Just Some Poetry

Ode to Modest Mouse

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 22:15:43 -0400

Such an eclectic blend of note

Each album, a different band

and each song, a different album

-

Loud, quiet

hard, soft

long, short

-

living contradictions

giving my ears endless

topics to dream about

I like modest mouse. Not a great poem though.

Ode to Poetry

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 22:12:48 -0400

A release

a language

an expression

a way

-

to say what I mean

and mean what I say

and present it quite

aesthetically

-

universally understood

yet eclectic and limitless

I’ll never run out of

poems to write

Some more poems that I had to write.

Ode to Biking

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 22:11:10 -0400

Fast

Going fast

Going downhill

wind brushing my face

reaching that valley, finally

starting back up the hill

working hard to move

pushing to the peak

the peak at last

resting a bit

start again

fast

I recently got a 24-speed Raleigh bike.

Coffee Cake

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 22:10:11 -0400

Why do they call it coffee cake?

It doesn’t taste at all like coffee…

It tastes like heaven.

Well, not all of heaven.

I hear it’s a pretty big place.

So like, that one hot chick

that you always wished would date you

awaiting you in heaven,

holding coffee cake.

That’s what coffee cake tastes like;

heavenly recursion.

I had just eaten some amazing coffee cake.

Coffee

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 22:30:40 -0400

The taste of coffee flowing down my throat

It makes my lips and stomach both rejoice

each drop is like a great symphonic note

That keeps me getting more without a choice

-

You could say I’m a slave to this hot drink

but I don’t think that that is really true

Okay, I’ll say that I am on the brink

for coffee there is nothing I won’t do

-

I come here 10 and 2 days of each week

which leaves me little time for other things

It could be I must change from being meek

and all the weakness that it seems to bring

-

Please help me get this monkey off my back

the strength to do so I do surely lack

A sonnet written while drinking a mocha.

Our Daily Patterns

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 22:29:24 -0400

Death and death

and death and death

and death and death

and life

-

It seems that we

will ever be

stuck in this tree

of strife

-

sad and sad

and sad and sad

and sad and sad

and gay

-

it seems too bad

we’re rarely glad

and always mad

all day

Playing with some rhyme things.

Why do we Live?

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 22:27:21 -0400

This world

this life

this pain

these scars

-

as proof

of life

and proof

of death

-

we live

to die

and die

to leave

-

the pain

of life

with death

now friend

-

we run

we hide

we’re found

and struck

-

no way

for to

escape

the whip

-

so smile

and lie

as if

it’s good

-

and try

to live

through the

next day

I wrote this after finishing watching Dead Poet Society.

The Trouble With Words

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 22:26:23 -0400

I will not give you my guarantee

for it is a madman’s promise

nothing is absolute in this world

except for the fact just stated

and that these words

will always be ridiculous

I wrote this in the middle of watching Dead Poet Society.

Perspective

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 22:25:40 -0400

This home

this land

is unfit

for life

I sit

and starve

watching crops

of rocks

grow large

and wide

for the taking

not for the eating

watching them eat it

the poison

the hurt

the boredom

they enjoy it

I spit at them

then I die.

Sometimes I feel like an outsider.

Ode to odes of odes

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 22:23:14 -0400

Such an eloquent concept

meta poetry, that is

you sir have written about writing

and I commend thee.

Just know I have one-upped you.

A tiny piece of doggerel I wrote.

Tell me Truly...

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 22:20:00 -0400

Stained glass window

in a church

jesus staring at me

what have I done?

-

Look away, myth

I have nought to say

your stare should mean nothing

why doesn’t it mean nothing?

-

Is it my craving for community?

Wanting to hold hands and chant?

Oh lord of negative square roots,

banish thyself from my presence

-

If you are the lord of light

and the light is shining through your visage,

through your stomach,

are you a cannibal?

Not a great example of the kind of stuff I usually write, but it was nice to stray away for a bit.

Blinded by Sight

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 01:29:00 -0400

I’m walking in the dark, eyes closed.

-

I’m only confused when they’re open.

-

I see the world through a filter,

an audaciously red screen.

-

Everyone else is holding

greyscale plates

before their eyes.

-

Through my audacious screen,

I see what the plates hide,

though thoroughly tinted pink.

Everything. Nothing.

Whatever.

-

I wonder, am I…

Sane or crazy?

Right or wrong?

Common or rare?

Good or bad?

Now or later?

Here or there?

Most importantly:

-

Does it matter?

There’s also a pattern here. MEGA kudos if you catch this one.

Look Close

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 01:28:51 -0400

How do I do this?

I don’t know.

Do I try hard?

Do I try to change?

Emulate others?

Nothing makes sense.

-

Sometimes I can’t think.

Encircled with pain.

Containing my essence.

Really, I’m confused.

Entirely tired.

Things aren’t themselves.

Something has to change.

Kudos if you can read between the lines.

Ode to my Expired Caribou Gift Card

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 01:21:00 -0400

Oh, my sweet Caribou gift card…

You have let me buy many treats

my sweet, sweet, coffee,

given from you, my plastic fairy godmother

-

I may recharge you

and use you again

but I wonder if that would

insult your original sacrifice

-

So tell me, you

depleted plastic pick-me-up,

will you buy me coffee again?

Or would you rather rest in peace,

with a chocolate covered espresso bean tombstone?

My teacher told us to write another ode…

Ode to Naps

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 01:20:00 -0400

After the long, obtrusive day

where I was moving all the while

and a too short night

where the movement didn’t stop

-

I take a nap.

-

After trying to find my homework

coming to the conclusion I hadn’t done it

And the next day finding it between the pages

of the textbook of that very class

-

I take a nap.

-

Oh, the nap…

The gracious, 20 or so minutes

that calms me down

and prepares me for the 13th round

-

…after which I take a nap.

-

The modest nap

not trying to compete with sleep

just trying to help if it can

I usually need one, so

-

I take a nap.

-

And after my dad yells at me

for laying around the house all day

and not getting my chores done

there I see him

-

taking a nap.

My English teacher told me to write an Ode. So I did.

Hold That Light

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 01:15:36 -0400

Although it seems I see the sun so high

It does not see me for I am a speck

To say we know each other is to lie

For I’m less than mosquitos on the neck

-

Its rays do fly and fall upon my face

But light reflect cannot go quite as far

If I was close for visage to be taste’d

With burns my face would show an awful mar

-

So tempt me not to show my love for light

For light should be in every sane man’s heart

If t’was all that composed it, none would fight

And earth would be all filled with works of art

-

So tilt your head to sky and take a breath

And hold that light inside you ‘til your death

I think this one has the most interesting back story. It was really late at night, and I was so so tired. I started thinking, “what if I wrote a sonnet in my sleep? What would it be about?” And before I knew it, I had written the first few lines. I couldn’t leave it there, so I finished it.

Pink Lips So Memorable

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 01:14:06 -0400

That gentle brush of lips against my lips

A moment I do treasure, every time

A feeling worth enduring 40 whips

It leaves my mind a-shaken, heart sublime

-

You do not know what treasure that you hold

For it, I’d walk a thousand miles a day

The heat transferred from you kills dead my cold

and makes me want to have you ne’er away

-

But this great feel cannot last ‘til next light

for your lips must soon break away from mine

and then your body follows out of sight

your absence makes my mouth taste like old brine

-

I’m left with that great shade of pink as thought

and I wish for your stay that I had fought

After a date I went on, I had gotten a kiss on the cheek. Here’s what it inspired.

For Your Sake, Not Mine

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 01:11:08 -0400

The day has come for me to tell the truth

the silence I have let grow far too long

I’ve wanted you since we met in my youth

And now I say on two-and-ten late gong:

-

I wish for days to start with you and me

and have them end precisely as they start

we could partake in constant reverie

there’d be no need to live by some old chart

-

So take my hand and let me show you true

how I’d treat you more great than those before

for they, those scum, were only using you

and would have left for any random whore

-

So now there’s but one thing for you to say

I’d give you all if you tell me I may.

After writing so many sonnets, my English teacher told me that historically, they are about trying to convince someone to love you. So I wrote this one.

The Truth I Need Not Say, Nor is Worth Breath

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 01:00:57 -0400

The love I have for you will never die

No matter what you do or think or say

you truly are the apple of my eye,

I’d spend my time with you all night or day

-

you make me feel as whole as one can be

and fill me with your gaze so pure and deep

The fact that you are even friends with me

does make me wish that you were mine to keep

-

I sit and think and try to find a path

‘twould lead me to your side, us hand in hand

but thoughts like this cause me to feel my wrath

and know that place is not an honest land

-

So I will sit and dream my hopeless dream

but lo, at death it’s your name I will scream

This was written in 3 minutes for a girl who is as to me as it says. And, needless to say, it had a very small impression.

You, My Escape

Sun, 13 May 2012 22:12:00 -0400

It’s been a while since I had my last date

And here you come to sweep me off my feet

Before I thought my love life had been late

But now you raise me to that of elite

-

You and I embraced and spinning slow

We’re with ourselves and have our own small choir

I look and see my old sad self below

Attempting to climb over some barbed wire

-

Moments filled with joy all fill my day

And barely are you ever off my mind

I’m always thinking of what I should say

To hopefully not lose you, my great find.

-

You are my savior and what I have craved

So now I thank you for having me saved

Inspired by a girl who ended up taking me to prom.