Original Poem: Burning Ships

So the idea for this one came from the title of For KING & COUNTRY's new album, which was released in August of last year. The album was titled Burn The Ships. The song "Burn the ships", for which the album was named, talks about different addictions, using the idea of burning the ships as an analogy for being unable to go back once you cut the ties from something so toxic. My poem is not inspired by the words of the song, so much as the title. I think the idea of burning ships is a really interesting and artistic concept. Also in my case, the concept takes on a completely different meaning. Enjoy!

Burning Ships
At the edge of the ocean I stood, aghast,
as orange flames shot up the mast.
The hull, which had been scrubbed 'til it flashed,
was slowly turning into ash.
All the rigging engulfed in fire,
from afar looked to be glowing wire.
The sails on their frames collapsed and broke free,
and blazing canvas met roaring sea.
All this I watched from the nearby shore.
moist eyes wide in silent horror,
as the once stunning vessel became no more.
Now only a ghost of it's former self.
All that was left was burned out shell.
One final sigh of life it gave,
before descending into the waves,
and coming to rest in an undersea grave.
Splinters of debris washed up on the land,
as the sun finally rose and I sat on the sand.
This is all that is left, it seems.
Just broken thoughts and spiraling dreams.
Far in the distance, more fires ignite.
Their glows become stronger as day turns to night.
A mind can be stretched 'til it finally rips,
and all that is left is burning ships.
Burning Ships all rights reserved. T. Cwanek 7/16/18

Original Poem: Untitled

Yep, it's another poem. I never really knew what to call this one. It's not really a poem either, it's more like one long stream of consciousness. This is the first thing I wrote in my new notebook, and it's from July of last year. Hope you like it!

Untitled
Wouldn't it be cool if the stars had thoughts?
Like they've watched everything that happened since God created them.
They are the only ones to have witnessed all of history besides God himself.
Everything.
What kind of conversations would they have?
Probably about how foolish humans are.
We're simply not that smart.
And the stars would know, of all things.
Because they would have watched history repeat itself over and over and over again.
They would know better than anyone that humans never learn, never change.
Those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it.
maybe the stars would talk of how they could help us.
If there was any way to break the vicious cycle.
Or maybe they don't care at all.
They are the more superior life forms after all, so why should they care about any of us anyway?
I think I might like to be a star.
I wouldn't worry about the humans on Earth, or any of the other planets.
Let them figure they're own problems out.
No, I would be content to just hang in the sky, not a care in the world.
Glowing.
Untitled all rights reserved. T. Cwanek 7/9/18 

Like I said, I have no idea what this is, but all the same, I hope it was fun to read!

The Update's Update

Welp. Didn't make any good on that promise did I? Sorry guys. I even missed this blog's 1 year anniversary, not that I've posted all that much over the last year. I kinda suck at this whole "sticking to a schedule" thing. Anyway, I guess this is just kind of an update from the update. Yes, I swear I'm still here. And now that I have a little more free time (at least for the next few weeks) I should be posting at least a little bit more regularly. Sooooo yeah I guess that's all I have to say.

Oh hi, you're still here?

     Hey guys. So it's been a minute or two. And by that I mean like seven months but pssshhhh it hasn't been THAT long :) In all seriousness, I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in forever. Life is reeeeeaaaly crazy right now so I'll try to post when I can, but it probably won't be all that regularly or weekly. Um yup this is basically just a little update to say "hey. Don't worry. I'm not dead." Sooooo yeah I think that's all for now. I hope to be posting again very very soon :)
                           
     
                                               Torilinn

End of the Notebook

     Sup Ya'll? So today my post is something I wrote on the very last page of a notebook. I'd had the notebook for about nine months and had written a lot of personal stuff in there. When it came to the last pages, I was really sad. Maybe I'm just overly sentimental but it felt a little like losing a friend. When I reached the end I didn't want the last page to just have some random song lyrics. So I wrote this piece as a sort of......tribute I guess. Kinda silly, writing a tribute for a notebook, but it made me feel better about letting it go, even as I started a new notebook. I don't know if I'd call it a poem exactly, but I hope you like it anyway!

End of the Notebook

I hope in the past nine months I've changed.

This notebook recorded all of my pain. 

But it captured the happy moments too. 

And it caught all the times that I needed You. 

The happy and sad times, the good and the bad times. 

I wrote it all down, the smiles and the frowns, 

songs fabricated, the worlds I created. 

I always took a note, so if you wanna know,

look inside this notebook and you'll look inside my head. 

The stories I brought to life the songs I left dead. 

The times I was hurting and needed a light. 

The times that I worshiped my Lord Jesus Christ. 

When Life was ok, when I had a good day,

when things got hard, or I just played a part. 

The times when I should've slept,

the secrets I would've kept,

if it hadn't been for a song within just dying to get out. 

A song that was reaching up for the clouds. 

So know this without a single a doubt, 

I've got no plans of burning out. 

Heck I'm gonna scream and shout. 

The world will know what I'm about. 

And so if you're reading this it means you've reached the end. 

It feels a little like I'm saying goodbye to a friend. 

But I'll find another notebook just you wait and see. 

You have not by any shot seen the last of me. 

End of the Notebook all rights reserved T. Cwanek 5/11/18 

     Please know that just because I finished that notebook doesn't mean I'm out of poems. I started writing in a new notebook and there's plenty to write about! And if and when I do run out, there's always song lyrics :) Anyway, that's all for today. Keep being awesome my peeps! 

                                                                                                        Torilinn

Original Poem: Rainy Day

     Hey Guys! Got a short poem today. The only inspiration for this is it was pouring really hard one night and I felt like writing about rain. Enjoy!

Rainy Day
Gray sky,
raindrops slide down the window.
Clouds cry,
damp and cold,
raindrops roll down my face.
Blue umbrellas,
red rubber boots,
puddle splashing,
soaked through.
Thunder crack,
lightning shred,
safe inside here in bed.
Curled up on the couch,
blanket, book and hot chocolate.
By the window
watch it pour.
I'll be sad when it doesn't anymore.
Rainy Day all rights reserved. T. Cwanek 5/9/18 

Let me know what movies I should review next!
                             
                                                                                                                 Torilinn

Original Poem: The Memory of Life

     Hey guys! Sorry it's been awhile. My summer is always extremely busy so I haven't had time to post. For now, I'm going to try and post whenever I can, and get back into a more weekly schedule closer to fall.
     Today I'm sharing yet another poem, mostly because I haven't decided on another good movie or book to review yet. I'd love your suggestions!
     Anyway the premise for this poem is a teenage girl, who I at first imagined as dead (it's morbid I know, but I was thinking about ghosts at the time), remembering the best parts of her life. But as I was writing this it became more of a celebration of what I love about Life. Some things in this poem haven't actually happened to me, but I can't help it if I'm a hopeless romantic :)

The Memory of Life
I remember Water.
Clear blue pools
Escaping underwater to my secret world of muffled turquoise and bubbles and ripples.
Rain
Dancing in it
Swimming in it
Being alive in it
Coolness and calmness blending into electricity in my veins.
Ocean
Crashing waves becoming gentle trickles at my feet.
Liquid glass washing away any imperfections in the grainy sand.
Salt air filling my lungs with pure, clean Life.
Smooth ripples gliding over me,
floating me away, letting me forget all else.
I remember Water.

I remember Color.
Rainbow Christmas lights hung in my room.
No other glow but what they gave.
Red, Blue Yellow, Purple, Orange,Green.
Their glows blending and mixing, reflecting off my aqua walls.
A world of glow in the dark, reflecting glass, and twinkling lights.
An escape from reality to dream, to think, to imagine.
Fractured shadows creating newer, vibrant shades
bathing the room in a cool calmness.
I remember Color.

I remember Friendship.
Laughing and arguing.
Connected, tethered to each other's souls.
Listening, crying, hugging.
Always there through crashing thunder and gentle sun.
Fighting, forgiving.
Parties, cookouts, movies.
There in a heartbeat, always true.
No explanations needed.
Inseparable.
Purest form of trust existing.
Strongest form of loyalty.
I remember Friendship.

I remember Love.
The want, the need, of a mother's hug.
Acceptance, caring, father's favor.
Loyal dog to the end.
Girl's best friend.
Slow to anger, quick to forgive.
Lifelong friendships
Unbreakable bond.
Boys with freckles and flashing, mischievous eyes.
Holding hands, slow dances.
Secret kisses, the stars and the sky the only witnesses.
Taking the bullet for another's life.
Giving up everything for another's need.
No excuses.
Mistakes, apologies, forgiveness.
Patient, caring, loyal, unshakable.
I remember Love.

I remember Water and Color and Friendship and Love.
I remember Life.

The Memory of Life all rights reserved. T. Cwanek 12/22/17 

     Obviously this doesn't cover everything but I think the four topics work well together as one poem. Hope you guys liked it!

                                                                                                               Torilinn