Where Lullabies Die

Waiting
Don't move
Don't breathe
Don't look
Waiting forever
So long
So lost
Frozen in time
Frozen in space
Unmoving
Unseeing
Unfeeling
Waiting to feel
Waiting to see
Waiting to move

Icicles hanging from an iris petal
Tears frozen on a lifeless cheek
Roses fading, falling, dying
Cliffsides hanging into nothing
Oceans dried up
Forests bereft of leaves forever
Mountains falling, crumbling, breaking
Skies void of color, void of light, void of life
Flightless wings
Sightless eyes
Lifeless hearts
Breathless lips
Frozen

Waiting
Forever
Through the stars
Throughout time
But time does not exist anymore
Time is dead
Time is gone
There is only waiting

Earth hard as stone
Water hard as silver
Liquid silver
Frozen silver
Silver like the moon
The cold, cold moon hanging above the cold, dead earth
Unmoving
Sun withered away
Lost behind clouds here to stay
Unmoving clouds that shroud the dying sky
And hide life-giving warmth
Of the withered sun
Lost

Waiting
Undying
Unyeilding
Waiting for life to begin again?
Waiting for the iris to grow again?
Waiting for the rose to bloom again?
For forests to thrive
And mountains to tower over
Green valleys filled with golden warmth
Or liquid silver flowing under a waning moon
That pulls the endless tide in, out, in, out
And a breeze that lifts white wings
So young eyes can revel in the beauty of life
And breathe in the air smelling of wildflowers
And dance through the grasses in the valleys of time

But for now...

There is no life
There is no breath
There is no warmth
There is only cold
Only timeless void
And waiting
Waiting forever
Hoping forever
Frozen forever
In timeless sleep





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DreamWriter15 said...
Sept. 22, 2010 at 9:39 pm
Haha, this one was different for me because my poems usually take a maximum of forty-five minutes to write, unless I'm really trying, like this one.  I was arguing with a friend, and there was a point where I thought I might actually win until....not gonna happen, haha.  I was also very tired, like I said.  "But for now..."'s kind of a bummer.
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 23, 2010 at 4:22 pm

I think your tiredness aided considerably the overall feeling of the poem. Once again, I loved it.

Forgive me for randomness, but what is inside your icon box? I wonder at things like this...

 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 19, 2010 at 7:14 pm
Good lord, was that depressing! But, of course, I savored every word and found the writing to be phenomenal. It really is a great poem, and I found the picture that you created to be terrible and beautiful at the same time.
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 19, 2010 at 7:16 pm
Forgive me, I cannot choose a favorite line. That is a mark of either a terrible poem or a great one. Yours was the latter, I'm joyful to declare. I felt indeed like the world was frozen in time. Well done, a million times well done!
 
DreamWriter15 replied...
Sept. 19, 2010 at 9:51 pm
Um.....wow, haha, I don't know what to say, no one's ever said anything like that about my work before.  ...thank you?  Haha, thank you!  I was rather tired and depressed when I wrote it, and you can probably see where I hit a happy moment in my sad moment, then went back to sad.  It took three hours to complete, and I don't rememebr submitting it, but thank you!  It reminds me of a dream I've had over three times, so....haha.  Forgive my mumblings.
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 22, 2010 at 3:46 pm
No, no! Your mumblings are music to those ears of mine (I've got two, in fact). I did indeed pick out the happy moment. I was thinking: 'oh, great! This will end on a hopeful note!' But then you said, 'but for now...'
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 22, 2010 at 3:50 pm
Like I often say, there's nothing wrong with bits of depression in poetry. Although some of my poetry rolls of my tongue, I often spend manic days thinking up things like "Gosh, what rhymes with tenderly?" Everything has a messy side.
 
DreamWriter15 replied...
Sept. 22, 2010 at 9:40 pm
oops, that posted as a new comment....oops
 
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