Gracie's Inner Workings

I'm compiling all of my poems and will use this thread from now on. I'm gonna put them in timeline order. If you don't want to read through all of it, take a look at my personal favorites. They are 'Sailors to the Floor', 'In a Glass', 'Simplicity', 'Hook Me, Society', and 'Photographic'.

3/01/06

Think, Dream, Believe

THINK
out of the box
around the ring
beyond your train of average thought

DREAM
of what you want
about what you love
with an end that will never loom

BELIEVE
with incessant faith
for years to come
within your soul

set it free

3/08/06



Fight It

they all say
that it’ll all go away
but I know
that it won’t

they all say
it’ll get better some day
despite that
it never will

all we can do now is fight
fight ‘till our hearts are black and dead
and these memories
persist their haunt

now I say
it won’t all go away
but I know
that I can fight it

now I say
it might not get better some day
despite that
I will fight

3/09/06


Motive

I don’t understand
your motive at all
what’s the point? I ask
you just shrug it off
to avoid that tough question
but you know, and I know
that there’s none.

3/12/06

Sailors to the Floor

it bellows its mournful cry
a thousand leagues beneath the surface
ruthlessly crushed by mother sea
and by father ocean

6/10/06

That Monster

I didn’t wish to be this way
I never craved to be that monster
That rips the flesh, with no care in the world
And covetously devours…us.

6/10/06
In A Glass

Pour Fate into a glass and Destiny into another
They fill to the exact same place—they’re the exact some color
Fate is ink black, Destiny black ink
Is anything discernable?

The swirls entwine my fragile fingers
Encasing them like the deep unknown
You can't see whats coming...better look down
Do I just have to plunge?

What's the difference here, the difference?
Is one power bendable by our human will,
the other set in stone? Is any of this possible...
please, tell me, I must know.

10/03/06
And There's No More To It

one thing that we all want to know
is how somebody can look at you different

one thing that we all want to know
is how to look at somebody different
truth is...
if you love 'em
it don't matter

because the feelings inside
put the gleam in their eyes

because the feelings inside
put the gleam in your eyes
truth is...
if you love 'em
you love 'em.
and there's no more to it.

10/03/06

Away For a While

tick tock
time goes by
it flies
then it stops
our perception never is exact
never
and it never will be
for anything.

we think
we are right
let go
of it all
nothing is as lovely as it seems
we are
only here for the ride
scream your head off

if only
oh if only!
I could
get away
just for a little while, it's all that I ask
if only
for a little while...
I would.

just a day would do some good.

11/18/06

Last One Left

Everyone will wonder at some point or another
Want to take a train and speed away
Well throw your hands up in the air
Now get ready for the scare.

Life’s a game, what a shame, what a shame
But there’s not a soul to blame
Drown in water, drown in years, it doesn’t really matter
‘Cause no one’s gonna escape the world alive.

Realize this, and keep in mind
That you’ve got what you’ve got
And you have it for a reason
They’re weapons for the final stretch; who’s the last one left?

11/23/06

Simplicity

This world breathes, ever so softly
Its colors vibrant, oh how lovely
Yet...the pulse and rhythm, please, turn it off!
Too much, tone it down, before I drown
in this not-so-placid problematic place.

Only one wish, a wish wished for forever
A wish plaguing the ages
A wish that the snake won't bite
A wish for simplicity
It will win the fight

11/23/06

Photographic

The wrinkles in his rosy cheeks
Told me of his ancient age
And the quiet stare of glassy eyes
Beckoned me to him.

He sat silently in his rocking chair
He had the air of Zeus, the supreme king
And I sat behind him for hours on end
Until he said, “I remember everything.”

I shook my head, he was lying
I attempted to comprehend, I was trying
“But how…but how?” I simply asked
For his feat I could not grasp.

“I remember the nastiest winter…
And I was only nine.
It was cold enough to freeze me solid in a split second,
That storm was not so kind.

I can still see falling snow,
The wiry bristles of evergreens
And rest assured my little one
Of this I tell the truth.

Because for every second I have lived
I can see the scene in my mind
Every friend, every home
Every lover and every flower bloom.”

I said, “But what about the people?
Do you remember them?
Will you remember who they were
When you reach the end?”

“I will, and I do, of course I do!
How could you think I had no clue?
My long-gone wife with the beautiful eyes…
Oh, how she made me feel inside!”

Then there was an awkward pause
And the old man began to weep.
“Dear child, dear child, I am defiled!
I cannot remember her name…I am a shame…”

“I’m sorry old man, but didn’t you know?
A person can’t remember everything, including me.”
And then, in the blink of an eye…
Gone was the man with the photographic memory.

11/23/06

In the Snap of Fingers (So Suddenly)

So suddenly, nothing is the same
So suddenly, it’s a whole different game
So suddenly…snap! Here’s to the riches and the fame
So suddenly, you’re the one to blame.
So suddenly, you go from gold to trash
So suddenly, it happens in a flash
Have you learned your lesson yet?
To always make the best of life
This life that’s like a rose
And never feel ashamed my dear,
Because it’s time for you to realize
That we all share the pain.


11/27/06
Hook Me, Society

when it's over I want it to be over, and for this I plea
I want no reminders, not the simplest kind
but according to society, I find,
that their questions are gonna plague me.

every corner I turn
they're there; when am I gonna learn
that anywhere I happen to be
these questions have their hooks in me.

their hooks pierce my skin
in a million different places
pain stabs at me like a knife
of hapiness there are no traces.

if I could, my fingers would curl around these metal fangs
and tear them right out of my flesh...stupid things!
let me bleed, leave me be, this I need to feel
and I promise that in time these viscious wounds will heal.

A ultimate collection of Gracie's poesy! I haven't read every poem with the attention they deserve, but those I have perused are excellent. My favourites are your short poems - concise, reading like a snap of fingers, a breeze, their meaning, streamlined, spilling across the intellect like cool clarity, liquid glass. They end with a bite, jolting the reader from complacence, into contemplation, a subtle "ah... ah ha..." (Motive) That was the reaction your poetry elicited from myself, anyway. I loved Photographic the best of your longer verses, the strains of narrative, the characters presented. And There's No More To It reads like an echo; the disposition of the poem aiding this sensation. Overall, I find your style quite inspiring. Cheers. =D Meh, I'm rushing a bit, and don't feel this comment gives your work justice. Perhaps I shall return to add to it. Ciao.

Thanks for reading, Selah. Please do come back. ^^ But I do appreciate the comments of yours I have gotten already.

Photographic, I think, is my favorite. It took me an hour, maybe an hour and a half to write. I lost track of time.

*pokes thread*

You've got quite the talent, dear Your poems don't focus much on rhyming, but their flow is really good nonetheless. You've got some very creative ideas here, and I like this "surrealistic" approach you take in your imagery.

Your poems so far show that you're quite the poet, and your work can only get better with each piece you write ^^

Brilliant poetry Gracie!

I absolutely loved the ones you mentioned that were your personal favorites. Aside from those, I truly loved "Last One Left" and "And There's No More To It"... I'm not exactly sure why, but this line from Last One Left:

They’re weapons for the final stretch; who’s the last one left?

It was excellent. :3 I loved it.

I definitely expect more. >=3

Oh, and "Photographic" is pure genius...

Dahling, I have taught you well. =]

Seriously, these were ah-mazing! Why didn't you show them to me earlier? Hmmm?

Keep them coming, lassie! <3

Because...

Wait. I have no idea.

Thankyous for the comments, you're all a bunch of lovlies.

It's a trove of poems!
Most of them are quite eye-opening. I think the idea behind In A Glass is brilliant.
The way Away For A While is written sounds like rushed musing, and I love the way you ended with that line. It's feels like you (the writer) just dropped everything and went away.
And I think Photographic is very beautiful. A memory of a harsh winter, and it led to the bleak ending.

Thanks so much for the comments, guys. They're extremely encouraging.

I wrote one in math class.

11/27/06
Hook Me, Society

when it's over I want it to be over, and for this I plea
I want no reminders, not the simplest kind
but according to society, I find,
that their questions are gonna plague me.

every corner I turn
they're there; when am I gonna learn
that anywhere I happen to be
these questions have their hooks in me.

their hooks pierce my skin
in a million different places
pain stabs at me like a knife
of hapiness there are no traces.

if I could, my fingers would curl around these metal fangs
and tear them right out of my flesh...stupid things!
let me bleed, leave me be, this I need to feel
and I promise that in time these viscious wounds will heal.

Very good, i liked "Fight It" that was very useful to me.

Can you elaborate on that...?

(by the way, Hook Me, Society is one of my favorite poems. It expresses how I feel right now.)

My Favorite is "THINK" it makes me feel good, and it helps me use my Imagination.

Originally Posted by Gracie

Can you elaborate on that...?

(by the way, Hook Me, Society is one of my favorite poems. It expresses how I feel right now.)

Okay, all I can say is, I got into alot of fights in school, and that poem, made me realize that it's not worth it.

o.o Are you serious? Wow...

Though, I always saw that poem as having a more aggressive tone. How exactly did it make you realize that?

Wow. I love these poems. Especially In a Glass's surreal imagery and the questioning tone of fate and destiny. And with There's No More to It, I loved the duet feel you gave it, mind you I know it's not a duet, but the way you jumped between margins for indivual thoughts resembled the feel a duet gives. Great job! I look forward to reading more of your work!