Hey guys! Time to make a post!
Here is a poem I wrote about a week ago. It was a collection of phrases that I’ve written in the past month. It might not make sense, hence the title 🙂
Another assignment for the books…
THEY TELL ME NICE THINGS
There’s a club if you’d like
To jump off
I throw my head off
And I think
they like me
Inside there was the
Smile of tobacco
And a boy
But really, he’s just a boy with fingers
And a girl
Crying in my glass
Still tastes pretty
I pulled off my lips
And I found myself attractive
And the tobacco was still
Smiling in the corner
And I danced around jokes
My friends walked through
Puddles of fire
While I dig up some lode
Resigning my eardrums for the night
And we breezed
And told me nice things
Hi, here is one of many new poems that I’ve written. Writing poetry has been very helpful lately. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have this outlet to write.
Well I hope you enjoy it, don’t worry, you don’t have to understand it. Just enjoy 🙂
LEFTOVERS FOR ORANGE
Hi everyone, I’ve collected some poems but I strayed away from posting them. The class I’m taking has forced me ( in a good way) to write poems/lines/phrases again. I’m happy that I’m writing again, and I’ve noticed that my word choices and the poems themselves have changed. I’ll try to post the ones I do for class, but here is one that I wrote outside of it. I might use this is workshop, but I don’t know. I try not to devalue my poetry and I treat it as separate from myself. I hope you enjoy this short one.
Hello my readers, here is a poem I wrote for one of my poetry classes. It was recently workshopped but I thought I should share it in it’s original form, once edited and played around with I might post a new version. This is welcome to multiple interpretations which is something I discovered during the workshop. The title of the poem is inspired by MBV’s song “Blown a Wish”.
This poem is dedicated to many, to all, and to one.
This poem is in a working progress. I wrote it for my Creative Writing Poetry class I’m taking this semester. Its’ been a while since Continue reading “The Banana Tree on Austin Blvd.”
You can see
That I love you
We’re one and two
Just me and you.
You’re really all I need
Like puzzles and paints
We’re not the same
Now new not plain
But who can blame
You’re really all I need
We see each other
Just one another
Telling us the time
We’re stuck in sublime
You’re really all I need
If I stare long enough you look fleshy.
Like a glistening wound, sliced into a smile.
And yes, our smiles meet,
and it’s like natures sweetened water.
It’s complicated, sometimes…
You see, the freckles like to get stuck in my teeth.
But I think better of it, for I learn more about you.
Since your water is sweet,
I sometimes I have tackiness on my fingers,
But I lick them and leave the stains.
I’d bee with you any season and any day
You never lose your smile, even if you feel bruised
If you are taken apart or left out in rims
I’d nap next to you and curve to your body.
What is left is just enough,
We only have so much time.
To make my colors change
You have to see to gradient
the fine lines of my pores
and the rouge to my pupils.
You make my colors change
what was once purple is now blue
what was once red is now green
and black to white.
Making my colors change-
I am a different person
I think I gave some of myself
to become something new
My colors changed from
newspaper to a carnival
the popcorn butter and the cotton candy twists
that satisfy the never-ending taste buds.
With the stars serving the neon lights
that change the mood over time.
Sometimes I stare at old pictures
not because of the memories but because
my mind likes to think and wonder
wonder where they are
did they mean to…
no, I never know
what to think in a situation of contact
So I resort to my photographs
My nice photographs
aligned by the edge
collaged in time.
But look at my photographs
Is there an admire, a thought that goes through your mind?
Do you ever wonder what happened after the pictures
and the last one there.
I see her staring at me.
She looks like she ought to be a person that always stares, I know how she feels.
I’m staring back.
I’ll go back to my ways. But, I wonder. What are the chances of seeing that person again?
I wonder how many people looked at me and thought the same thing. I doubt it.
But it’s a thought.
What are the odds that I will see that woman again, the staring woman?
I won’t give it another thought, let me go on my day.
But, did she think the same thing too-
there she goes walking away.
Hm, will she see me again?
I am overcome by the process of living
With what they throw back and what I can catch
And I try to pull the buckets of tears over my sail
To take me out to the vastness.
And I see your arms and a stretch it made
From your skin brought a wave
Of a happy disaster, what a surprise.
And as the wave cast, Your sweat pushed me through,
To the undiscovered temples.
And your words salted my tongue and eyes
As bubbles orbed around me
And we floated past the waving grass.
“My life in an upturned boat, marooned on a cliff
You brought me a great big flood
And you gave me a lift
To care, what a gift
You tell me with your tongue
And your breath was in my lungs
And you float over the rift”
“Simple Song” by The Shins
I relapse in my thoughts
And its a drug I can’t stop welcoming.
Don’t worry it’s not tangible, I can’t taste it, I can’t consume it.
Everyone has it. So I think it’s okay to feel this way.
I overthink and take too much time
To make a choice or to decide.
I tend to get mad, and days like this I stop everything.
People don’t know me to be crippled in cold,
but that means you don’t know me
I always get tired. I get tired of trying to be something.
I don’t care for crowds and loud people talking at the same time.
I prefer to be alone, or with one great person.
I feel that I can show you myself more
Otherwise, I won’t say much.
I force words out of my mouth and It feels like I’m throwing up acid
Becuase nothing sticks, it just burns a hole through an ear.
I can’t speak loud anyway and when I do
It’s always something wrong.
Then I stare at people
And I wish I could be you, him, her.
I wish I could feel pretty all the time and not let my jealous rage
make me angry for no reason.
I start to think I hate people.
I don’t realize this about me
I think I’ve earned to feel emotion and sadness from time to time
But all the time- that’s the issue.
It’s not good to drown others with me while I’m at it.
This isn’t an intervention, and I’m not trying to feel sorry for myself.
I don’t hate myself and I do find my company great.
I have grown to love my self, and I am learning to just
let it go.
I find myself cute and pretty. I find myself sexy.
I believe to be different.
I like the things I like, and I like how I give my heart and love and patience to many
I worry that I’ll get hurt. But I’ve been hurt many times before, not by a love
but from all.
But I always seem to still be here.
I’m here and so is everyone else.
I’m still working on myself and I haven’t figured out what is wrong sometimes.
I just know that there are so much more beautiful things to cry about.
Bubbly and Soapy and you see me at the corners of your eyes, but I am not at a primary state
Roses like to hold my name, but I am nothing like that puncture from that thorn.
I’m in your lips, in parts of your tongue. Sometimes on your nails and between your teeth.
I taste like cotton candy and smell like grapefruits. I erase the mistakes we’ve made and I help with yours.
I can dance on my toes for you, and I stereotype of the feminine, although I like men too.
You can hear the ocean in me if you hold me close, while I stick to you like watermelon juice.
I open like a lotus when you touch me. I bloom rarely like the sweetness of cherry blossoms
But I give myself, bathe in my lake and waterfalls of the blue moon