Oblivion

This is a poem I wrote, again, in my high school creative writing class. This one is more morbid than the last, but it is a truth we all come to realize at one point or another. I’m currently reading We All Looked Up by Tommy Wallach, a book in which the characters face what could potentially be their last two months of life. The book is told from several points of view. Some try to avoid thinking about the inevitable, while others embrace it and do things they never would have done before. Wallach’s novel has reminded me of this poem, and I thought I would share it with my blog. Think, enjoy, discover yourself! All my love, Corrine.

I like to believe I do not fear death,

As everyone else does I’m sure.

But a small piece in the back of my mind

Cringes at the sound of the word.

The truth of the matter is

Everyone, at some point, fears death.

Why is that?

Why is it that we fear life’s grand finale?

Perhaps it’s the unknown,

Or leaving loved ones behind,

Or oblivion.

Whatever the reason, one thing is certain:

Everyone, no matter how tough,

Or strong,

Or brave,

fears an inevitable death.

 

I Do

This is a poem I wrote back in high school for my creative writing class. I figured I could add some of my previous works in with my new material, and be able to mold and edit them in a more mature way. Without further ado, here is my quote poem, “I Do.”

We loved with a love that was more than love,”

So written by Edgar Allen Poe.

That love was indescribable and indestructible.

It was so much more than

A peck on the cheek.

It was sweet, passionate,

And intoxicating.

We were two bodies, but one soul.

We were each other’s missing piece.

Two halves to one whole.

Our bodies and minds fused together,

By something with a power

Stronger than anything on earth.

And so we held on to that love.

Until death did we part.