Written to the song "Overtaken" by Jeremiah Pena
http://jeremiahpena.com/site/2010/01/overtaken/

What is this?
What is it's meaning?
This tragedy that fills my soul
The despair that comes over me.
Strength seems to be fleeing
But I need every ounce that I have
I must fight this battle
But only more tragedy lies ahead.
Why does this so overcome me?
Why is the emotion so deep?
Like a hole, never ending
A sad note echoing still.
The anguish! The anguish! It fills me!
Though I ride into battle head high.
The tragedy, tragedy, kills me!
Before the enemy raises his sword!
The sad note, the tragedy, echoes...
That note plays to my dying breath...

I wrote this in English a while back... Yeah, it's to a song, but I don't know what the name of the song is...

Rushing along!
A spring in my step and a dance in my walk.
Though peasent I am, high as a lord I feel!
The countryside seems to sing,
The green grasses raise chorus
To the happy summer sun!
Rushing along
The worn dirt road.
Bowing to every carriage that passes
And laughing to every traveler!
Jump, laugh, dance and sing,
Rush along! Rush along!
A spring in my step, and a dance in my walk.

Joy!
High like a ballon!
A rush like a rollercoaster!
Joy!
Like a sunshining day!
Like a blue sky above me!
Joy!
People ask me why I can always feel
As high as a king,
As high as a king,
Why do I laugh at every thing?
Why do I smile all day?

Why not?

I feel... at peace...
It seems as if all the things that were attacking me, they are gone now.
They melted away. Like snow in the bright, happy sunlight.
Finally.
I knew that they could not last.
But even though they are gone,
The thoughts still make me wince.
But that's normal.
The songs
They no longer make me think
Of what is lost
But rather, the happy memories.
The songs are sweet again.

Umm... huh... well, that kinda failed at being happy. So much for doing a happy improv poem... it's not even that good of a poem... what do I even call it? Let's try this again.

Shock
Unbelief
Questions
How? Why? When? What?
No answers. Just emptiness.
Strength, then breaking,
No tears. Only torture.
War.
War of the heart and of the mind.
Swirling thoughts and emotions.
Memories.
But they are good memories.
And when all else melts away,
There is still that lingering joy
That is the fine accent marks
On this painting of life.

Is it just me, or do all of my poems start out really, really depressing and then have a happy, peaceful ending? It's kinda weird. :P I think I'll try to write a happy one now...

Christmas time is something special
Something that just warms your soul.
Something that fills you with peace
And always surrounds you with joy.
Sounds of Christmas, oh how joyous
Hear them everywhere you go.
Silver bells, their pretty ringing
Christmas songs, their wondrous sounds.
Friends surround you, laughing, smiling
Rejoice in their beaming joy
The feeling you get when giving
Is the brightest in the soul.
May we feel the joy of Christmas
May we laugh and love more now
Sing the praises to the highest
Happy Birthday, to my Lord.

This poem was written during a day when I just couldn't become happy. Everything I tried just wouldn't work. So I tried writing. This is the poem I got. For a small tribute, thanks to Paige, Ty, and Rachel, the three friends that are mentioned in the poem.

Gloom
That's the dark shroud that covers me
The darkness the seems to hang over me
And fill that emptiness in my heart.

I see the worry in a friend's eyes.
She wonders if I'm okay.
I hear the joke in my friend's voice
As he tries to cheer me up.
And I laugh, and smile,
but the gloom returns quickly.

Maybe all I need is a hug
And a friend is right there to give me one.
She makes me feel better
And for a while, I am happy.
But a sarcastic comment drops me again.

But really, what reason do I have
To feel down, to feel sad?
I have friends
And they care about me.
They want my happiness
The same way I want theirs.

Within the dark gloom
There is a pinprick of light.
And while It isn't enough to shake the blackness
It is enough
To make me feel
A little better.