze it, and come to peace with any possible outcomes or resolutions.
I am now the Hanged Man, I will detach from the situation so I can see it clearly.

Your's truly,

The Hanged Man

Hell, this hurts.

Well, I'd just like to say,Life, you bitch, throw everything you have at me. I'll still be standing in the end and so much stronger.
I say this because right now my life is throwing shit at me, but it isn't the usual drama, I don't know how to deal with whats going on right now. I can't control my emotions right now, I slip from happy to sad to outragously mad in the matter of minutes. It sucks, I can't relaxe for i minute without something setting me off. I can't deal with my lack of ability to play my timpani part right now because I can count it, I can read the music, and I know the notes, but when we play it together I can't. I've always been able to do something when I put my mind to it, but this just seems to block me. Then, there are my grades, they're doing well, but i hate myself because they slipped so drastically. Now I have to have my parents yell at me to be motivated to do anything. Then, on top of that I'm having issues with my friends. I can't open up to half of them and the other half, I'm always scared I'm to open to them. I don't want them to be annoyed by me, but I need them. And finally, I can't write anything worth reading. Nothing at all, even poetry. I feel like my world was stolen from me. But despite how negative I sound, this is really giving me hope. Its sick, I know, but all these challenges will make me a better person.
Robert Frost once said "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life; IT GOES ON.

Death...

Death scares me to hell and back. I only bring this up because a friend of mine and I were talking about characters in stories. I said, without thinking, that real people die and characters shouldn't. Then she said that, that shouldn't be the case, they should be like real characters. This made me realize just how entirly death scares me. It scares me so much that I'm afraid to have something that related to me die. Even just a character feels like a part of me, and it would honestly scare the hell outta me to have to write a death for any of them.

Optimism,

It seems to be at an all time low right now. I'll be the first to admit, I spent all yesterday spreading "Singles Awareness Day" when I should have been spreading the love. I'm sorry about that. I just want to remind people that you should always believe in the power of love, because love conquers all.

In Everything

Love In every language
it has a name,
and in every soul
it has an expression.
A hug, a kiss,
a step, a dance,
A word, and a poem,
And in another,
A harmony,
That defys logic,
Sense, reson,
Time, and distance.
Love has power,
Love gives life,
Love is what makes us
human,
And love will preveil
In every fight,
And in every war.
Love can bring change,
In every situation,
And in every world.
And finally,
Love will live on,
In every history,
and every soul.

B Jeff Koch