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I had enough reasons by then, to think of a poem
that would always remind me about why things that happened,
happened in the first place.
Surely, I didn't very much adhere to,
but I did realize two things when I wrote this work.
How odd my life seems now!
and
How even my life could have been!
It is an old saying: Think twice before you leap.
I just second it or repeat it here:
"Think twice before you leap..."
Is what I got to tell you all,
'Cause, that is what I learnt from it...
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"Hark Ye! Hark to me...!
I really need someone to...
I'm heart broken, you see,
And I feel ignored, truly I do..."
This poem of a desperate call, is basically a prayer.
The Heart broken young girl is asking God to listen to her -
of course because no one else is doing so.
This could be a scream of the heart, a call for help,
or just a writing of escaping from the harsh realities she had had to face.
Let me share the moment here - yes, that's the first heart break.
And it is truly not the first poem of pain I wrote.
But for sure, I remember writing this in tears.
"I'm all right, they said,
And I wanted to believe that..."
But it wasn't so, is clear even without the next two lines.
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By: Sanah Rose,
on 5/10/2011
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Life was of frustration since that bitter realization of being forsaken.
And poetry became an escape, more so because there was no one I could talk to.
And I cared less about rhymes or any poetic expression
because it was just a writing to burn off the anguish and anger.
A Matter of Life is a rather dense write
which I later wished I hadn't written with such sensitivity and revenge.
But what's written is written.
And the beauty of a poem is in the feeling it holds.
The emotion that is engraved into it at the moment of feeling the same.
"As rust eats the iron bars
Of the gates to an unused land,
Disappointment eats my mind
That sleeps behind the bars
Of the gates to a free world..."
Later in the poem, I find myself seeking reason for the abandonment.
"Reason is what I
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on 5/2/2011
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The first Love Poem I ever wrote When I Dream About You
was followed by a few small love poems that are plainly guessable.
But then, two months later itself,
I had to write this long poem To the One Who Shattered My Dreams,
a poem in blank verse, which was commented on as
"cool" by my friends.
But I chose free verse to free my heart.
Though, like I mentioned in the previous post,
the goodbyes were gentle and reasonably fair.
But it was when the realization dawned upon me that
we were no longer together that I realized how frustrated,
how angry I was...
How alone... how betrayed I felt...
This is the longest poem I ever wrote.
And my first piece of heartbreak.
"You find it hard, I see...
Or is it just
Or is it just
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Who doesn't dream about someone at 15?
Very few people. That's the truth.
So here's a sail through the first love poem I ever wrote.
First love is always a bittersweet memory.
Though it has nothing to with our present life, it is a page that was,
at that time, turned unexpectedly and of course, painfully.
Things change, memories fade and I have nothing to do with that piece of story.
There's not even a thin string that ties me to him, or him to me,
in any way or even as something so much as a casual Hi.
But what touches me is its innocence, the just-plain-true love,
when love was just about being there for each other and making the other happy.
And the words of goodbye, which were, in their own way, another speech of love.
"I still love you, but we have no choice but to stop it.
It won't turn out in a good way..."
"
Even at 16, the words he said were gentle, caring and mature.
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Who doesn't dream about someone at 15?
Very few people. That's the truth.
So here's a sail through the first love poem I ever wrote.
First love is always a bittersweet memory.
Though it has nothing to with our present life, it is a page that was,
at that time, turned unexpectedly and of course, painfully.
Things change, memories fade and
I have nothing to do with that piece of story.
There's not even a thin string that ties me to him, or him to me,
in any way or even as something so much as a casual Hi.
But what touches me is its innocence,
the just-plain-true love, when love was just about
being there for each other and making the other happy.
And the words of goodbye, which were, in their own way, another speech of love.
"I still love you, but we have no choice but to stop it.
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Who doesn't dream about someone at 15?
Very few people. That's the truth.
So here's a sail through the first love poem I ever wrote.
First love is always a bittersweet memory.
Though it has nothing to with our present life, it is a page that was,
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on 4/22/2011
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"Life is often like a poem;
when you begin to perceive it, it ends."
This was a thought that occurred to me
a little after I began to write.
when you begin to perceive it, it ends."
This was a thought that occurred to me
a little after I began to write.
Though I have made some optimistic changes
to that first quote of mine,
to that first quote of mine,
life had always been like a poem
in more ways than I myself can muster.
This is a desperate epistle,
in more ways than I myself can muster.
This is a desperate epistle,
not fooling anyone with a false hope that things don't end.
It is so usual in our lives, when we take into account
many things like relationships, sufferings, blessings and others,
It is so usual in our lives, when we take into account
many things like relationships, sufferings, blessings and others,
it isn't until the end looms over us
that we begin to perceive,
that we begin to perceive,
to understand how things had been all along,
and what it might have meant to us, had we tried to perceive them earlier.
This might be one of my earliest philosophical writing in free verse,
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This might be one of my earliest philosophical writing in free verse,
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By: Sanah Rose,
on 4/17/2011
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During the last year, there was a time I was so bewitched by poetry.
There's been a month in which I wrote more than 4o poems!
It was such a beautiful time that every moment I scrawled a word,
I felt enthralled.
In short, I was Poetized.
It's a new word, using the Poet's Right.
What poetized me is not the point here, but how I was feeling then is.
And this poem of six tercets is one that every poet can relate to.
All of us know and write about Writers' Block.
The moment of Poetization is with us even then.
It's a kind of addiction.
"I'm addicted
To the witchery
Of Poetry..."
And it's a kind of seduction.
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on 4/15/2011
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"Stars are spangled in the skies
That are dark, vast and hollow,
But it's different from my heart...
There's not a single glimmer
Of starry joy in my heart which
Is dark and hollow as the skies..."
Is dark and hollow as the skies..."
And so starts the first poem in the book.
A set of unrhymed tercets iced with a few random rhymes.
But here, the tool focused is metaphors.
The stanzas could as well have been a Senryu each but for the syllables,
so I don't call it a Senryu Suit
The stanzas could as well have been a Senryu each but for the syllables,
so I don't call it a Senryu Suit
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on 4/12/2011
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“I never wanted to be a sad poet,
But that’s what I always seem to get…
Though sadness makes the sweetest song,
It’s joy unbound that my poems long…”
An unusual element as far as poetry books are concerned,
this book opens with a prologue.
What is it that makes The Torrent from My Soul different?
Is it just another poetry book that is difficult to perceive?
Let me say No.
It is youth in words,
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on 4/8/2011
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Instead of the drab textbook-like Contents,
I gave something that explains the poems inside the book a bit more well.
I gave something that explains the poems inside the book a bit more well.
Every poem being a child of my thoughts,
an expression of my emotions, they are just not Contents.
an expression of my emotions, they are just not Contents.
They are what I held all these years.
Those parts of my life, those moments that I found too difficult to express,
if it weren’t for poetry.
Those parts of my life, those moments that I found too difficult to express,
if it weren’t for poetry.
So here it is: Let’s just skim through what awaits you in the book!
The Prologue
Pen and Paper – A Mirror
Poetized
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on 4/3/2011
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Where Poetry was said to be declining, I began the saga.
At 13, discovering that what I penned down was known as poetry
didn't make much sense to me.
At 13, discovering that what I penned down was known as poetry
didn't make much sense to me.
But I kept them in my hard covered notebook because
I thought I could read them again,
one day with my friends and family and laugh at the foolishness of it all.
I thought I could read them again,
one day with my friends and family and laugh at the foolishness of it all.
But then, it grew with me, and soon I was owning 2, 3 and 4 notebooks of poems
and wondering what I was going to do with the bundle.
Again, it didn't take much time for dreams to take form
and to realize that what I wanted was not
to read those epistles with kith and kin on summer or rainy evenings
and laugh at their sheer stupidity and innocence.
and to realize that what I wanted was not
to read those epistles with kith and kin on summer or rainy evenings
and laugh at their sheer stupidity and innocence.
What I wanted was them to be read by people
and be related to in their own private ways.
and be related to in their own private ways.
That led me to take the effort and yes,
I guess I have started at last.
And I hope it's not going to be the last. :)
I guess I have started at last.
And I hope it's not going to be the last. :)
So here I am,
sharing with you some precious lines from the book,
just to make sure you know what it holds.
sharing with you some precious lines from the book,
just to make sure you know what it holds.
The Sail begins tomorrow.
The Sail through The Torrent from My Soul...
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