Thursday, May 20, 2010

Princess in the Tower

I wrote this poem while attending a rather boring meeting. Boredom often brings out the best in a creative mind! I'm very happy with how this particular piece turned out.

"Princess in the Tower"

Hoping for someone to hold,
All the while, growing old.

A princess sits and waits,
In her heart stirs much debate.

Peering out her window, feeling very alone,
Her hands are clasped together but are still cold as stone.

Her feet, back and forth, are pacing,
Her mind constantly racing.

"Oh, how much longer must I wait?",
With her whole being she questions fate.

In her tower, she dances around,
Her supposed "prince charming" is nowhere to be found.

With her fingertips, she writes in the dust,
All the world's treasures are becoming piles of rust.

Content she will forever pretend to be,
"Lucky" she considers those with no memory.

Hopeful, yet discouraged, determined yet dismayed,
Who is brave enough to find her, without their heart being decayed?

Copyright Casandra Camp 2010

Friday, May 14, 2010

Wispy Memory

Dedicated to anyone who has ever felt invisible...


"Wispy Memory"

Can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?
Will the world stand still for those whose time is fleeting?

Isn’t there something I can do?
Is it too late for me to find you?

The bells ring and the clocks tick.
While I’m waiting, the darkness becomes thick.

Walking out into the forest, I find myself unafraid.
The wind blows and the trees screech as I watch the animals form a parade.

They were not frightened when I walked right by.
I wondered if they had seen me… but maybe it was too dark by the night sky.

I lean down to pet a small, white rabbit;
But try as I may, I cannot grab it!

That’s when I started to become filled with fear.
The animals and the people don’t even know I’m here!

I was always curious as to why my friends no longer looked my direction;
And why whenever I looked in the mirror, I found no reflection.

I walked through the woods, being very much alone and confused.
I sat down next to a rock, picking flowers, feeling anything but amused.

It was only a short time until I discovered that I wasn’t alone after all.
The stone I had been sitting on was a tomb and the writing on it was very small.

I peered down at the words for a while, trying to understand.
When I saw the name of the person buried there, I dropped the rose that was in my hand.

The person buried underneath my feet had the same name as me.
How, oh how, can this possibly be?!

Something was out of place when I felt the same as any other time while standing in the snow.
It was odd how no matter what happened to me, no one’s concern seemed to show.

I never felt hot and I never felt cold.
Stories of things like this I had always been told.

I didn’t know what to do with myself, once I found out that I was a ghost.
This state of body is not something of which I would ever, ever boast.

My hands, though I had never noticed before, could be seen straight through.
Frustrated and devastated, I asked my being, “What has happened to you?”

I have no recollection of my last moment as someone that could be seen and heard.
I truly wish I could have someone udder to me one last word.

Accepting my current existence as a wispy memory;
I pick the rose back up and lay it on my tomb, saying goodbye to the old me.

Without hunger, without exhaustion, without anything but my freedom and I;
I travel deeper into the forest still, searching for someone to say a simple “Hi”.

I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know what to do;
All I know is that I’m searching... and that one day, I’ll find you...

Copyright Casandra Camp 2010

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Dreams of Nightmares

Another poem (or short story, in this case) I wrote about my frequent dreams and nightmares.


"Dreams of Nightmares"

Staring into the darkness as I try to sleep,
While wishing and wondering, my sanity I try to keep.

After hours of tossing and turning,
I close my eyes to stop their burning.

I start to hear voices whispering in my ear,
I ask "Who's there," but nothing do I hear.

My heart beats fast and I feel cold,
Try as I may, I cannot be bold.

I tell myself "You're dreaming,"
Only, as I say those things, I hear someone screaming.

Everything around me flashes and fades away,
All that's left now is me and my dismay.

Terror sweeps over me as I look all around,
I say "Hello," but no one is to be found.

I can still hear the voices and I still feel cold,
"This can't be happening," I whisper as the night gets old.

Blow after blow comes from invisible sources,
I try as hard as I can to I fight back at these forces.

Just when I feel I can take no more,
A hand reaches down and opens a door.

I limp to the exit, nearer to death than I've ever been before,
I hear lightening strike and I fall down to the floor.

My eyes are closed and my body frozen,
But something snatches me from the death that was thought to be chosen.

I fell down through a deep tunnel without much care,
I opened my eyes and inhaled, gasping for air.

Next thing I know, I'm back in my bed,
I sat up slowly and touched my head.

All along, I thought I was, somehow, in reality,
But every night, my nightmares end up getting the best of me.

I wrap myself up and try to stop shivering,
My teeth chatter and my hands refuse to cease their quivering.

The voices stop and my heart slows down,
But just as this happens, I see the sun and make a frown.

My whole night was spent in terror and in vain,
My body aches and I wish I could escape the pain.

My dreams used to be filled with laughter and of fun,
But now, I fear, my horrors have just begun.

I do not know why things happen the way they do,
I know I'm not alone and that you dream, too.

Hiding away, I lock the doors and pray,
Someday soon, peace will come to me and stay.

When I go to bed tonight, I'm sure I'll dream some more,
I only hope that it's of things that don't shake me to my core!

Copyright Casandra Camp 2010