find

winding, winding staircase
help me find him
don't just stare me in the face
help me find him
wind up and give me hope
help me find him
wind down and let me cope
help me find him
don't feed me lies
help me find him
with love hope applies
help me kill him

Elinor

Elinor at midnight
standing in the rain
looking for a light
to show her again

Elinor at midday
looking out the window
trying to find a way
to not be hollow

Elinor alone
hugging close her book
she will not postpone
the day she goes to look

Her eyes will be red
as she stares
at her sister's empty bed
while no one else cares

my grandmother

the flower is dying
I can't save it
the lark no longer flying
I can't fix it
I must keep going
they would want it
the flower and lark are fleeing
give me strength with it


my grandmother recently died and I wrote this when she was terminally ill. I used to say that when it rained the angels were crying for a lost soul. I will never say that again. it rained the day my grandma died

I figure every amateur poet ought to have one

spring-
Oh! what joy that spring is here
the seaon that is oh, so dear
sleeping we have waited long
and now erupt in joyous song
gladly dancing with the fey
we rejoice on this fine day
and now to say, happy day!

summer-
I feel warm sun on my face
the heat is like fire
watching the deer, I long to give chase
so soon I tire
I rest in this case
I am a liar

fall-
fall, of course, is content
to stay inside by the fire
and is not bent
on working till she tire
evenings spent cuddling a cat
and reading fairy books
will not result in fat
but give much improvement to your looks!

winter-
frosty breath and ice cold hands
snowy banks cover all the lands
though harsh and cold it may be
it has an air of majesty
the snow is cold yet delightful
in all this beauty though it's spiteful
give me snow and glee
and I'll give you a smile from me!

lost

Help me, for I am lost
I make my way through mazes
it comes at such a cost
the gift of peoples' gazes

Help me, for I am lost
I want to see the light
I keep going for I must
or else I'll not take flight

Help me, for I am lost
the final time I call you
give me help or I will cast
an evil curse upon you

can't cry

My soul cries
but my eyes do not
hope is full of lies
light was all I sought

I was dissapointed
hoping for a break
but I was only annointed
with heartache

so long I've waited
hoping against hope
my breath bated
waiting for a rope.