Finch

Hi, my name is Finch Bilodeau.

I've always been fascinated with the more creative aspects of writing, and I mainly make poetry and short stories.

The Withering Rose

Life's like a rose, so pretty and grand

Yet all lose their petals and soon become bland

The rose's last bloom left none too amused

As the rose's red withers, it no longer stands

It's no longer sought for, its beauty is gone

It no longer sobs as its soul passes on

Now dead in the park, it sits with the bark

The petals fall off, and it loses its spark

Without much of a hark,

It no longer embarks

On the journey we all know as life

I often find myself writing about nature's beauty, and some sort of flower, often a rose, is typically the main subject of such works. Besides, all roses have their thorns. A delicate beauty matched with a sharp discomfort can represent many things, like how life has both positive and negative aspects. Many years ago, I wrote one of my first poems, The Withering Rose. It shows how a grand life will fade and come to an end eventually. This is true for all things, as all is temporary. The darkness of night may eventually become shining light again, but that bright sun may set later on. It is important to remember that whatever happens is just another opportunity in life. The rose is a simple yet complex treasure with limitless interpretations and portrayals. I think nature is often underappreciated in today's world, and I believe it can symbolize many different ideas and concepts.

Garden Sonnet

Growing in the garden are grand roses

Each petal that falls is no longer bloomed

The slowly growing tree's leaf composes

The withering caused them to be doomed

The flowers so bright are pretty and grand

They reside in bushes of simple green

Once starting to falter, they do not stand

Lilacs and daisies now help set the scene

Squirrels sitting down on the oak wooden bench

Flying peacefully are birds in the sky

Moss starts to grow on the thorn-covered fence

Within the deep sky are mountains up high

Inside this world, the garden is so grand

It's calm and peaceful, and so here I stand

For English class my freshman year, we were tasked with writing a sonnet. This is what I came up with. It's a description of a beautiful garden with a subtle reflection on how it one day will wither away, as all good things will. However, it's important to appreciate beauty in the moment. Everything is temporary, so make it last.

Burnout

Cold.

It falls, lifeless.

Its form, flattened

Into an unidentifiable mush

The hopes,

The dreams,

Shattered like glass

Sharp to the touch

Ambitions faltering

As the days go on

The work,

The time,

The stress,

It doesn't end

I feel the wind

Blowing cold air onto my face

Flowing through the night

Walking down the cracked concrete

Split in half

Just like the aspirations

That I once had

My life,

Sucked away

Blurred lines between what I am and not

Every day is tiring

I long for a day of rest

But a single break is short

And sets me behind

What am I to do

When for the majority of my day

All I do is work

And do as I am told

Light and dark pass

But as the night falls,

Once more

Surrounding me with darkness

And loneliness,

The moon stares down from above,

Mocking me

And my pitiful way of life

I wish I could fly that high,

But the higher you fly,

The further you fall

Just as I have,

As I am a flightless bird

Whose wings have been burned by the sun

And have withered away

Into dust

Where I will soon fall

And settle

With the ashes of my hopes and dreams

This is a poem I wrote during a difficult time. I was extremely burnt out and stressed, and I needed a way to express that and let the emotions out. This represents the inner turmoil I faced and had to work past.

The Shattered Clock

Tick-tock tick-tock

The clock

It mocks me

For I am unable

To keep up with its pace

Tick-tock tick-tock

How cruel

What punishment is this

To feel everything move around me

At a speed I simply cannot match

Tick-tock tick-tock

As time flies at lightning speed

And days slip by me

I realize

It's

Just

Too quick

Too much.

Tick-tock tick-tock

Time is a relentless, flowing river

Continuing to move as the world around it changes

Though we may try to swim through it

The current is too strong

It pushes us along

Tick-tock tick-tock

Time is a silent, sly thief

Taking what it wants from our lives

Our youth

Our friends and families

Our opportunities

Tick-tock tick-tock

Time is a labyrinth

Lost in its curse

Of never ending struggles

Never knowing which way to go next

With twists and turns snaking in every direction

Making you choose a new path each and every moment

Tick-tock tick-tock

But time is special

Time is not always the enemy

Even when the seconds run out

When the deadlines hit

When the chances pass too quick

Tick-tock tick-tock

Good things come out of the bad

The storm clouds part to form a rainbow

New people, things, and experiences

Are everywhere, free to be discovered

Tick-tock tick-tock

So now as the clock is ticking down

I look back

At the joy

The despair

The failed romances

And the times that I barely made it through

Tick-tock Tick-tock Tick-tock Tick-tock

It's speeding up

What happened to all the time?

What happened to me?

Tick

I'm falling

Tock

Through the cracks

Tick

Is it finally my time?

Tock

Tick.

This is another poem about stress, anxiety, and struggling to keep up with everyone else. I was in a similar position to the previous poem at this time and wanted to figure out what exactly I was feeling.

Distant Sun

I see the stars

I see them sitting peacefully

In their home in the sky

And I wish that I could fly up to join them

So that I could find another universe

Where my dreams might would come true

If I could simply spread my wings

If I could glide higher than the clouds

If I could soar above trees, mountains, and rivers

Above the whole world

And into a new one

Maybe then I'd finally be at peace

Named after the song of the same title by Crowded House, this short poem explores the ideas of escapism and optimism.

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