It's been a while since I posted something of my own on Vizzed. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!
Today I finally picked my own way.
Today I laughed with the ocean spray.
I let my head hang back,
And my heart went out to play.
Today I decided to cry.
Today I gave my sorrows wings to fly.
I felt the burden lift,
When I saw them float to the sky.
Whatever happened to tomorrow?
I want to see it wave hello,
Even if time I need to borrow,
And memories need to sink below.
Yesterday I went for a walk.
Yesterday I was alone in my talk.
I was bound and tired,
Without the strength to mock.
Yesterday I sang an old song.
Yesterday I repeated the lullaby for long.
I felt the notes crack and quiver,
Because my voice is not very strong.
Whatever happened to tomorrow?
I want to see it wave hello.
Can it take today and
Shove it down yesterday’s throat?
Yesterday I said goodbye.
Yesterday my eyes were dry.
It didn’t last,
And I couldn’t hold back the sigh.
Today I finally picked my own way.
Today I tried to cry to water the bouquet.
The flowers bent their heads,
And I had nothing to say.
Today I turned my back to the clouds.
Today I got sick of giving out bows.
The silence pressed too thick,
So today I decided to speak aloud.
Why hasn’t it become tomorrow?
I want to see it wave hello.
I can imagine it coming and running,
Giving me the dues it owes.
I want to see tomorrow.
I want to hear it shout hello.
Why is it being bound by today’s spell,
And only saying, “Farewell”?
Today I realized something grave.
Today I learned about the unspoken slave.
Today is all,
And tomorrow can only wave.
Today I gave up on tomorrow.
Today I gave up on tomorrow.
I made my choice,
And today I’ll stop hoping for tomorrow’s voice.
Today I gave up on tomorrow.
Today I gave up on tomorrow.
I’ll stop reaching for the grass on the other side,
And made today better with my eyes open wide.
Today I realized I can make tomorrow.
Today I realized I am tomorrow’s sorrows.
There is nothing holding me behind
Except my own jaded mind.
I am living for today,
Because tomorrow lost its way.
I will bring it back when there is a need,
But it is today that I planted tomorrow’s seed.
A note: So, I was rereading one of my book series from my middle school days, The Seventh Tower, and it gave me some inspiration for a new poem. When I reread the books, something amazing happened- I instantly hated a character that had previously been my favorite (cough*Tal*cough) and somehow grew warmer to the strange, eccentric, absolutely crazy guardian of the Red Keystone, Lokar, whom I had previously hated. This poem is loosely based on Lokar's five-plus years of solitary confinement, where it is strongly suggested she lost all sense of time. Also, the reference in the poem to the lullaby actually happened in the fifth book- Lokar was so far gone, she was just singing the same song over and over again, not even realizing that someone had come to get her out.
It's been a while since I posted something of my own on Vizzed. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!
Today I finally picked my own way.
Today I laughed with the ocean spray.
I let my head hang back,
And my heart went out to play.
Today I decided to cry.
Today I gave my sorrows wings to fly.
I felt the burden lift,
When I saw them float to the sky.
Whatever happened to tomorrow?
I want to see it wave hello,
Even if time I need to borrow,
And memories need to sink below.
Yesterday I went for a walk.
Yesterday I was alone in my talk.
I was bound and tired,
Without the strength to mock.
Yesterday I sang an old song.
Yesterday I repeated the lullaby for long.
I felt the notes crack and quiver,
Because my voice is not very strong.
Whatever happened to tomorrow?
I want to see it wave hello.
Can it take today and
Shove it down yesterday’s throat?
Yesterday I said goodbye.
Yesterday my eyes were dry.
It didn’t last,
And I couldn’t hold back the sigh.
Today I finally picked my own way.
Today I tried to cry to water the bouquet.
The flowers bent their heads,
And I had nothing to say.
Today I turned my back to the clouds.
Today I got sick of giving out bows.
The silence pressed too thick,
So today I decided to speak aloud.
Why hasn’t it become tomorrow?
I want to see it wave hello.
I can imagine it coming and running,
Giving me the dues it owes.
I want to see tomorrow.
I want to hear it shout hello.
Why is it being bound by today’s spell,
And only saying, “Farewell”?
Today I realized something grave.
Today I learned about the unspoken slave.
Today is all,
And tomorrow can only wave.
Today I gave up on tomorrow.
Today I gave up on tomorrow.
I made my choice,
And today I’ll stop hoping for tomorrow’s voice.
Today I gave up on tomorrow.
Today I gave up on tomorrow.
I’ll stop reaching for the grass on the other side,
And made today better with my eyes open wide.
Today I realized I can make tomorrow.
Today I realized I am tomorrow’s sorrows.
There is nothing holding me behind
Except my own jaded mind.
I am living for today,
Because tomorrow lost its way.
I will bring it back when there is a need,
But it is today that I planted tomorrow’s seed.
A note: So, I was rereading one of my book series from my middle school days, The Seventh Tower, and it gave me some inspiration for a new poem. When I reread the books, something amazing happened- I instantly hated a character that had previously been my favorite (cough*Tal*cough) and somehow grew warmer to the strange, eccentric, absolutely crazy guardian of the Red Keystone, Lokar, whom I had previously hated. This poem is loosely based on Lokar's five-plus years of solitary confinement, where it is strongly suggested she lost all sense of time. Also, the reference in the poem to the lullaby actually happened in the fifth book- Lokar was so far gone, she was just singing the same song over and over again, not even realizing that someone had come to get her out.
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