#31

This is really...horrendous. Seriously. I wasn't feeling it. It was like...blehh. Freestyle, 2:36 minutes, in the topic "what comes to mind when you picture the grim reaper dancing the waltz?"

"Waltz" On May 14, 12:34 AM

A black veil
sweeping over wooden laminate,
and his partner, an angel
in shimmering costume of
bright light and warm snow.

Black and purple fires, lick at the couple's feet,
as they twist and turn
and glide
in each other's arms.

Love and hate can't exist
without each other
and we, the audience
perceive that this dance is beautiful
as the two forces in our mind
control each other
balancing each other
as they sway to the rhythm of the waltz
they dance to

#29

Enough with the Emo-sounding poems! This one's cheery, I think. Oh, and written in Freestyle, 3:56 minutes, in the topic, "Life according to me"

"life" on May 12, 9:51PM

I think there's a purpose,

but you may say that there's darkness,

which, yes, there may be

but there's always that one skylight

cutting a rectangle through this

blackness that lets heavenly sunlight

fall and shine.

it exposes the dirt, and exposes the grime

life is a circle, not a triangle

nor a square

if you don't believe so, you'd be squared

because life is made of cycles

and as its light goes into your eye

in conic images received by none

other than an orb of

green, blue, red, purple, or brown

and the in betweens of

emerald, hazel, pink, and caramel

each dotted with a black spot that receives this light.

life is a folder, crammed with photos

memos, tests, and memories

it is a scrapbook of pasted images

and a window of rolling film

it is the air we breath, and the sorrow

when one passes on

that is life, and it is mine

it is yours, it is theirs

it is ours

to share.

#20

"Glitter" on March 8^th 2010, terribly early in the morning. (<-- This is in the words of AllPoetry, not mine. The poem, of course, is mine.)

A spark ignites

emanates from a tiny candle

lit from a match

of paper and cardboard and a tiny little tip

white or red, whichever you prefer

friction struck on emery like sandpaper

and burnt sand, which makes glass

is transparent,but is mutilated coral

when it first started

chewed on by parrotfish

protected by polyps with tons of swaying arms

that branch out like trees, but these arms move

and sting the nosy fingers who touch the creatures' mouths.

Mouths that eat and mouths that chew

I bid you adieu,

but how can I, for my mouth is on my face

and in it a little crater, which leads to a hose

which, like a snake moves in undulating motions.

Food, go down, I command you,

But I choke and sputter

and spit it out.

The mucous surrounds like frozen sap

stuck under a branch of a pine tree

who inhales carbon and exhales oxygen

for us to breathe, making us free

emancipating us from our ball-and-chain slavery

from this love that binds us to the ground

and pins us to this chair

and our lover sees us, fascinated...

in our state, thrashing in despair,

he does nothing but stand there.

Love is patient, love is kind

love makes me blow my mind

Love is sparkly, love is shiny

Love is like seasalt, briny.

Love glitters for those who reflect

a dazzling light for friends, imperturbed.

Written in Freewrite section, 8:32 minutes. Uhmm. It was in a topic called "Glitter." You must be wondering where all this came from "Glitter." I'll give you a hint: it starts with spark. Another hint? It ends with shininess. I tried to incorporate vocab. Tell me if I failed, yes?

#17

This isn't me being dumped. It's just...written in the Freewrite section in 7 minutes and 19 seconds. The time is 6:18 LA time, but I'm in Florida, so it's 9:18...The topic was 'I Want.'

I kinda like how it turned out...

"Disposed" Written on February 24, 2010

I want breath

in this dizzying, heavy, place.

The aromatic coffee awakens me,

I long to taste it, only to dip my tongue in black bitterness.

I want to fly, but how can I?

For I have no wings, and airplanes need airfare.

I want money, but I can't be that shallow

The world existed without money before,

why can't we live without it now?

I want...life, but...

how can I long for something I already have?

I want to be noticed, but being noticed

is different from receiving love.

What is love?

Why do we need it?

Why does everyone have it?

...But me?

Surely it must be there,

along with everything else.

I want people. Yet I have to wonder why...

Why are people thrown away?

Like me. I'm just a concept now,

abandoned in the dump that is someone's life.

Go ahead, neglect me,

pretend I was never there.

It's okay, you know.

That's why I'm here.

For you to confide in,

to walk with,

to talk to,

to relieve your loneliness.

But why,why must you discard of me

dispose of me

leave me like I never was there

when I brought you up out of your sad days?

I am the reason you're here now.

So why would you progress, without ever looking back

and remembering those times we had together.

Don't you want me?

Well, here--

I want you,

so I won't stop trying.

Post #6

Poem:
So Long

We stand in a small ring atop a small hill of dirt
And other rings stand with us too
Of many things we talk about,
And we don't know what the heck everyone else is saying
but we are one.
We are one on "The Mound"
We are one group
But in my ring
I tune out the conversation
and you move in front of me
you shadow me
you eclipse me
you alienate me.

And I try to find yet another cavity
another gap in our small little ring
but like a drawstring bag, the cords tighten and pull
I am shut out

The door slams in front of my face
Yet all I can do is hover,
circle and scavenge for openings
a little cranny is all I need
but I am sealed off.
And I go to join a different circle.
Once you realize I am gone...
It's strange - a wide open gap
an open window
an open door
an open gate. Unfortunately for you, I walk past all the openings.
Because I'm done with it.
You've rejected me
And now I'm rejecting you.


So Long

Day #3: Poem

A Night

Silver and slim
or wide like a face
looming and silver
staring down at our earth, dear Gaea.
What a celestial orb to be blessed with
hung in the twilight sky
where all is dark but pricks of light
shine so bright

gauzy is the air
and subtle rays bounce off of
corners and buildings

and up there,
a single light
amidst the dark
laughs and shakes the stillness
of the black curtain
before the play
of nature that is day.

Hush little ones, go to sleep
and midnight's solitude will run so deep
in your minds.

Winged dreams float in tiny spheres
so far away,
probably exhausted from the trip here.
And in the cool nights, draping over the cities
and the farms,
and the forests, and the seas.

Those celestial bodies of light
lay their heads to sleep.
And along with the rest of the world,
we
dream.

A/N: Written in Freewrite of AllPo.

Day 2: Poem (Not really Day 2. Just my second post.)

"Today" Written on September 26, 2009

Today.

Today started out happy.

I was a flirt, I was a genius...

I was late for class today.

Today was enjoyable.

With two tests awaiting,

but who pays attention to that?

Today, I made corrections.Today I realize...

I'm failing

I'm falling

I'm flailing

I'm flapping

hopelessly, broken in a wave of despair

up and down stairs

tossed about in the depths of the ocean

That is life.

That is today.

Today is what I lived for...today.

Today was yesterday's tomorrow

and Today is tomorrow's yesterday.

But no matter what direction you go,

today is today.

Today is an x between two other numbers.

Today looks like this: 4 <>

That is what today is.

That is what yesterday was. For yesterday was a today...

It's just not this today.

Tomorrow will look like that as well,

For tomorrow is a today of the future.

I am lost in the future.

But never mind the future.

I might as well just focus on today.

A/N: Written as a freewrite on Allpoetry. The topic was entitled Today.