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The Siren’s Lullaby

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 23, 2016 by bigtuna185

*This was my first attempt at ever trying to write a sonnet in its true traditional form. It was a process, but an enjoyable one.*
  
If only there were other ways to stay

In close proximity for sleeping eyes. 

A cushion left behind, indeed it cries, 

“Come home to me, for I will soon repay

Your company with shelter from the day.”

The bitter sun, with golden hands it pries

My slumber and rest, unwillingly dies. 

This forceful torture makes this poet crazy. 
However, there is more than just this plight. 

This life alone is built for greater things. 

I can’t bemoan my weak and wearied state

While people daily defy their twists of fate. 

For privilege remains common and trite

To those whose only problems are alarm rings.  

 

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The Siren’s Lullaby

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 5, 2016 by bigtuna185

*This is my first attempt at the traditional sonnet format. While difficult at first, it became enjoyable to try and match my syllable count and rhyme scheme while also trying to have the whole poem make sense too. Hope you enjoy it.*

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If only there were other ways to stay
In close proximity for sleeping eyes.
A cushion left behind, indeed it cries,
“Come home to me, for I will soon repay
Your company with shelter from the day.”
The bitter sun with golden hands it pries
My slumber and rest, unwillingly dies.
This forceful torture makes this poet crazy.

However, there is more than just this plight.
This life alone is built for greater things.
I can’t bemoan my weak and wearied state
While people daily defy their twists of fate.
For privilege remains common and trite
To those whose only problems are alarm rings.

A Quick Thought

Posted in Random Thoughts with tags , , , , on September 1, 2014 by bigtuna185

There is a trend that goes on when texting someone you are interested in where there are no formal “good night’s” exchanged. Whereas older generations might see this as rude (or even unnecessary because who among them even texts as a central line of communication), this phenomenon touches upon a more potent, more honest, and deeper universal sensation that we all experience.

Loneliness.

It is comforting to know that in the safety of your own bed, right as your mind drifts off into unconsciousness, there is someone thinking about you as you fade away from the fabric of reality.

And I think that’s okay.

Pillowtalk

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on January 29, 2014 by bigtuna185

I want to sleep,
But I need to live.

I want to dream,
But I have to live.

For one cannot dream
Unless one lives,

And one has not lived
Until one has truly dreamed.