Thursday, April 8, 2010

Poetic Notes

A light on the horizon.
Rising, rising.
The sun, perhaps, is what it could be.
But more likely not.

A light, gold.
A light, black.
A light, silver.
A light, white.

Opposites attract,
or so they say.
Perhaps they do
and perhaps not.
Would I know?
I think not.

A light, gold.
A light, black.
A light, silver.
A light, white.

The moon in the night.
Not always, I think,
though they tell me otherwise,
those men of the world.

A light, gold.
A light, black.
A light, silver.
A light, white.

Only dreams may be an escape.
Only dreams,
although different things
are what they say.

A light, gold.
A light, black.
A light, silver.
A light, white.

This is the first poem I ever wrote, and it was filed with some notes for The Name of the Game trilogy. I don't remember why...

Well, I guess I should go over the book ideas, and others, I currently have.

The Name of the Game-trilogy, current work
The Digger's Daughter-started, but put on hold... for who knows how long...
The School of Time-magic, and etc.
Reincarnation-sci-fi-ish
UNKNOWN NAME-elves, fairies, etc.
The Card Players-Modern, teen band
Hello, I am Your Therapist-short, play-ish like thing...
Short detective stories-?

And that was extremely unorganized... Oh well.

Cheerio, peeps.

3 comments:

  1. THE CARD PLAYERS!!!!!! I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT TO PUSH ERIC OUT OF A WINDOW!!!!!!! IT WOULD BE SOOOOO FUN!!!!!!!

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  2. This is a really good poem for the first one you ever wrote! It has a certain grace to it, whereas my first poems were nonsense poems about chinese beef jerky.

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  3. Chinese beef jerky..? I don't think I want to know... 0_0

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