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
(title inspired by the Kate Bush song)
For the second time I asked
why the clouds were late
I grew rosemary on my
temples and collected
tines in the morning
wax of secrets and diaries of
the second time, a second time
the world was made with
paper and construction blue
I love it when
my stomach jokes
and when my elbow drove me to the lake
with a door, and I
remembered the last time my liver was
handed, crowned with
jewels and baskets of
oranges, the ones picked
last night rolled back twice
on some moss’s jealousy
I wonder why
Why the second time
the clouds didn’t call today
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
Continue reading “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.
Continue reading “IM FEELING READ BUT WEARING BLEW”
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.
Continue reading “If Thinking Could Be Blown Away”
Another double post! Enjoy!
“I am grateful for the study times with RJ”
Sometimes getting out of the house is just what I need. It’s even better to have RJ to keep me company. Staying stuck in the house really does take a toll. So go outside, get some fresh air.
” I am grateful for writing poetry”
I’m not the best poetry, but we all can’t be. I’m learning every day new ways to improve my writing. Sometimes I have really bad days or the first draft is terrible. Nothing is perfect the first time. Practice leads to improvement.
National Gratitude Month
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.”
Everyone thinks of love.
Everything seems to be about love.
I dream about kissing
the stars and the ground.
Where we cast our air and tread upon.
I’d like to think I write
something other than food
that becomes the nesting of safety.
A sad poem about conversations, just something I observed and a character formed.
Maybe if I’m still enough
I can float on conversations.
Maybe when there’s an opportunity
I won’t wait.
Maybe if I didn’t judge too hard
on myself, I’d talk in fragments.
Maybe if I start talking about what everyone likes
Maybe they’ll like me too?
Hello everyone, I made a short song from a poem I wrote. It’s just a demo of it so it’s not a finished product. I decided to play some chords and sing the poem as it came to me. It’s not the greatest but I like it and I hope to make it into a fuller song. Check it out on my SoundCloud Now!
– Men in Bikinis Women in Speedos –
Right words in the mouth
take the chance to make it out.
Making out to better times
brings the cool out of you.
What is right is right as gold,
who would like to try?
The sun is fun the moon brings tide,
to wash away, our guilt of the night.
Can I have some on the side
and give me some honey.
Mix it with the vinegar
and the mustard seed.
Paste on your skin and
beam in the sunlight
We pretend we are the sun
and color ourselves with rays of gold.
Let’s get old and brown.
ME, as a Writer, had no idea that it’s National Poetry Month…
Continue reading “National Poetry Month 4/6”
The sun rains
And grows the field of raisins.
The showers past
And pollen collects in hair.
Tans and flesh
meet their match.
As the spring
of the new morning
Stretches the new linen
A short post where I ramble about writing…
I have come to the realization that I like to write about food. A lot.
Through my poetry, I almost always have something to say that involves food. It happens through a metaphor or a imagery that I come up from the start or serves as the centerpiece of my poetry.
There is something about food that I love. Doesn’t food make people happy? It can be rewarding, it can be uniting, it can complete, it can serve. Food can do a lot of things in our life. I know for a fact that when I get out of a class or it’s the end of the day, I am so grateful to finally be able to eat. It can either be with a friend or by myself, food is something that refreshes and fulfills an empty stomach.
I usually write about fruit. It’s easier to create a metaphor for the type of fruit I’m using. Since high school, I’ve always had an obsession with fruit. I would eat apples, strawberries, and bananas almost every day to maintain my sweet tooth. My best friend even decided to call me Babyfruit because of how much I would eat them.
Now that I think about it-I don’t have a full explanation why I use fruit or food in my poetry. It is one of the few things that has attached to my writing. I don’t give myself much credit because there is so much to improve on my writing. Writing is a process and always needs revision. Revision is the hardest for me, besides starting a poem.
I’ve been trying to observe my writing patterns and my stress has been prohibiting my creativity and inspiration. I’m in a stump where I have no idea what to write about. I still have not written a short story!
But, writing takes time! I have much to learn.
I wrote a new poem based off of one of my favorite songs by The Velvet Underground, written by Lou Reed. The song also features in one of my favorites movies, The Royal Tenenbaums by Wes Anderson. I hope you like it and also listen to the song…
Continue reading “The People All Call Her Alaska”
Another one of my weird poems. I wrote this one without thinking about structure or anything. This morning I was going to get my fruit but found out that it all spoiled in a matter of a few day, mine was the only one that went bad, which was weird. So I made a story of a narrator based on that. I hope you enjoy it, I know its rusty! lol
Continue reading “Starving”
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.