A Rose

February 28, 2011

A rose
So very sweet
Simply Innocent and pristine
But if it
Gets picked
Too early
By fumbling hands
Unaware of how delicate
Such things are
It might
Not live
To see light
For it is just
A young rose
Too weak
To know
It has been
Removed from the vine
Protecting it from
This deadly
World

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Departures and Arrivals

February 27, 2011

Dear Constant Readers,

A year ago today in the middle of a cool February afternoon, I stumbled across a blog on an acquaintances  Facebook.  Being bored and not having anything better to do (more like not wanting to do the better things I had to do), I clicked the link.  From this simple action, an idea was born.  The blog I clicked on was like a door into the mind of a twenty-something year old grad student.  It was both fascinating and frightening.  I found myself burning hours away reading about troublesome classes and concepts that looked nice on paper but harshly failed in reality.  As I read further I found a poem.  It was of a very different style than any I had read or written at that point.  Its pace was set in the length of the lines; the harsh one word responses to the troubled fumbling of young love.  It was beautiful.  This poem did more than convey emotion though, it inspired me to work on a project I had put off for a long time.  For a large part of my life, I have written various things.  In recent years, those things have migrated to mostly poetry.  I found that poetry helped me deal with the pains of life and the struggles I am having.  I always wanted to make these public, knowing if even one person facing these struggles found them and felt comfort I would have done some good with my books upon books of writing.  I also wanted to make this set of posts unique and challenging that I could be proud to say I had accomplished.  So, with this in mind and the strong push of a close friend, I started my own blog, posting one poem new or old, every day for one year.  And so the adventure started…

It is here I would like to thank my constant readers as well as my good friends who each in their own way pushed me along for the last 12 months.   You have given me the motivation to complete this project.  Thank you to everyone for reading, commenting, liking and helping me progress as a writer.  Without you, I don’t think the last 365 days would have been successful at all.  This blog started out as a concept, and ended as a road map through a year of my life told in almost 400 pieces ranging in size from 3 lines to over 100.  Each poem says something, some well written, some not.  Some of them are from when I first tried writing some are written as recently as yesterday.  Some of them are about highs, some are about lows.  But what each has in common is a little part of me, I can say I shared with people around the globe.  Finally, if for nothing else, I would like to thank you for allowing this to be a reality.

The one greatest accomplishment I have felt over the past year is learning to write about the good and not just the bad.  I remember sitting at dinner with a dear friend in early January 2010, discussing my poetry.  I had just completed the challenge of typing 100 of my poems, and we were discussing some of them.  She told me I had a lot of talent but she did not like the dark tone present in almost everything I wrote.  I set out on this journey planning on changing that as a goal.  In order to do this, I couldn’t simply post all my old poems and call it a day.  I had to write new poems almost every day from the start of this blog until now.  This has progressed me more than any other advice and for that I would like to thank you Fiona.

Finally, I would like to steal one more minute of your time to ask you, constant reader, a favour.  This isn’t a huge favour, more of a small request.  I am wondering if any of you who made it this far could tell me their favourite poem from the past 365 days.  I am planning on continuing this site, but with more newly written material instead of the mixture of new and old I am currently using.  The reason for this favour is to simply see what styles catch my reader’s eye, and which I should leave behind as failed experiments.

Once again, Thank you for the support, praise, criticism and thoughts.  Everyone has been helpful in progressing my creative works.  I started this blog as a hack, just trying to get my feelings out in words.  Now as I come to the conclusion of the first year of doing this, I can see the improvement in my writing.  And for this I thank you all.

All the best!

Mark Stevensson

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Departures and Arrivals

Life.
It starts as an arrival
But ends in a departure
Leaving reality
Entering the fallacy
Death.
That final thing
Feared by many
Known by none
Can never be out run.
Arrivals.
Coming in every day
Finding new paths
Making new lives
When passion arrives.
Departures.
Solomon’s prayer
Life was given
But only in death
Can we take our final breath

The Wall

February 26, 2011

You build a wall
To keep yourself in
It will never fall
But you’ll never win

You trap yourself
In your own fort
An item on a shelf
It’s lifespan short

The wall it resides
Inside your head
Your love simply hides
Until you’re dead.

The Hangover

February 25, 2011

Head throbs
Stomach Turned
So many years
I never learned

Drink hard
Night of fun
Hard morning
Body done.

Foolish shots
Take one more
Now on a date
With the bathroom floor

Asking to stop
But sipping back
Feeling so wrong
Judgment I lack

Just one more
I can make my goal
Can’t miss my appointment
With the toilet bowl

The throbbing starts
To bore on through
“I’ll never drink again”
Wish it was true

The Damned

February 24, 2011

Brick walls are now built
To house the minds of the lost
Preventing healing

Questions

February 23, 2011

Questions are answered
Posing one thousand choices
None are ever right

Power Abuse

February 22, 2011

Smooth woman
Down the street
Fast cars
People meet

Hands shake
Shaky hands
Sealed deal
Behind the stands

Business works
In back rooms
Lying, cheating
Sweeping brooms

Raw deal
Smelling sour
Suited men
Only want power