Myth

     Surprise, guess who was sprung with a unexpected announcement? Turns out, I'll be needing a second poem for this Slam thing going on next week. It's hard to enough to write one poem with meaning, but to figure out two that are equally important? That's what I find difficult. I'm still juggling my options of doing my Insignificance poem first and then this one, in order to get my better poem presented, or to do this one first and hope it's good enough to carry me to the second round. If that's the case, then I am sure to win with my other poem... But who knows. A $50 pot is up for grabs, though I don't exactly need it. Anyways, here's my second poem, enjoy.

I am the one who rises the sun in the morning

and shines light through your bedroom window.

Racing over golden fields which you run through

As you gracefully tread over hills of grass,

Which sways in the day

and dances to the music of the wind. 

A beautiful nymph in the open of the world.

But soon the hills dipped into darkness

And ominous clouds rolled over the skies.

A thunderstorm of suffering

A lightning flash of pain.

An angry God of jealousy and hate.

I watched you flee to cleaner skies

And calmer rivers.

I'd be the shimmer on your shoulder

In the reflection of the pond.

You stare so selfishly, seeing only yourself,

ignoring those around you, longing for a love.

But in that reflection I did not see you,

But him.

A visage of everything I wish I could be.

Insignificance

I was asked to enter a poetry slam next week, of which I accidentally agreed to. If you saw my previous post, you likely saw my short story detailing the adventures between a tortoise and a deer. This expands on that idea a little, but in a more terse manner. So bear with me through these various metaphors and allusions, and please, enjoy.

There once was a deer and a tortoise
An unlikely pair it seems
But nonetheless they got along.
Despite this, both were insignificant;
The deer, not insignificant in the way that
she had meant nothing to the tortoise
but that she was simply a blemish on the face
of this infinitely expanding universe.
Yet the tortoise, he was insignificant in that
his existence had meant absolutely nothing
to the beautiful deer. Eventually they became separate
and drifted apart. Slowly they watched a shooting star,
and their world vanished in a flash of light.
And if you bear with me through all these allusions and metaphors
One may believe that they are insignificant; that their existence means nothing
to anyone or anything. Slowly this feeling grows like
Dandelions in a gardener's field, blowing away in the wind
Only to spread to further parts of your mind.
Soon they watch themselves helplessly spiraling 
into a tide of depression, through the darkest ocean
from which they have no lifeboat or coast guard to save them.
Some will find flotsam junk, and some will feel like it.
And they will juggle with that question "To be or not to be?"
And when they finally make their choice
End their life not with a whimper but a bang.  
Or they may tread on through that dark ocean
Praying on the promise of greener meadows.
But this poem is not to bemoan our trivial realities,
But to explain that we are all the furthest thing from being
Insignificant.
This is to the guys who got second place, who never made it past junior varsity
The vice presidents and the prom queen nominees
This is for the lost and the lonely, for the loners and
for those just trying to find their place. 
This is for the college dropouts and the people who just need a day off.
This is for everyone who feels like the meaning of life 
is for nothing but to work, eat, sleep, and die.
This is for you. This is for you to know that you mean something
And just as a butterfly may flap its wings in New Zealand,
Which ever so slightly changes the air pressure
Causing it to rain in your home town
Where you look down the street and smile at the girl
Who is soaking wet and give her your umbrella
to meet the love of your life,
You'll start to notice how important you really are.
So when you start to feel the heavy weight
of reality bearing down on you, 
dragging you further than even the blackest pits of Tartarus
Remember that every choice you make
Makes a difference. That you are significant.

Furthest Thing From "Okay"

     There was once a tortoise and a deer. Each enjoyed the wonderful wilderness, with it's infinite beauties and surprises. For this somewhat odd pair, adventures existed outside in the mercurial wildlands. Every day, the two would venture out to new territory and find wonderful new things. Despite this, the deer was insignificant. Not in a way that it had no meaning to the tortoise, but in the way that it was a small part of an infinite universe. On the other hand, the tortoise was insignificant in the way that it had no meaning to the deer. Slowly they traveled apart. One day, they each watched a shooting star falling from they sky. They were both on completely opposite sides of the forest, but they watched the same thing.

And in an insignificant flash of light, they both disappeared.