Poetry

The Bluebird

There once was a bluebird
In the backyard tree
That sat on a branch
     all day long
And never sang so free.
It was like he felt unwanted
And very lonely.
This bluebird reminds me of someone,
I wonder who it could be?

One day another bluebird came and sang
For the first bluebird and me
But the bluebird didn't listen;
     didn't want to see
That others could be caring,
Loving, and free.
This bluebird reminds me of someone,
I wonder who it could be?

Next day I started thinking
About this bluebird and me.
I compared and I contrasted
And then I came to see
That this bluebird reminds me of someone,
And I thought this someone was me.

*This poem is undated in my notebook and I've forgotten the exact date it was written.  I do know that it was when I was in 7th grade (2001-2002).

Proclamation

Many years from now -
     or perhaps a few -
When life is waning,
You will have gone through
     strife and bliss,
     ecstasy and pain,
     sorrow and joy -
Then thou shall go from this place.

Just as the snowflakes of winter
     and the leaves of autumn,
You will fall into life after death -
This after love, peace, and happiness,
Into that tenfold -
This after hate, war, and sadness,
Into that fall none.
Then thou shall go from this place.

Trails - Memories left behind.
You shall be remembered.
You shall go from this place.

*Written June 8, 2004.