Poetry

For whatever reason, my muse seems to have finally returned to me. At least my muse of poetry has. If only my muse for long fiction stories that have to be written in the next 3 days would come back. Then I might be able to pass Writer's Craft. Either way, here's two poems I've written in two days. One in Philosophy and one in English. They are unrelated and both untitled.

1.
To Face Fears
Is always harder in the moonlight.
When darkness seeps through the window,
and invades your body,
breaking through your faith,
and your self-confidence,
making everything seem much worse
than it really is.
At night,
When all distractions are silent,
except for your own thoughts,
and fears.
All alone to dwell on things
you can escape throughout the day.
But wait-
The sun will rise,
the long red fingers will reach from the horizon
and pull away the blackness,
Leaving you to your distractions
Fresh, clear and bright
and you are able once again
To Face Fears.

2.
I sat on the beach,
The warm sand caressing my body,
Holding me softly.
And I thought about you
Holding me softly
Your warm hands caressing my body.
I sat on the beach,
The cool breeze running through my hair,
Twisting and tangling.
And I thought about you
Twisting and tangling
Your long fingers running through my hair.
I sat on the beach,
The hot sun tracing my stomach,
Helping me meditate.
And I thought about you,
Helping me meditate
Your hot skin tracing my stomach.
I sat on the beach
The water slipping through my fingers,
Lost to me.
And I thought about you
Lost to me
Your love slipping through my fingers.

Neither poem is really all that good, but I find it really hard to rhyme now. I prefer to have some kind of repetition. I really enjoy finding new ways to use repetition in my poetry. I play around with it a lot and sometimes (often) it doesn't come out very well but I like it anyway because I've taken some kind of risk with it. At the very least, I'm glad I'm writing again. Now if I could only get started on those stories for my class...

-Este