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Upon my Bedside Table

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Every once in awhile I am struck with inspiration. Most often, this inspiration coincides with an overdose of music by one of my personal favorite poets of all time: Adam Young of Owl City (and formerly, Sky Sailing). I’ll wake up in the middle of night with words running through my mind and when I wake again in the morning, the words will be written on a piece of paper on my bedside table. This morning it was a single stanza that could really be a continuation of the first poem I posted to this site.

You are the sun in unknown skies, the light to distant lands.
You are the tilted moon and the glittering stars, and still you don’t understand.
You are the reason for my breath, the comprehension to my mind,
And among a sea of diamonds, you’re the only one that shines.

~For Anthony

As it has been a couple days since my last post, I decided to go ahead and post this. I apologize for not keeping up with my posts, I’ve just been horribly busy with hospital visits and spending time with Anthony. I just haven’t had the time. I will try my best to try to be better about that.

On another note, I would like to mention the moral of this short little poem: you are beautiful. Yes, you. The reader. Someone out there, whether you know it or not, loves you. Someone out there thinks you’re beautiful. And they always will. I didn’t believe it once. But it’s true.

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Unearthly Worlds

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I sometimes forget
who I’ve become,
who I pretended I might be.
I sometimes wonder,
in my stead
if someone else might believe
that there is something more
out there,
a world untraveled,
a spell unbound.
I sometimes think that I am alone,
in loving my small town.

Behind moons of other worldly travelers,
none that may stay here,
and mists of morning,
and dawns in pastures,
solidity for years and years.

In lakes with unearthly monsters
that haunt unbidden knights,
in stars as pieces of other heavens
and scorched earth from deadly fights.
And swords that clang
and clash in steel,
and battles never won,
and stories that feed
on my fright and wonder
that cannot be undone.

And maidens in perfect dresses,
with hair in golden curls,
and courtrooms of
unquestioned justice,
with jurors’ cutting words.
And verdicts that shed blood
and tears of ages,
that spawn a vengeful strife,
and all the other things I see,
horrifying to others’ eyes.

And I think that in
my entranced state,
I might see more than there is.
Pretend I am in lands forgotten
that thrill me more
than this.

I think sometimes
I blunder,
and search out golds that do not exist.
I think, I might
have fallen in love
with a figment of my imagination.

I think, looking over this, I’ve been reading and fantasizing too much about the books and new HBO series Game of Thrones. As a child, I always loved stories of knights and fighting and swordplay. In fact, up until about age seven, I was convinced I was going to become a knight. Years, I spent fantasizing about what my life would become. I would lie awake in bed for hours, dreaming about it. And then I would fall asleep and dream that way as well.

This is basically just a vocalization of all of my dreams streamed together in one. I will go ahead and take this time, however, to HIGHLY recommend both the book series and show Game of Thrones. If you are a Lord of the Rings fan, or just love midieval times, both are absolutely amazing!