Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Time

Posted: August 3, 2010 in Poetry

How doth my mind profoundly set,
to think of time as a gamblers debt.

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I Am Truly Sorry

Posted: August 3, 2010 in Poetry

As my lover and my friend you must
never lie. Trust; hope and faith
are like warmed snow and can easily
melt or die.
When you break my heart, you must
take responsibility, like glass
scattered across your floor, it can
cut, scratch or mar.
I wanted to cuddle to bond and hear
you say, “It will all be alright”,
but my reward for my love was just
another fight.
I tried to explain how small,
vulnerable and abandoned you made
me, but instead you were defensive
and demanded to be set free.
You hear my words, but you do not
listen and upon my face my tears
still glisten.
All this and more, for you I would
do. To ask anything less would never
ring as true. So here I am;
confused, lost and alone. Do I ask
too much? I am truly sorry.

Copyright ©2009 Emanuel Quinton

Who we are

Posted: July 27, 2010 in Poetry

by Emanuel Shajhef Quinton

Into the vast network of confrontations
beyond the shadow of doubt
Varying only through design of course
slowed by impracticality, awed by the
implications
So is the moment
passing like the night
honed by the circumference of time
Look into the pool
reflecting
refracting
scintillating
breaking and distorting to the point of irony
What then is self, but a countless segment of moments in time.
Remember, and be distorted.

Copyright © 2009

The Wonder of You

Posted: July 27, 2010 in Poetry

by Emanuel Shajhef Quinton

I sit here and I think of you. Sometimes
it makes me sad, sometimes it makes me mad,
but always I know I love you. Often I
think of little things, such as the moments
with the sun setting somewhere behind or
beside you as you drive; or as the wind
blows your hair as you walk,or even as you
sit upon the sink and gaze upon the mirror,
the wonder of you. Their are infinite
reasons and none why I really truly love
you. Each morning,every day and every night
I am filled with you; renewed, refreshed
for the first time. I know that the rain
will fall,the wind will blow, the snow will
come, as the seasons flow. Flowers will
bloom,autumn leaves will fall, summer will
arrive as it does every year, and without
fail… like the tides of eve, are the
emotions of my heart. Reverent,
persistent, changing…yet always the same.

Copyright © 2009

Odur, Lofsonjur Claire

Posted: July 27, 2010 in Poetry

by Emanuel Shajhef Quinton

Odin. He could not express what she meant to him, nor
the depths by which he would try. He only knew that
when she was not near, a part of him would die. He
watched her from a distance, as too near and she would
see. He helped when she did not know, for his
existence could not be. From birth it seemed they were
forever joined, a destiny intertwined by the hands of
fate. Through this bond gifts were gave, a shower from
Balder’s mate. Daughter to Fre’ja, Mid’gards kin,
Claire, sister to Brunhilde, yet none of this she knew.
Still, he watches. He always has and always will. For
Valhalla is where she belongs, wearing her hat of horns
and riding the back of dearest Joergna; her winged mare
There is not much else to quietly say, nor do. For
though these things are well and true, Claire knows not
what it is she is meant to do. Instead she sits, and
sometimes sleeps at a desk not far from a wall. Her
mind is set on many things, and often she ponders the
meanings of it all. But though she knows not, still it
is, and while it is, it shall ever be. Odur, Lofsongur
Claire, and as time winds down, so shall her frown and
the light in her eyes will pass, and she shall ride
once more with her sisters, through the wandering
fields of Valhalla’s forever green grass.

Copyright © 2009

Murky Deep

Posted: July 27, 2010 in Poetry

by Emanuel Shajhef Quinton

No matter what I say or do, nothing makes a
difference.
No caring, no sharing, no concern.
Give a little just to get a lot of pain is
often true; that phrase has double meaning
whenever I think of you.
No time of day, nor hour of night,
can suppress in me the pain I fight.
It doesn’t seem you truly mean the words you
say when you say what you say to me.
Have you ever really cared at all?
So why the lies and deceptions,
Just to get a little further in life?
Why the bountiful misconceptions?
It’s not all right with me, my ships been
sunk many times you see.
My life jacket is worn, my clothes are torn,
and I’ve never really learned to swim.
Just a few more times and I’ll surely drown,
down below the murky deep.

Copyright © 2009

Stain

Posted: July 27, 2010 in Poetry

by Emanuel Shajhef Quinton

You stain me with your judgments.
You hurt me without care.
You say its because of what I’ve done,
but you were never there.
You tell me I am evil, and I should never
catch a break, what kind of person says
such a thing, to wish another such a fate.
My tears still fall for one and all,
for each person who slaps me down.
I’m sorry that God did not make me
perfect, I have nothing to give but my
heart, and this forever painted frown.

Copyright © 2009