As Time Goes By

Crystal rain falls
slowly,
leaking out of my eyes.
Looking in my broken mirror
(seven bad years, don'tcha know?),
I see the reflection so clearly.
The image of my heart,
bleeding slowly,
tear and shatter.
a shattered image of what could have been.
A lost love,
passing time
doesn't heal me any quicker.
The tears
(crystal rain,
so lovely but it hurts so much)
can't stop.
The agony will never end.
We came from different worlds,
different times,
and can never meet again.
One brief moment was all we had.
One fleeting memory of the love we shared.
As time goes by,
will you think of me?
For I will always remember you.
I will always love you
as time goes by.

My God, was I depressed or what? I vaguely remember where I got the crystal rain from, it was the name of a band someone I knew was in. I think. Well, it was over 15 years ago. My romantic life was, well, fairly pathetic (hmm, nothing seems to have changed in 15 years) and this was written about Steve, who I was completely obsessed with. I remember writing this in the bathroom of a bar, staring at myself in the mirror and writing this will tears were streaming down my face as I sobbed over the injustice that he just didn't want me. Now, of course, I realize that I'm actually quite lucky that none of my relationships ever worked out. But still, he was hot, drove a Mustang and was in a band...and had total 80's rock star hair, long and black. God, I'm old. I had a crush on a guy with a mullet.

You know what's worse about that, actually? The fact that he read this and actually gave me advice on it, even knowing full well it was about him. Bastard.

Name Poems

Dance for you must,
Always one step away from destruction,
Never look back
And see what could have been.
Maybe your past was bad
And your future looks dim but
Realize what you have to give
Instead of thinking of what was taken away.
Enter a love affair with yourself.

Pretty easy technique. Wrote this in high school when our Speech Teacher decided it would be a good idea. Each sentence starts with the first letter of a letter in your name. For security, I left off my last name. Sorry. Try not to be too devastated.

What is the Meaning of Life?

What is the Meaning of Life?
Is it to be held in the palm of God Almighty?
Or is it just another Monty Python film?



I took an Advanced Poetry class at Lakewood Community College (no longer around, it's now Century College) in 1986. Our assignment was to write poems using different styles we had learned and turn them in for our final grade. This was the poem on the title page.

Why have two blogs?

Why not? I may have 3 or 4 by the time I finish. Maybe I'll collect them? No, this is my attempt to be organized. I have one blog for fun and goofy things that happen/have happened to me (green duckies and other tales of Dana), this one for poetry and maybe I'll start working on my novel(s) again.

I haven't written anything seriously in many years and I'm hoping that typing some of my earlier poetry will help kickstart my muse. Let me know what you think. One warning, I was seriously depressed in high school so some of this may be a little dark. Things are much better now...in fact, since I wrote my best poetry when I was depressed, this might be why I haven't written any poetry for awhile...