Random poetry -

This is some poetry I came up with during my Creative Writing class and I feel like posting them on the web somewhere.
April 10, 2008
Free

Free can be defined as ability to do things without restriction
But sometimes governments take that away,
Our own even does that to us
In their own sort of way.
A false sense of security
Is the cause our freedoms
To be slowly depleted and decay.
Maybe there is a way to redeem us?

May 6, 2008
I can Imagine

A mermaid in the sea,
A pirate on a ship,
Sometimes I wonder
Who the hell would write this (shit).

Although I’m a bit hypocritical
Because I right about these
And imagine these too,
Especially about crystallized morning dew.

A rainbow butterfly
That can split into R.O.Y.G.B.I.V.
A rainbow fish
That knows only to give.

I’m running out of ideas to show
So why don’t you all just open your mind
And let it all take you to far and below,
To places so imaginable you can’t leave it behind!

May 19, 2008
I Come From

I come from the Elements
With the deeds of my parents done
I was created,
born,
one.
From the Loving childhood
To other experiences in my life,
That is where I come from.
Satisfying music still ringing in my ears,
The beautiful compositions by Nobuo Uematsu
To the eerie music of Silent Hill that creates fear.
Wind
Water
Fire
Air
Each Element comforts me and takes care.
Visuals that stimulate the eye
Including Anime,
manga,
video games,
Even real life events that make you cry.
From the first time mother made me grilled cheese and
To the book I am writing with a cat named Luna,
All the events that have come and gone
As well as the events that has yet to be
Will always effect where I come from,
Who I am,
And I am free.

May 21, 2008
It’s too soon to tell

Is she going to be alright?
It’s too soon to tell.
A few moments pass,
Soon comes the sounds of bells.
She has died inside
And it is too late,
Her family has cried
But there is no hate.

May 29, 2008
A Deserted Auditorium

A deserted auditorium
Long since been darkened
But ghosts still longer in the wings.
A once brightly lit stage
Is cold and barren
But the memories still
Remain.
Despite the dark
And emptiness which creates
silence to hang still
In the air,
If one were to sit in this
Auditorium and let their minds
Wander,
A great play or musical could
Fill the stage
Once more.
But now a strange
Silence rests itself
On the lights,
The chairs,
The stage,
Bringing with it
The comforting arms of sleep
To wrap them around
Creating a comforting slumber
For eternity.

And then randomly today I wrote this poem

June 11, 2008

Hatred of the soul continues to saturate the mind
As it tries to hide its despair within the heart using
Only happiness as a façade.
I long to rid myself of this self destruction
To utilize my mind in speaking my thoughts
Instead of being left on the sideline to please others.
This selflessness is a steady poison to my being
Dragging me deeper into my own despair
As I try to escape it.
Being raised this way has an effect on this
But that is no excuse for my actions that I should
Take control of and learn the ways I am
Unfamiliar of.
Perhaps with this love of mine,
And of my loved ones, and friends,
I will be able to overcome one of the many weaknesses
Of my being,
Restoring my mind to peace.

Edit: for some reason, the spaces I used to create effect in some of the poems didn't transfer over ):