I haven't been able to post much lately and I'm in desperate need of inspiration. So while I'm trying to sort my thoughts, I'll just leave you with a wish for a very merry Christmas and a happy new year. =)
My foot is better, thanks for asking, and I can actually walk on it (with pain, I might add). It's sort of a white Christmas over here, mostly ice, slush, and lots of rain. My dad's family should be coming over soon... I don't know why I said that, but oh well, just so you know. And my mom just broke a bottle of wine, so I should go help her with that.
Well, okay... um... stay warm and safe, enjoy the holidays, and I shall be back soon with more wonderful nonsense to rant - I mean write - about. And by soon, I mean it might take a while. Just give me a few days.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The current goings-on...
Hey all!
It is 11:20 am and I'm at home, sitting on the couch, watching Anna Karenina. Why, do you ask? I just got home from the emergency room -- with a pair of crutches. Long story short, I sprained my ankle. It happened yesterday when I was at the park during gym. I was on the swings and my foot hit the ground and bent backwards. My best friends actually carried me to a bench, and then to my grandpa's car (they are so good to me!). I couldn't walk all day yesterday and wound up hobbling and hopping and crawling everywhere, and I couldn't walk when I got up this morning. And here I sit with a sprained ankle. Just my luck. Come to think of it, I'm sort of like Bella: a disaster magnet.
In other news, I did really well in school for my first semester. Okay, I did really well. I got a 4.0 GPA -- straight A's! I'm very happy, and I can't wait for AP Literature class to commence in January!
Guess what... it's almost Christmas *yay*! I love this time of year. Just the whole Christmas spirit: the decorated trees, the lights, the snow, the cheery atmosphere... it's my favorite time of year. It's the time of year I never want to end. It's the only season where caroling is publicly accepted (that never stopped me, hehe), and it's the only genuinely happy time of the year. Well, it's happy for most people, at least those who aren't scrooges and grinches on a daily basis. As for me, I can't stop singing Christmas songs! However, with a little more than a week to go, it just doesn't seem to be Christmas very much. The holidays seem rushed this year. Or maybe it's just me...
It started snowing a little while ago. And not just a dusting. Nope, I'm talking huge snowflakes. It was amazing. If it wasn't for snow and Christmas, I wouldn't like winter at all.
Just wanted to inform you of what's going on in my life. Look forward to more rants and poems and such.
It is 11:20 am and I'm at home, sitting on the couch, watching Anna Karenina. Why, do you ask? I just got home from the emergency room -- with a pair of crutches. Long story short, I sprained my ankle. It happened yesterday when I was at the park during gym. I was on the swings and my foot hit the ground and bent backwards. My best friends actually carried me to a bench, and then to my grandpa's car (they are so good to me!). I couldn't walk all day yesterday and wound up hobbling and hopping and crawling everywhere, and I couldn't walk when I got up this morning. And here I sit with a sprained ankle. Just my luck. Come to think of it, I'm sort of like Bella: a disaster magnet.
In other news, I did really well in school for my first semester. Okay, I did really well. I got a 4.0 GPA -- straight A's! I'm very happy, and I can't wait for AP Literature class to commence in January!
Guess what... it's almost Christmas *yay*! I love this time of year. Just the whole Christmas spirit: the decorated trees, the lights, the snow, the cheery atmosphere... it's my favorite time of year. It's the time of year I never want to end. It's the only season where caroling is publicly accepted (that never stopped me, hehe), and it's the only genuinely happy time of the year. Well, it's happy for most people, at least those who aren't scrooges and grinches on a daily basis. As for me, I can't stop singing Christmas songs! However, with a little more than a week to go, it just doesn't seem to be Christmas very much. The holidays seem rushed this year. Or maybe it's just me...
It started snowing a little while ago. And not just a dusting. Nope, I'm talking huge snowflakes. It was amazing. If it wasn't for snow and Christmas, I wouldn't like winter at all.
Just wanted to inform you of what's going on in my life. Look forward to more rants and poems and such.
Monday, December 8, 2008
The Power of Music
I had an idea in my head for a while about music and its impact on people, on emotions, on love. So, naturally, I put it to a poem. It uses a sort of unconventional rhyme scheme - well, at least poetry is something you can always experiment with. So here it is:
If music had the power to heal,
I'd play you a pretty tune
To relieve the pain, the wounds seal,
To release these pining emotions you feel.
I'd bleed the sorrow from you,
And throw your tears to the wind;
And all the sadness you once knew
Will fade away like morning dew.
If music had the power to see,
I'd play you a pretty tune.
I could see you lying there, lonely,
Thinking of life, of love, of me.
And through that melodious mirror,
We would look into each other's eyes;
With them we'd trace every contour, every feature,
Savoring the harmonious wonder.
If music had the power to change,
I'd play you a pretty tune.
I'd change your mind, your heart. Strange
How we live, so apart, yet unwilling to estrange
Ourselves from each other. So I would play
And hope that you wouldn't leave.
I'd try to make sure you don't drift away,
Leaving me to journey alone this way.
If music had the power to try,
I'd play you a pretty tune,
And I'd take you away -- come on, let's fly!
Together we'd laugh, we'd sing, we'd cry.
So I'd try to regain the love that we shared;
I'd try again, for you, for us.
Don't turn your back -- I know you cared --
So try for me, and let our love be spared.
But music does have the power to touch,
So I play you this beautiful tune.
I'll touch your heart, your soul. I ask this much:
That you will come back to me, with your love's clutch.
It's you alone I need, and it's you alone I love,
It's your song I play; I wrote it for you.
Come back, come back, my precious dove,
For my love ever increases as I raise the octave.
If music had the power to heal,
I'd play you a pretty tune
To relieve the pain, the wounds seal,
To release these pining emotions you feel.
I'd bleed the sorrow from you,
And throw your tears to the wind;
And all the sadness you once knew
Will fade away like morning dew.
If music had the power to see,
I'd play you a pretty tune.
I could see you lying there, lonely,
Thinking of life, of love, of me.
And through that melodious mirror,
We would look into each other's eyes;
With them we'd trace every contour, every feature,
Savoring the harmonious wonder.
If music had the power to change,
I'd play you a pretty tune.
I'd change your mind, your heart. Strange
How we live, so apart, yet unwilling to estrange
Ourselves from each other. So I would play
And hope that you wouldn't leave.
I'd try to make sure you don't drift away,
Leaving me to journey alone this way.
If music had the power to try,
I'd play you a pretty tune,
And I'd take you away -- come on, let's fly!
Together we'd laugh, we'd sing, we'd cry.
So I'd try to regain the love that we shared;
I'd try again, for you, for us.
Don't turn your back -- I know you cared --
So try for me, and let our love be spared.
But music does have the power to touch,
So I play you this beautiful tune.
I'll touch your heart, your soul. I ask this much:
That you will come back to me, with your love's clutch.
It's you alone I need, and it's you alone I love,
It's your song I play; I wrote it for you.
Come back, come back, my precious dove,
For my love ever increases as I raise the octave.
~:~
© 2008 by Amanda SavinoSunday, December 7, 2008
Never Let Go
Here is a spur-of-the-moment romantic poem. The last line in each stanza is taken from and inspired by the song "Never Let Go" by Josh Groban.
Your voice falls like flowering psalms;
Just serenade me.
Hold me in the lock of your arms;
Throw away the key
And tell me that you love me.
Never let go.
Your eyes shine like the burning sun;
They fill me with peace,
With life, and I know you're the one.
Let not your strength cease,
For I need you to hold me:
Never let go.
You are so strong, so beautiful,
So loving, so dear --
You make my life so wonderful
Just by being here.
Promise you'll always love me;
Never let go.
To me you are truly special,
A gift from above.
God blessed me with an angel.
I'll be alright, love,
Just as long as you love me.
Never let go.
Your voice falls like flowering psalms;
Just serenade me.
Hold me in the lock of your arms;
Throw away the key
And tell me that you love me.
Never let go.
Your eyes shine like the burning sun;
They fill me with peace,
With life, and I know you're the one.
Let not your strength cease,
For I need you to hold me:
Never let go.
You are so strong, so beautiful,
So loving, so dear --
You make my life so wonderful
Just by being here.
Promise you'll always love me;
Never let go.
To me you are truly special,
A gift from above.
God blessed me with an angel.
I'll be alright, love,
Just as long as you love me.
Never let go.
~:~
Monday, November 3, 2008
Luna
I
You see her moonlit eyes
And nothing else.
She has eyes kissed by the Moon,
And her hair glistens with the Rain.
Her skin was formed by the Clouds
And on her lips is the dust of the Stars.
You see her moonlit eyes,
And all becomes a dream.
Her kingdom is the Night,
For she cannot walk by Day.
She is an enemy of the Sun,
For in her eyes is the Moon.
You see her moonlit eyes,
And you are hers.
She rides upon the Clouds;
She dances on the Dreams
That are given to the Night,
From those who wish upon the Stars.
You see her moonlit eyes,
And you forget.
She is unknown by creatures of the Light,
Forgotten by the shadows of the Morning.
Yet she is loved, this Daughter of the Night,
For she has eyes blessed by the Moon.
You see her moonlit eyes,
And she is gone.
II
She has eyes kissed by the Moon,
And Her hair glistens with the Rain.
Her skin was formed by the Clouds,
And on Her lips is the dust of the Stars.
She is the Lady of the Night:
The Lady of the Dreams.
Her life force is from the Dreams
Of the children of the Moon,
Of those given to the Night.
She cries silver tears like the Rain;
The drops sparkle like the Stars
And fall soft upon the Clouds.
She cries from Her bed in the Clouds
Because She is touched by the Dreams
Of those who wish upon the Stars.
Her bright eyes look to the Moon;
She shakes Her head, and the Rain
Falls into the Night.
Still She roams the Night
And rides upon the Clouds,
Forever like the Rain.
She dances on the Dreams,
And in Her eyes shines the Moon
As Her lips kiss the Stars.
She blows kisses from the Stars;
She sends them through the Night
To bless the children of the Moon
Who sleep beneath the Clouds.
It is they - the dreamers of the Dreams -
Who inspire Her tears of the Rain.
She brushes Her silver hair, touched by the Rain,
And the raindrops meld with the Stars.
In turn the stardust falls upon the Dreams,
And each dream is made a new star in the Night.
When She wakes from Her bed in the Clouds,
She gathers the new stars and gives thanks to the Moon.
Her silver hair of the Rain, Her dominion of the Night,
Her lips of the dust of the Stars, Her hands of the wisps of the Clouds -
This is the Lady of the Dreams, and in Her eyes forever is the Moon.
You see her moonlit eyes
And nothing else.
She has eyes kissed by the Moon,
And her hair glistens with the Rain.
Her skin was formed by the Clouds
And on her lips is the dust of the Stars.
You see her moonlit eyes,
And all becomes a dream.
Her kingdom is the Night,
For she cannot walk by Day.
She is an enemy of the Sun,
For in her eyes is the Moon.
You see her moonlit eyes,
And you are hers.
She rides upon the Clouds;
She dances on the Dreams
That are given to the Night,
From those who wish upon the Stars.
You see her moonlit eyes,
And you forget.
She is unknown by creatures of the Light,
Forgotten by the shadows of the Morning.
Yet she is loved, this Daughter of the Night,
For she has eyes blessed by the Moon.
You see her moonlit eyes,
And she is gone.
II
She has eyes kissed by the Moon,
And Her hair glistens with the Rain.
Her skin was formed by the Clouds,
And on Her lips is the dust of the Stars.
She is the Lady of the Night:
The Lady of the Dreams.
Her life force is from the Dreams
Of the children of the Moon,
Of those given to the Night.
She cries silver tears like the Rain;
The drops sparkle like the Stars
And fall soft upon the Clouds.
She cries from Her bed in the Clouds
Because She is touched by the Dreams
Of those who wish upon the Stars.
Her bright eyes look to the Moon;
She shakes Her head, and the Rain
Falls into the Night.
Still She roams the Night
And rides upon the Clouds,
Forever like the Rain.
She dances on the Dreams,
And in Her eyes shines the Moon
As Her lips kiss the Stars.
She blows kisses from the Stars;
She sends them through the Night
To bless the children of the Moon
Who sleep beneath the Clouds.
It is they - the dreamers of the Dreams -
Who inspire Her tears of the Rain.
She brushes Her silver hair, touched by the Rain,
And the raindrops meld with the Stars.
In turn the stardust falls upon the Dreams,
And each dream is made a new star in the Night.
When She wakes from Her bed in the Clouds,
She gathers the new stars and gives thanks to the Moon.
Her silver hair of the Rain, Her dominion of the Night,
Her lips of the dust of the Stars, Her hands of the wisps of the Clouds -
This is the Lady of the Dreams, and in Her eyes forever is the Moon.
~:~
© 2008 by Amanda SavinoSaturday, October 25, 2008
Grace
There are some things only God can do to one's mind and heart.
I am sitting on my couch right now with a heating pad on my back. I'm sore, achy, and my chest is tight, though my heart decided to slow down a while ago. I'm still in shock, and if not in body, definitely in mind.
Two hours ago, I was in a car accident. Thank God it wasn't serious. But it was the first car accident I've ever been in, and minor back pains didn't make it any less scary.
It happened in a split second - I don't recall anything but the impact. From the damage, it was clear that my dad had caused it. I think he braked too late and the car slid (it was raining), and we were hit towards the side of the bumper, I guess where the headlight is, I'm not sure. I only remember being slammed against the seatbelt, which locked so I was thrown back against the seat. My side started to ache, and I started sobbing, mostly because of the shock. I just sat there and stared out the window; my dad was... I don't even know. He got out of the car, called my mom and then the police, and opened my door at least five times to ask if I was okay. He kept telling me he was going to call an ambulance, but I protested because I knew I was shocked moreso than hurt. I heard him mumble something like "Lord, God," and I started thinking. It could have been so much worse. It could have been one of those times I decided not to put my seatbelt on since we were going a few short blocks to the house. It could have been that we were hit with a lot more force, and one of us was hurt badly and ended up in the emergency room. What if one of my siblings had been in the passenger seat instead of me? I couldn't even think of that. My two younger sisters were in the back, a little shacken but fine otherwise, and my brothers were at a friend's house. Anything could have happened. But it didn't. God's grace protected us. I breathed a prayer while I sat there, thanking God for His protection and providence.
A few of the Psalms come to mind. "I lift my eyes unto the hills - where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth." Through the car window I saw buildings, streets lights, and other cars whose drivers had their own problems. I wish I could have seen hills. I don't know why. I would have welcomed them over a bustling city without warmth or comfort. "What is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?" Why was I sitting there, with nothing but a sore back, when it could have ended so much worse? "The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer..." He most certainly is. He delivered me from a much worse fate. He kept all of us from harm. "As for man his days are like grass; he withers like a flower in the field..." So true. We could be gone in a fleeting moment. God alone gives us life and takes it away when He wills it. It wasn't my time just yet. "For you, O Lord, have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before the Lord in the land of the living." He didn't save me from tears, but I'm not dead. He alone saved my life, and I shall never let anyone tell me that I was lucky. It was all in God's hands. "If the Lord had not been on our side..." Well, if that was the case, I wouldn't be writing this right now. Let's just leave it at that. "Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you." Amen. He is undoubtedly good to me. And not just for saving my life tonight. For every single day, every moment, every breath I take.
Goodness, car accidents can really put things into perspective. I can't believe my first post informs everyone that I was in a car accident. I mean, I would rather have posted a nice poem or something. But at least I can post about God's eternal grace. And that's the very least I can do.
I am sitting on my couch right now with a heating pad on my back. I'm sore, achy, and my chest is tight, though my heart decided to slow down a while ago. I'm still in shock, and if not in body, definitely in mind.
Two hours ago, I was in a car accident. Thank God it wasn't serious. But it was the first car accident I've ever been in, and minor back pains didn't make it any less scary.
It happened in a split second - I don't recall anything but the impact. From the damage, it was clear that my dad had caused it. I think he braked too late and the car slid (it was raining), and we were hit towards the side of the bumper, I guess where the headlight is, I'm not sure. I only remember being slammed against the seatbelt, which locked so I was thrown back against the seat. My side started to ache, and I started sobbing, mostly because of the shock. I just sat there and stared out the window; my dad was... I don't even know. He got out of the car, called my mom and then the police, and opened my door at least five times to ask if I was okay. He kept telling me he was going to call an ambulance, but I protested because I knew I was shocked moreso than hurt. I heard him mumble something like "Lord, God," and I started thinking. It could have been so much worse. It could have been one of those times I decided not to put my seatbelt on since we were going a few short blocks to the house. It could have been that we were hit with a lot more force, and one of us was hurt badly and ended up in the emergency room. What if one of my siblings had been in the passenger seat instead of me? I couldn't even think of that. My two younger sisters were in the back, a little shacken but fine otherwise, and my brothers were at a friend's house. Anything could have happened. But it didn't. God's grace protected us. I breathed a prayer while I sat there, thanking God for His protection and providence.
A few of the Psalms come to mind. "I lift my eyes unto the hills - where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth." Through the car window I saw buildings, streets lights, and other cars whose drivers had their own problems. I wish I could have seen hills. I don't know why. I would have welcomed them over a bustling city without warmth or comfort. "What is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?" Why was I sitting there, with nothing but a sore back, when it could have ended so much worse? "The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer..." He most certainly is. He delivered me from a much worse fate. He kept all of us from harm. "As for man his days are like grass; he withers like a flower in the field..." So true. We could be gone in a fleeting moment. God alone gives us life and takes it away when He wills it. It wasn't my time just yet. "For you, O Lord, have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before the Lord in the land of the living." He didn't save me from tears, but I'm not dead. He alone saved my life, and I shall never let anyone tell me that I was lucky. It was all in God's hands. "If the Lord had not been on our side..." Well, if that was the case, I wouldn't be writing this right now. Let's just leave it at that. "Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you." Amen. He is undoubtedly good to me. And not just for saving my life tonight. For every single day, every moment, every breath I take.
Goodness, car accidents can really put things into perspective. I can't believe my first post informs everyone that I was in a car accident. I mean, I would rather have posted a nice poem or something. But at least I can post about God's eternal grace. And that's the very least I can do.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Welcome!
Hello you!
You have stumbled upon my second attempt at blogging: Polyhymnia 2.0. I had some problems with my other blog, so I moved here *yay*. Sooo, you're probably wondering who I am and why I blog - unless of course you already know me.
Well, in case you don't know me, let me just give you the spiel: I write and rant. A lot. I write poetry and pointless rambles and short stories -- and I'm in the early stages of writing a fantasy novel. So, to foster my creative being, I started blogging my thoughts, poems, and the like. Sounds good, eh?
Oh, another thing I must warn you about: I am romantic. Very romantic. Actually, that's sort of an understatement. So if you would rather spare yourselves of insanely mushy and sappy rambles and such, this is not the place for you. I do not, however, limit myself to writing about love and romance. My thoughts are usually very diverse.
Well, I shall let you discover the rest of my interests for yourself, based on what I write. I just thought I'd caution you about the sappy-ness, because I know some people who don't appreciate that aspect of me (and just so you know, I am not on very good terms with some of them. ;)
You are also probably wondering about the name of my soon-to-be-wonderful blog. And even if you are not, I am going to tell you anyway. Polyhymnia was the Greek Muse of sacred hymn, poetry, and eloquence. She's probably not the perfect mythological figure to represent my own personality, but she comes pretty close. And I just can't let go of the name for some reason. It's pretty attractive for a blog.
Okay, I think I've ranted enough. And I haven't even gotten started yet! Pretty cool, huh? Well I think so.
Anyways, to view my previous blog, follow this link: http://polyhymnia.blogdrive.com/ - just so you can get the general idea.
Enjoy!
You have stumbled upon my second attempt at blogging: Polyhymnia 2.0. I had some problems with my other blog, so I moved here *yay*. Sooo, you're probably wondering who I am and why I blog - unless of course you already know me.
Well, in case you don't know me, let me just give you the spiel: I write and rant. A lot. I write poetry and pointless rambles and short stories -- and I'm in the early stages of writing a fantasy novel. So, to foster my creative being, I started blogging my thoughts, poems, and the like. Sounds good, eh?
Oh, another thing I must warn you about: I am romantic. Very romantic. Actually, that's sort of an understatement. So if you would rather spare yourselves of insanely mushy and sappy rambles and such, this is not the place for you. I do not, however, limit myself to writing about love and romance. My thoughts are usually very diverse.
Well, I shall let you discover the rest of my interests for yourself, based on what I write. I just thought I'd caution you about the sappy-ness, because I know some people who don't appreciate that aspect of me (and just so you know, I am not on very good terms with some of them. ;)
You are also probably wondering about the name of my soon-to-be-wonderful blog. And even if you are not, I am going to tell you anyway. Polyhymnia was the Greek Muse of sacred hymn, poetry, and eloquence. She's probably not the perfect mythological figure to represent my own personality, but she comes pretty close. And I just can't let go of the name for some reason. It's pretty attractive for a blog.
Okay, I think I've ranted enough. And I haven't even gotten started yet! Pretty cool, huh? Well I think so.
Anyways, to view my previous blog, follow this link: http://polyhymnia.blogdrive.com/ - just so you can get the general idea.
Enjoy!
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