Dragon Master's Poetry and Short Stories

[Dragon Master Mike]

Poetry and stuff

It is rare that i write poetry, and even rarer that i share it, but i have been writing poetry a lot lately and decided i wanted to post some of it.

Most Recent Poem:

It took a lot of pushing myself to get me to put up more poems. My family had a tradition every fourth of July where we would all get together and go to a certain place that I will not specify, and for reasons that I don't want to go into that tradition is done. This year we all went to my cousins house on the beach for a few days, and I was so upset about the change that I wrote this poem in anticipation of the event. I did actually have fun when I got there, but I couldn't stop feeling like something was missing. I should mention that my poem "Good Times" refers to the same place.


Spoiler:

Crying Inside

Along the beach
I watch the waves
I laugh and play
But I’m crying inside

I say I’m having fun
I ride the waves
I put on a smile
But I’m crying inside

We run around
We play games
Laughing and shouting
But I’m crying inside

I go home
I lay in bed
I cry
And I’m dying inside

Spoiler:

I wrote this a while ago actually, but I'm very hesitant usually to share my poetry, which is why I haven't posted it or anything else yet (Despite the fact that ive been writing a lot.)

Good Times

The small lake lies before me
I look at it from the dock
The sun sets overhead
As I look out at the rocks

I see a fish leap
I see it flounder and flop
I watch it swim around
Until the splashing stops

The sunlight fades
And colors flood the sky
Red white and blue
The fireworks draw our eyes

Sparks fly over the water
Stars shine bright above
I wish to spend forever
In this place that I love

I turn around

I wake up.
The dream is over.

The dream of times left behind
The dream of places left behind
The dream of memories left behind
The dream of things never to return

For the years we spent here
Have long since come and gone
The days we would go here
Are nothing more than memories

Though it hurts to remember
It hurts more to forget
The good times we had
The good things we did

I long to go back
For things to be like before
But the times left behind
are never to return

unnamed Poem:

Spoiler:

Alright. I have a "new" Poem. Its not really new, its actually a very old one that I wrote a while back. I actually liked it, all though I thought it had some REALLY stupid lines. I decided to edit it and cut out what I didn't like, and to post it here. I will just post the original and the newly edited one. I have no name for this poem.

Original:

go be happy, go be free
go where your heart longs to be
live your life in harmony

forget your troubles
send them far away
leave your fears behind
and cherish every day

life is to short to waste
it can end with sutch haste
theres no time to have regrets
because life is so short, and dont you forget

go be happy, go be free
go where your heart longs to be
make history, or just climb a tree
do whatever makes you happy

New:

Go be happy, go be free
Go where your heart longs to be

Forget your troubles
Send them far away
Leave your fears behind
And cherish every day

Life is too short to waste
It can end with such haste
So make the best of the time you’ve got
Because you may not have a lot

Blindness:

Spoiler:

alright, this new poem is basicly about my fear of going blind. For lack of a better name i am simply going to call it blindness. I think its better than the other two poems i posted.

Blindness

Black is all i see
Dark surrounding me
My eyes are gone
Yet i live on
In this living hell
From which i will not get well

They tell me it will be ok
But i will not see another day
I will not see the Moon or the stars
I will not see Jupiter or Mars
I will not see the deep blue sea
Only the dark surrounding me

The signals do not go through my eye
Perhaps it would be better to die
Than to live through this unseen hell

Surely this fate is worse than death
I do not wish to take another breath
Why me? I can’t comprehend
I sit and wait for the end

The Puppet Master:

Spoiler:

The Puppet Master


We are but slaves
Tied by invisible strings
All shall bow to the puppet master
As he brings us to our knees

One by one we fall
Bent to his will
Connected by strings of deceit
Tied with knots of lies

The puppet master beckons
And we blindly follow
Down dark caverns of corruption
Through the twisted corridors of his false truth

All shall bow to the puppet master
he has brought us to our knees

And we don’t even know it.

The Door:

Spoiler:

The Door


I see the door before me
Its bright blue paint
Its handle of pure gold

I reach for the handle
I twist and turn
But the door will not open

I use all of my strength
I push with all of my will
Still the door will not open

I pound on the door
Desperation setting in
Again the door will not open

The blue paint fades
The gold handle rusts
And the door will not open

I slam my body into it
As it cracks and crumbles
Yet the door will not open

I again reach for the handle
Now coated with rust
But there is no door

And it will never open.