Just Literature discussion

Hi. So my name is Christine and I have a blog ( acrumpledpieceofpaper.wordpress.com) and hopefully you can check it out. It's where I usually post my poems. Here's one of them.

A Haven in The Dark

It wonders me why some people

are scared of the dark.

As if daggers might spring out

from every corner of the shadows

and stab them repeatedly

until they’ll bleed out.

But not me.

I’m not scared of it.

I’m not terrified at all.

I dress it like a night gown,

and wrap it around me like a blanket,

and inhale it like an oxygen.

I can find myself in the dark.

Not a vague reflection,

but a clear silhouette of who I am.

My sanity stays with me,

and no one is trying to snatch it away;

i never have to pretend.

It must be poignant and wretched

that I am safe where others are not,

that I can see colors in the dark,

and no one is trying to pursue me,

except my own demons,

except my own ragged breath.

Wingless Bird

You wanted to fly

But you have no wings

What then, child?

Climb instead.

Use your feet.



You wanted to fly

But you have no wings

Are you sure you’re a bird, child?

A bird with no wings,

There’s no such thing.



Maybe you are no bird

and you are never meant to fly.

Crawl, swim, roar,

And you might find what you are.



Who you really are.

Lover's Ease

The ease I seek I long for
It was before now mine and free
In the glory of a low sun turning
To gold the cheek of my true love
And through these ornamental gardens
paths of graceful pattern turn me
Viewing beauty so well staged
To kiss the cheek of my true love
And may this bridge of curved wood
Turning fields apart to one
Hold me forever above the brook
For I stand by the side of my love
And perfectly placed the doves
The fish in the gleam of the sun
Portrayed blissfully thus
I go hand in hand with my love