rashadow

I have been going through a box filled with a lot of old stuff. I found I lot of very old poetry that I wrote in my mid teens. Very pretentious stuff but I think some of it still holds up. That is mainly what I have been posting lately, like all of the "On (subject)" poems.

I only say that to say this: This is a poem that I wrote to a girl that I never met. Her name was Te'Essense. We talked on the phone a lot and sent each other pictures. However the moment I was waiting for never came, she went away to college and I never heard from her again.

She had asked me to write her a poem introducing myself and here it is, bad grammer and all. I laughed as I read it...ah memories...



Introducing Me

You asked for a written word account of me
Speak fluent intelligence educated and elegant
Touch Heaven when I wake each day but live in Hell
I think hard and read life like it’s Braille

To be honest I just like life but hate living
Love giving of myself to someone worthy of the getting
Talked on the phone with you and felt different
About anything to do with everything got to check my feelings

To touch you cream colored life saver
Bright days in your eyes hot nights sights sacred
Never even saw the angel
It might blind me
Every night hear the voice echo
Through my dark mind’s sleep
Writing out my heart onto the page
And thinking Essense
The presence of Divine Essence
Leaves me breathless

To hold you with my sight gaze hard at perfection
Empty out my heart and let my blood paint this message
Elegant prime suspect you are wanted
Silence when we speak but my mind’s always running
Sufficient appetite search your soul for nourishment
Everything is everything dealing in relationships
Never hurt the one I love respect the one I’m with
Scent of your attraction rose petals kiss
Eternity means forever to be pressed against your lips

I am Rasheen
Ra meaning Sun
Sheen meaning Shine
Bright like the sun
But chase after night
Hopes of you being mine
Love the truth
Hate the lies
Poetry paints my mind
Laid back and reclined
Aries is my sign
Love a lady that’s not blind
That can see and can feel
And can be there
Give me time

Realized perfection of
Analyzed destiny
Sought in the stars that materialize
Heaven manifested
Easily witnessed like time and
Existence refined in the mist but
Never reflected

Recognize the twin sunshine of eyes in the face of beauty
Skyscraper flesh touch sky of your skin
Forever Heaven angels dwell within
Have mercy on my vision the Earth thirsty
Drink tears from pain shed flesh like blood from vein
Untethered soul rise to merge with your flame
Together I and you see eye to eye and I can never say a thing
Reminisce on life what pleasures bring
You are my days and my nights
But always time fades
And dreams are never remembered the same
From me to you
My light that Heaven made

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Holls

Hey! I'm an Aries too!

So are two of my favorite writers, Sue Goyette and Helen Humphreys...its a good sign

Moving right along then:

Your poem is not as horrid as you may think. I thought it was quite lovely - and would not recommend ever changing it - esp. because it captures a long-gone state of mind.

This summer, my roommate and I hosted a night called "Aesthetic Puberty". We invited Kingston and non-Kingston artisits to share the 'art' they created in their preteens and teens. From screenwriters (ok, one screenwriter - my roomy. He's a gem) to visual artists to muscians, we indulged in copious amounts of wine and laughed with (at) eachother's earlier artistic endeavours until our sides hurt.

It is SO important to not forget where you come from - in every way, shape and form.

Thanks for sharing rashadow!

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Rkay

Oh, welcome all those 'old' poems

many of the ones I have posted here are the same, insterspersed with new ones.

I think that is an excellent idea. As I believe all poems have their individual souls.

There's nothing like the feel of squatting in an attic browsing through our yesterdays......

Ricky

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rashadow

Thanks Holls for the pat on the back and the understanding.

Thanks as well Rkay, you're right, there's nothing quite like that nostalgic feeling you get when you find something old and immediately are reminded of a specific place or time and sometimes even a smell.

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rashadow

-=bump=-

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Death_and_her_Cat

I only glanced over this for a moment, through lack of time but what stood out to me immediately was 'Touch Heaven when I wake each day but live in Hell' while a beautiful line I find it amusing that someone would find waking heaven. I believe in much the same thing except heaven is when I sleep and hell is when I am awake and thus waking is like falling and sleeping like rising ... what a strange little analogy ... hope you don't mind if I use that analogy for a poem of my own ... you've given me an idea there, thank you.

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Her feelings she hides, her dreams she can't find,
She's losing her mind, she's falling behind,
She can't find her place, she's losing her faith,
She's falling from grace, she's lost inside.
~ Avril Lavigne - Nobody's Home ~

rashadow

Thank you Death for at least browsing me. Feel free to use whatever you want from the poetry above. Glad I could engender creation within you.

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Death_and_her_Cat

Rashadow ... I made that poem and posted it ... entitled 'Heaven in Hell' if your interested in taking a look at my crap.

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Her feelings she hides, her dreams she can't find,
She's losing her mind, she's falling behind,
She can't find her place, she's losing her faith,
She's falling from grace, she's lost inside.
~ Avril Lavigne - Nobody's Home ~