| the works of the struggling poet |
| A Sea of Music by Grace Lin I sit down to the piano, ready to play, Play just for me, no force, no other way. I play for the music, the emoions, the feeling, I play for the gaping wound that always needs healing. Music, I play, reaches deep inside the soul, Mixing the emotions like a giant salad bowl. I play of anger, frustration, and sorrow, I play of love and the hope for a happier tomorrow. My favorite thing to do, as you can see, Is to create a sea of music so touching, so free. To me, music tells a story, a wonderful tale, Echoing through my heart, never growing stale. The music reaches to people, whose spirit cries, Seeks out the unhappiness and little white lies. It soothes, it comforts, those of all age, It tells you amazing things like a wise, old sage. Thus, you can understand why I love it so, Why i'd play music come rain or snow. |
| By Your Side by Grace Lin I say: I'm right there by your side Can't you see me? You can lean on me We're beautiful together Don't you see? I'm right there by your side Can't you hear me? Whispering comforts And singing lullabies Don't you hear? I'm right there by your side Can't you feel me? Soothing your wounds Wiping your tears Don't you feel? You say: No, you're not by my side I can't see you! Not smiling at me You're invisible I can't see! No, you're not by my side I can't hear you! Not laughing at my jokes Or whispering your secrets I cant' hear! No, you're not by my side I can't feel you! Not hugging me especially Now that I need you I can't feel! I can't see you You can't hear me I can't feel you You can't feel me Where are you? Are you there? Whare are you? How come I can't see you? Are you really here By my side? |
| I'm Sorry for all the Times by Grace Lin I'm sorry for all the times I caused you any pain I'm sorry for all the times I have ever been vain. I'm sorry for all the times you waited hours for me I'm sorry for all the times all i felt was need. I'm sorry for all the tiems I've ever made you upset I'm sorry for all the times; I'll always be in your debt. I'm sorry for all the times, I swear I really do, I've ever made you doubt that I really love you. Please forgive me for all these things and more Because without you I wouldn't be me Without you I shouldn't have been born. So I'd just like you to know That I'm sorry for all the times And that I'll forever love you Even after my prime. |
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| my current project: mastering the Shakespearean sonnet... |
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| i have others i just havent put them up yet so be patient with me |
| Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling-my darling-my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. |
| There are Some Days by Grace Lin There are some days When I don't think I can smile anymore. This face I'm putting on, Does anyone believe it? There are some days When I don't think I can laugh anymore. This cheerfulness I share, Does anyone even care? There are some days When I don't think I can work anymore. All this work I've done, Does anyone see it? There are days when I'm lost Days when I'm tired Days when I falter Days when I fall But yet, I'm still living While still sighing While still crying While still dying And yet, I'm living I'm smiling I'm laughing I'm working Despite those days Despite some of those days There are some days When I just don't want to think anymore. Does anyone believe I don't? Does anyone care that I don't? Does anyone see that I don't? I don't know and I don't care. |
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| When I have Fears by John Keats When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when i feel, fair creature of an hour! That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love! - then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. |
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| Denial by Grace Lin There is no way I could ever love you No possible way I could feel that way If the world had suddenly come anew I still wouldn't give you the time of day. We couldn't have been made for each other We were never meant to be soul mates There is no spell you could ever concur To make me believe we were drawn by fate. My conscience, my mind tells me that you can't You're not, you could never be right for me You can not steal my heart, you can't, you can't Not even in dreams could that come to be. So leave me alone, I hate it, I do How could I have ever fallen for you? |
| When I have Tears by Grace Lin When I have tears, they all will be for you The emotional words you could not write, The books that filled a room with hope anew, The constant warmth and feeling burned so bright. When I have dreams, I imagine your dreams, In which depths of nights of fog and cloud Surround magical romances that seem And stay unreached, for fate's hand disallows. And when I long, I long for your flower, The face that you shall never look upon, "Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love!" - Then as day wans, I remember, for time cannot alther, "Here lies one whose name was writ in water." |