An Epic Amount of Poems

Okay, here goes. I couldn't imagine sleeping, so I thought I may as well type these up. Enjoy, hate, love, learn, what have you.

Challenge #2 - Use only song lyrics/titles.
And So We Shuffle
Measure your life in love,
time after time,
don’t forget.
It just takes a little faith,
and when the music starts,
I search for life.
Our shadows grow,
speak from my heart,
pretend that you’re feeling.
The time has come,
one single drop of rain,
and it’s crazy.
Possibilities,
like the stars,
guitar packed in the truck.
To run ‘round the wind,
what’s next,
once in love?
Surprise surprise,
turn your fear,
keep on thinking.
Looks like another silent night,
where did we go wrong,
when are you going to rhyme again?
Wake up sleeper,
you don’t have to do that,
it was so unique.
Sunrise,
makes her fly,
and I know I’m making something.
-Sarrah Loyce




Challenge #3 - my least favorite challenge which turned into my favorite poem (maybe). Challenge was to write a poem regarding your emotions that alludes to a minimum of seven literary/biblical people/places/events.
Untitled
overwhelming discontent
running, but I cannot hide
reality swallows me like the whale
and like Jonah, I still cower,
facing the sea is easier,
than acknowledging what faces me.

I find myself at a crossroads,
like Alice, with two bottle from which to choose.
a choice must be made,
it's a fact I can't avoid,
so I close my eyes, and I drink.

Am I David or Goliath?
Do I fight or am I fought?
Do I conquer, or do I fail?

I return to the road again.
the road less traveled, the long road home
I fall before him and confess
denying my denial, I am Peter
I beg to return, and I am forgiven.

So I start back on my way.
I fight like a Spartan,
long and hard, to the death.
but can I conquer?
will I defeat this fear?

How do I prevail
What is winning in this world?
Is winning containing my Pandora?
or being wholly known?
Am I an Eddie, or shall I settle for half?

No matter the case, life's a riddle
told by a Centaur who knows more than I.
all that can be done is to choose a way,
and wholeheartedly run for the gate.
pray to my God, ask for forgiveness.
scribe my name in the book, please God,
'Cause I'm coming home one day.
-Sarrah Loyce




Challenge #4: Write a dark poem, only talking about how love sucks. (Katie, my challenger, was asked to do the opposite.) Nyst be dark, angry, and/or depressing. (I don't make the rules :P)
Ugly Love
Love
is repulsive
a vulgar lie
it's a mutual misguidance
where two people think they've got it right
it starts out as a spark
and turn into a lustful lying flame
contently they lie, hoping that together they'll die.
I hope so too, please, see it through
and remove your idiocy from my life
"true love waits", no, true love hates
and it's truly a work of your mind.
it must take such imagination
to believe a thing like love could exist.
it must be a fanciful indignation, how dare you call love wise.
philosophers may fall, and lovers call out each others praise
but love will always fail, and fall under my scornful gaze.
-Sarrah Loyce




Challenge #5 - what about next Tuesday
What About Next Tuesday
today I sit, and I write
I listen, and I contemplate.
It's Friday, I know, but what
what about next Tuesday?
Something important comes that day
I don't yet know what is, maybe
So I sit, and I stand
I draw, and I meditate
on things I may already know. but what
what about next Tuesday?
what is it that calls my attention so?
it's just another day, the weather
will be what it may, so why?
why next Tuesday? why won't
it leave my head? I'll wait until
next Tuesday. and I'll hope for the best
instead. of. dwelling
on next Tuesday. but what
what about the next, next Tuesday?
another fixation that may come into my head?
It's not that it's next Tuesday.
it's the wonder and the want. but what
what is it about next Tuesday's?
why much some question always be in my mind?
curse you! Curse you Tuesday!
and next Tuesday, an all Tuesdays
after that, Good day, next Tuesday,
I'll think of Monday instead.
-Sarrah Loyce



Challenge #6 was the Attraction of Insanity...which I wonder if people will hate.




This last one is not a challenge, just a poem I wrote on my way home. (and yes, I know it changes tense)
Man on the Tube
You can see it in his face
he's remembering
it's a good memory, an old one
he relives it as I watch him,
he just looks off into space
and he smiles, a secret smile
as if he knows something you don't
and he does.
and you wonder what good memory it could possibly be
is it triggered by his music?
or is it something about the tube?
content to wonder, you write
and he dreams of that mysterious night
and you both just go on your way.
-Sarrah Loyce