Biography
My writing has found home across the web, shedding light over my life and vision, and it has gained recognition through various writing contests.
Samples
Remains of dreams
cling to me
as my body begs to sleep more,
but my thoughts are entangled,
a spider-web across my eyes.
Weaving slowly in
the rhthym of my beating heart,
my thoughts etch across the void,
where the gentle touch of sleep once waited,
and a distant urge to close my eyes
is answered by staring into nothing.
No sleep tonight.
Flickers of faint glimpses of dreams
pierce the black
as my thoughts continue to walk
the worn path in my mind,
thinking as always
of how to release my dreams inside.
Barefoot
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
If all I kept inside
were to pour out,
then the storm raging outside
would be the reflection
of what I keep,
and my tears would never stop.
The streets would flood.
The skies would be forever gray.
The sun would be nothing but a memory.
What I keep inside
are painted pictures
of a life lived along the broken road,
but these days,
I find that road unbroken.
So, why open my heart
and spill my tears out
when the sun might finally
shine down on me?
Under Sun
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Last blog entry
Posted on Sunday 18th July 2010 8:10 pm
“Hey!
Can’t you see me!
I’m over here.
Turn around!
I’m standing right here.
Why are you talking about me
as if I wasn’t here?
I’m not invisible.
What the hell is going on?
Officer, officer!
Can’t nobody see me?
Where are you taking my car!
I need that to get home!
Those beers…
Well, I did not drink all of them.
My car is totaled.
But I’m okay!
Do you hear me?
I’m okay!
Aren’t I?
My friend…
He was following behind me
and called the police?
But there was no accident!
Wait a minute!
Who is on that stretcher?
Why is there a sheet over that body?
Who is on that stretcher?
Let me see.
Let me see!
Oh my God.
I’m the one who is…
Dead.
I should never have driven.
Why did I not listen?
Where’s that light from?
Where am I going?”
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Fassbinder
Tue 1st Dec 2009 23:19
Good evening Melissa
I just read your poem 'Under Sun'. I thought it very clever how you were able to reveal the enormity of what you felt inside by explaining the meteorological conditions outside. V.clever!
I found the ending surprised me too.
Look forward to seeing more of your stuff.
Joseph