DarkStory

The interpretation of a poem varies from person to person and the poet is the only one who really knows the meaning behind the poem. A friend of mine used to always say "Explain." after reading my poetry, so for him and others like him, here's a brief explanation of my poems on this page.

Life-just a little musing that life will pass you by if you don't hold on to it.
Winter's Kiss-someone once commented on me being aloof, cold even, and this poem came out of it.
December's Song-just a thought on winter.
Profound-just a college memory about a sneaky suspicion I had that there was more to life than partying.
A Handful of Glass-written for a friend I grew up with who got sucked up into the drug scene.
A Morning Outing-just a daydream about running away.
Playing In Your Shadow-a poem about having an older sibling who always seemed to be perfect, and the realization that perfect may not be all that it is cracked up to be.
Flirting-have you ever seen someone who sets the standards for all of your fantasies? And then been saddened because you know you'll never see them again? A one night stand for the eyes. Oh well, take comfort in the fact that the reality rarely lives up to the fantasy and you will always have that glance.
Torn-taken from a journal entry written years ago about being torn between abandoning friendships that are no longer needed.
For the Ocean-written because I dream of oceans way too much(dream symbols of water often represent emotions).
Forest Walk-written after a hike at a local state park. There really was a mushroom, an opening with flowers, and a beautiful black and yellow spider weaving a web.
Calling the Corners-a reference to the Wiccan practice of calling the four corners, the directions (East, South, West and North) and elements that they represent (air, fire, water and earth), is about a woman who lives her life in a self-imposed secrecy, but is on the edge of changing.
Queen of Swords-the first poem in a series about the Tarot deck, the Queen of Swords combines the sorrow of that card with the frustration of relationships that go nowhere.
Draw Your Razor-written during the time I was being stalked. This poem represents what it felt like to know that someone who claims to love you would rather see you dead than alive without him.
One of Your Lies-hmmm...I don't know how to explain this one, except to say that it is symbolic only. There are no scars on my hands.
Ethereal-taken from another journal entry during a time when friends were tiptoeing around me like I would break if they even looked to hard at me. Boy, you climb one lousy tree, and they never forget...
Snowman-losing people is hard, but it's a fact of life. People die, move, change, it's not easy to deal with, but you have to. Learning to accept loss was one of the hardest lessons I had to learn, and I'm sure I still won't get an "A" on it if tested.
Apple-a friend laughed at me for commenting on the sexiness of apples, so I wrote this poem to show him what I meant. I wonder what he thinks about apples now...
Drought-a very misunderstood poem about the ending of writer's block. It was a very hot August, and I hadn't written anything in weeks. One day, after work, I was getting ready to take a shower, and I forgot to put the shower curtain in the tub and as a result, flooded the whole bathroom which led to a daydream about flooding the whole apartment.

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