My Lost Lover

So I liked vampires when I was a kid.  This poem seems to have been the first where I actually wrote about them, though.  I suppose it was an easy transition. Death then Vampires.

My Lost Lover

Falling into the darkness
Falling into the night
I've lost my lover to the cold.
I've lost my lover to the vampires.
I can't fight her.
I would never win.
I loved him deeply.
She just loved his skin.
Looking back, I wonder how he felt.
Did he love me as well?
She overpowered him in the darkness.
Walking home that  night.
I will never see him again.
Not as he was.
But I shall always remember.

(August 8, 1994)

The Girl

The Girl

For her, murder was the only way.
Otherwise he would stay.
Now guild and fear are all she knows.
She was abused and confused.
Loved by no one.
Hated by everyone.
Saved by no one.
Killed by everyone.
No one to turn to.
No one to love.
Everyone to hate.
Love is all she needs.
Love she will not take.
Everywhere she goes,
Rejection is all she finds.
Now she is looking for
Something she will never find.
Nobody will ever love her for her face.
Nobody will ever love her for her mind.
She will never win this race.
Never.

(August 8, 1994)

I Can't Go On

I Can't Go On

I can't go on.
No, I can't go on.
Not without you.
You meant so much to me.
You still do.
Come back!
I love you.
Come back!
I love you.

You said you loved me, too.
Now I can't believe you.
But I still love you.
I can't shake this feeling
Like you can.
Come back!
I love you.
Come back!
I love you.

I love you.
I love you.

(August 7, 1994)

Suicide

Suicide

Where did I go wrong?
Trying to piece together the puzzle.
I see the picture,
But the pieces won't fit.
Why can't I see
How it will be?
If only I knew.
Why did he throw it all away?
Why did he?
I loved him so.
Oh, how I loved him!
Didn't he know
How much I cared?
Death is forever.
His problems were not.
I would have helped.
Why didn't he tell me?
Why did he not?

(August 7, 1994)

A Poem For Brian

When I started this blog, my brother-in-law said, "Hey, Melissa, will you write me a poem?"  Of course I said I would.  I'm just way too nice like that.  So Brian, here is your crappy poem.  Hee hee!  I started out trying to make it rhyme, but then I just gave up.  I hope you like it!

A Poem For Brian

I think you know

But maybe you don’t.

You have a smile for everyone.

And a song, too.

Yes, you know.

You know what love can do.

And I marvel at the way

You can find the joke midst the anger.

You seem glad to see me.

You make everything fun

When you wisecrack and laugh

My troubles start to melt away.

Or forgotten for a little while.

And perhaps not quite as big

As I thought they were.

And yes.  I think you know.

(December 25, 2013)

Untitled

So this next crappy poem.  Well, I couldn't post it all those days ago.  You see, it's about death and I had just found out a family member of mine was in the hospital.  So while it is still a crappy poem, I was just too emotional to post it.  I wanted to write a poem for my family member, but I just couldn't at the time.  December is the most busy month of my year.  So much happens and so many people demand so much from me.  But my family member (while not out of the woods just yet) is back home from the hospital and  doing much better, so I think I can finally post this one.

Untitled

Letting go of you...
Realizing you were never mine
You ran out of time.
My clock still ticks.

How I love you still.
Going on isn't easy.
I sit in my window sill.
It is a bit breezy.

I only see gray.
Where is my world of color?
It left the day,
The day you died.

(August 7, 1994)

Yeah.  That "It is a bit breezy" line gets me, too.
Merry Christmas!

You

You

You knew it all along.
I never said a word.
We belonged together.
Sworn to secrecy,
I told a few.
They never told
But you knew.
You never let on.
You played my game.
You followed along
You felt the same.
We went our separate ways.
Something was missing.
Something wasn't the same.
I searched for the lost.
I didn't realize it was you.
When we were reunited
I remembered, I realized
I would fight to have
You with me forever.

(July 18, 1994)

Treasure Map

Treasure Map

Half a map
Showed the X.
The other half was gone.
Where to begin?
I would never win.
I only had
Half a map!

I left it on my
   window sill.
The wind blew round
And swept the map
To the ground.
I ran after it.
I ran down the street.
It led me to you.
Now the map is complete.

To Die Now

Well, so much for doing a post every day.
This one didn't have a title.  So I think I will give it one now.

To Die Now

Must I go?
I'm not ready yet.
I've so much to do.
So much

To die now
Would ruin my plans.
I want to live on
To grow old.

Don't take me now.
I wish you would go.
Leave me alone.
I must go on.

Don't take me now.

Nothing Can Keep Us Apart

Nothing Can Keep Us Apart

Earthquakes shudder the ground.
Moaning and groaning can be heard
Seeking the righteous until they are found.
The wicked are engulfed by flames with one word.

As I turn to find him
My hopes begin to slide.
A tear falls as the lights dim.
Where could he hide?

As the day is breaking
My heart, too, falls apart.
But then I see him waking.
Now nothing can keep us apart.

He Finally Knows

I'm not sure when I wrote this (obviously sometime in 1994), but it's cute.


He Finally Knows

Letters written
Letters that can't be given.

Too embarrassed.
Too ashamed.

Wishing she had the courage
To explain how she feels,

She sits in her room
Wallowing in self-pity.

Getting up the next day
Needing change

She shows the slightest
Bit of interest.

A smile to say, "Hello."
He is wearing yellow.

Noticing the change
He is taken aback.

He recovers
And smiles back.

Making eye contact.
She, blushing, turns away.

He finally knows.

If I Had You

If I Had You

If I had you
You'd be the one.
You wouldn't be a fool
In my eyes.

If I had someone
Who'd care for me,
And be there through
     thick and thin,

If you loved me too
I could be joyous.
I would be glorious

But you don't.
I have no one.

Love II

Okay, so these next poems seem to mark where I started writing just to write.  Most of these will probably sound like the lyrics to some bad pop songs, but there are a few that I think are actually pretty good.  Today's is not one of them.

Love II

Love can bind you.
Love can blind you.
Love can set you free.

Let love set you free.
Let yourself be with me.

If only you could see
How I care.
How I love.

It isn't hard
To look inside
And find

The good things
Love brings.

Two Haiku

This is the last poem in the Poetry Unit from my Freshman year (the beginning of 1994 sometime in March).  Don't worry though.  I seem to have written many poems after that which I stuck in this folder.  Some of them have dates and some of them don't.  I'll post the dates when I know them.

"Assignment 6:  Create two haiku.  Suggested topics are butterfly, clouds, kitten, weather.  Remember:  Haiku is a poem of three lines with five syllables in the first and third lines and seven syllables in the second line."


Rain

Sadly I look out.
Through my window pane I see,
The rain fall softly.


Alone

Alone in my world,
I write of the pain of death.
Tears fall on the sheet.

The Moon

Assignment #5 might be tricky.  Hopefully I can get it to look the way it should.  I remember when I was making it at the time, I had to include my name and the date to make it work, so this one actually has a date on it. :)

"Assignment 5:  Create a concrete poem where the words are arranged to look like or suggest the subject."

The Moon

Craters of  dust. 

Craters of silvers.  The pale white light 

we enjoy                                 in the night.  The

mystery                                             The history.  How

far to                                                       the nearest star?  The

ro                                                                 mance.  In the mo

                                                                       onlight we dance

                                                                             together.  Forget

                                                                                   ing when the sun

                                                                                    steals the glory

                                                                                        we may never

                                                                                             know again.  

                                                                                             For then my 

                                                                                      soul will 

                                                                                          ache at the 

                                                                                              break of dawn.  

So                                                                              on sunlight 

will                                                                     pour across 

my face,                                                          but for now 

the twilight                                               lingers on 

and I live in ecstasy.  - Melissa Sharp

March 22, 1994

I've been obsessed with the moon for a very long time.  It's only fitting really, that I should write a poem about it.  Here it is written out normal just in case that was a little difficult to read.  I actually had to re-do the layout of some of the letters and I think the one above is actually easier to read than the one in the Poetry Unit I turned in so long ago.

The Moon

Craters of dust.

Craters of silvers.

The pale white light we enjoy in the night.

The mystery.  

The history.

How far to the nearest star?

The romance.

In the moonlight we dance together.

Forgetting when the sun steals the glory

We may never know again.

For then my soul will ache at the break of dawn.

Soon sunlight will pour across my face,

But for now the twilight lingers on

And I live in ecstasy.

The Free Generation

I'm cutting it close to midnight here, but I had to get in a poem today.  I hope you had a marvelous Thanksgiving and got to spend it with people you love.

"Assignment 4:  Create a poem using figurative language.  Use at least two similes or metaphors clearly making comparisons."


The Free Generation

There was a generation
As free as the butterflies.
Flying through the fields.
Flying through the flowers.

Then, as their children hatched,
Their children became devourers.
Eating their wisdom.
So now we sit and realize
We are no longer free.

Memories

"Assignment 3:  Create a lyric poem of at least three stanzas where there is a refrain at the end of each stanza.  Try to use words musically to express thoughts and feelings."

Memories

I saw him lying there
So still, so lifeless.
His hand so cold, so cold.
I turned away
Only to see the memories

Everywhere I go
Something reminds me.
Trying to forget
I turned away
Only to see the memories.

The only one I loved has left
I wish him back, but only in vain.
Trying not to remember
I turned away
Only to see the memories.

If They Only Knew

This one is the second assignment in my Poetry Unit during my Freshman year of high school.  I think this is the year I really found writing could help me purge my pent up emotions and angst.  It really is a great outlet, so I would recommend giving it a try if you never have.

"Assignment 2:  Create your own poem of at least two stanzas having the rhyming pattern of a b c b.  Pay attention to your rhyme so the lines have similar meter.

"Example of a b c b:  The Sky is low--the Clouds are mean.

                             A Traveling Flake of Snow

                             Across a Barn or through a Rut

                             Debates if it will go --"

And I messed up on this one.  I did the rhyming pattern a c a b instead.  But my teacher still gave me 100% on this unit.  

If They Only Knew

If they only knew

The pain they cause.

If they only knew how we feel.

Would they hurt us more?

Would they sympathize?

Would they stay as before?

Would they change?

If they only knew the pain.

If

This poem was written in 1994.  I was a Freshman in high school and fourteen years old.
This assignment from my notebook is as follows:
"Create your own poem of at least eight lines with couplets for the rhyming pattern.  Have a regular meter with each line having the same rhythm as the others.
"Example of couplets:  'If ever two were one, then surely we.
                                   If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.'"


If

If skies were red
Would we all be dead?

If a cow meowed
Would we float in a cloud?

If frogs flew
Would we be few?

Would we know
How to crow?

Purpose

So there was this post going around facebook where your friend would post a random number of things about them and if you "Liked" thier post, you would be given a number and have to write that many random things about yourself and then when people "Liked" your post, you would have to give those people a number and they would have to do the same thing you just did on their wall.  It could go on forever (just like that sentence I just wrote).
I did it.  One of those things about myself was that I used to write poetry.  I still have all of this poetry in binders and other odd places, too.  I don't write any more, and I wish I did.  But my sister told me I should start a poetry blog.  Not that I don't already have enough to do.  I can think of a million excuses not to start this blog.  Including one that is petty.  I am kind of mad at her and therefore any suggestion that she has for me is automatically rejected.  But the best reason I can think of to go ahead and do it is that I like this idea.  I like it.  And because I like it, I want to do it.
I'm pretty good at doing things that I want to do.
So I am going to dig up my old poetry from when I was a dark emo girl (Seriously, I was emo before that word was invented.), and post it here.  I'm not sure how I feel about the title of this blog yet, so it may change.  But that's okay.  I think this is going to be fun for me.  So get ready.
This is either going to be really good, or really bad.