Snowy New Year

Snow is a silent predator

that arrives without a patter,

invades without a thunder clap,

sticks around until March

when the last few mountains the plowers tried to corral

finally disappear down the drains of store parking lots.

And we love it, our snow.

We love nature’s great cleanser

that reminds us of lights and gifts,

when in reality snow buries us in our homes,

makes us slip and break our bones,

and gives the unlucky people who get lost in it

a very peaceful way to fall asleep

forever.

But if I were the weather,

I would very much like

to be snow.

Rain brags, and shouts,

and washes us away with it in a day.

But snow proves that even the silent ones

can be

the strongest.

Hello everyone! I am back after being MIA for the past couple days. As you might be able to guess I have been taking a break after my extra-long year of poem writing, while I have also been trying to figure out what I should make of this blog for the new year! Well, I’m happy to say that nothing much is going to be changing; I will still be writing poems and blogging them regularly, although it certainly won’t be as often as every day. I’m not going to lie; 366 Poems wore me out much more than my previous poetry project had, but unfortunately my lifestyle today is not as relaxed and empty as it was when I first came up with this idea. With jobs, college applications, and extracurriculars my life began to spin out of control, and I only fear that it will continue to do so once my senior year ends and college actually begins. However, I do have some continuing projects in mind for this year, some that are similar to what I have already been doing, and some that are fairly radical and different. So I apologize if this blog starts to get a bit quieter. I enjoy all the support that you have given me in my writing and want to continue bringing quality content to this blog, but I believe that my creative endeavors will be best helped if I stop cramming out words every day and instead take them as they come. Do not judge the snow’s silence, as it will still pile up to your roof (as it is doing at my house right now).

Also, since I haven’t said it yet, thank you so much to all my followers and supporters in 2016. I did it again! But I wouldn’t have been able to without the continued support of my WordPress following and all the people who encourage me to keep writing my best. Thank you all very much! Stay warm and have a happy new year!

RGNN

 

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366 Poems: December 17th, 2016

Sorrow

Don’t think you can flee your mistakes

or beat the ghosts inside your head.

For sorrow wants and sorrow takes

and you can’t kill what’s already dead.

But if you find the strength it takes

to leave the covers of your bed,

then you’ll see that the sorrow breaks

and the demons already fled.

366 Poems: July 2nd, 2016

All the Pretty Little Lights

Someday you’ll lose the sun

and instead take the moon,

as your sorrows send you to your cold lonely nights.

Yes, it’s true.

.

But someday you’ll look up

in your shadowy room

and see that maybe all the pretty little lights

lead to you.

“Night sky and the City”
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365 Poems: December 3rd, 2014

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Do I stand?

The hours of minutes

spent on this question

still do not amount to its difficulty to be answered.

Do I stand?

Am I unafraid

of taking on the monsters before me,

or is it that I am strong enough

to pass that fear and keep going

no matter the cost?

Do I stand?

Am I a liar

to say that the world is not changed

by those who sit quietly in the dark?

Am I a hypocrite

because I haven’t pounded the door black and blue

until my legs break and my hands bleed,

until the wood splinters and the hinges snap

and the egress of my tomb collapses,

leaving me crawling into the sunlight

to my captors feet, rising, watching,

Do

I

stand?