Away From The Fall

As the semester comes to an end, I was looking back at some of my past poetry and decided to post one I had written in October.

Away From The Fall

Fear is a fall day,

Fear is leafless trees and their scattered remains,

Fear is the cracking of the leaves you step on,

Fear is the darkness in the sky that comes too early,

Your thoughts race before you, tripping like red leaves on their way to the ground,

The tree you loved to sit under in summer- it's bare,

Wanting to sleep, wanting to burrow, wanting to hibernate like the Alaskan bears,

You find yourself pulled back into the group,

Fear feels just the same,

Just as if your friend had come to play,

And no one answers the door, the phone rings to your message,

"I'm not here right now; I'm not really here when I'm here"

Fear is the autumn days that turn dark before we even have a thought to dance in the light,

Terror strikes through you and it feels like wind,

You almost can't catch your breath,

Fear is unbearable cold that sinks somewhere deep inside,

Fear is forgetting to put your coat on in the morning,

Pink cheeks and blue blue feet,

You burrow inside the month of October, ticking down the moments of your life,

Your pull yourself inside yourself,

And sleep until the snow comes, your sleep until you want to run,

And then you run-away from the multitudes and crowds, away from yourself,

Away from the fear,

And away from the fall...

Mistakes

Here's a poem I wrote. I wrote "forever" on a piece of paper and burned it in my wood stove, here's the picture. :)

Mistakes

A Mistake is made in the dead of night,
As the rain pelts against our souls,
As the milk white moon hides,
As the trees violently sway against the wind,
Where is our sanity?

For we have made a mistake,
Why did I follow you?
For stormy security?
Transparent crystal eyes,
I search for light,
Why did I listen?

Why did I trust and believe
the bitter and broken lies you fed to me?
Why did I follow with such intent?

Where have you gone now?
Where am I?

I drowned in your regrets and mistakes,
You have washed up with a stony heart,
I have washed up with none

Mistake,
I mistook you,
Forced my eyes to see the visions I wanted to
I mistook us for more than a two-letter word on a page,

Mistook power for love,
Darkness for light,
Death for life,

Now I lay in my shallow grave and you in yours,
Now neither of us will live with our discord,
For we are free,
Just mistakes of poetry,