6 years ago I published my very first piece on WordPress. I was a freshman in college, I was taking a creative writing course, poetry course, and comp course and I was feeling on top of the world with a pen and paper at my side.
So I wrote a lot of stuff, stuff I don’t typically write anymore but is still really inspiring and fun(ny) to look back on. This was my Freshman Poetry Final project, ‘Elemental Profusion’. Enjoy one hell of a throwback, friends!
The pidder padder of rainfall hitting the dry ground.
The vast twinkling of the stars in the night sky.
The warm crackling embers drifting by.
The gentle lapping, the splashing sound.
All elements intertwined, combined, profound.
Blazing was our desire
Burning up everything around us
Blasting through our lives like a wildfire
Unstoppable, just as a wildfire shows
Undoubtedly, anything trying to impede the process
Unwittingly affixes itself in the deadly throes
Really there wasn’t much that could be done
Resignedly our paths themselves had chosen
Realize that these lives of ours would be spent on the smoldering sun
Now that’s what choosing this love means
Needing to be hurt, to be burnt, be overpowered in its flames
Negligently catching on fire, doused with loves own gasolines
The boat took me
farther than I had before been.
The solid aquatic world beneath me
no longer frightened me.
Sitting there on the bow
I came to think of how it actually enlightened me.
My fear of drowning
in a world that was so unknown,
turned into an ecstatic reminder
of what we could still discover.
Our tired human species able to once again
explore a vast unknown, like an untouched lover.
The boat was surely close
to running out of time to go unnoticed.
Our guide and our group uncaring,
open to my imaginative world at last.
The trip would soon be over,
as quick our passion ignited, it would die just as fast.
But my friends,
this excursion was no waste.
Some go their whole life
without an opportunity such as this.
A life with no purpose, no direction,
nothing even close to our impending bliss.
The opportunity to be one
with a raw element of life.
To find solace
in your one last unclaimed adventure.
To be born in the water, to die in the water,
was the ultimate life quencher.
Airplanes, birds, kites, and seasonal rains
Dwellers, visitors, admirers, and adventurous brains
Looking, listening, loving, whatever the vast open ordains
No rules, no limits, no expectations, no binding chains.
The power is unmatched
The grace is unnamed
The vast unattached
The sky forever untamed.
From weather of tornadoes, hurricanes, and undying winds
to peaceful skies of blue, pink, and whatever the sun spins
our sky, our life, our endearing friend, we kindly accept whatever the air sends
for our happiness for or our leisure, on air our life depends.
The sparkling frostbitten crunch of powdery winter
fades into the damp freshly padded footfalls of spring
followed closely by the unquenchable sun-ridden paths of summer
leading into the colorfully dead crunch of fall.
Earth’s surface is ever-changing
But naively so are our perceptions of it, too oft unchanging.
It isn’t taken into account the perplexity of our dear friend
the pure intricacy of the home upon which we depend.
The astoundingly impressive peaks of snowy mountains
compared to the frightfully deep crevices of dark valleys
paralleled to the fresh beauty and strength of enchanting forests
matched only by the mysterious gleam of innumerable lakes.
All it has to offer, all it has to give,
is simply beautiful, ever-changing, a reason to live.
***Note, all old posts will be slowly cycled through, edited, reposted, and deleted from my wordpress as to clean up my content a bit.