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short story is at bottom of page __Quote on poetry:__ Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks. -Plutarch __One of favorite lines in poetry__ The sounds of silence often soothe Shapes and colors shift with mood Pupils widen and change their hue Rapid brown avoid clear blue -Layne Staley, Alice in Chains from the song "Frogs"

__//Nonhuman poem//__ Jealousy Anger Obsession.

I look up at you with admiration Up so high During a few minutes duration If only we could trade places; you and I

You’re my mentor Well kept and spotless The feet, they cause me distress All day I am so sore

We are not so different you and I Except for me being so low and you so high

I think these thoughts Until that wretched bell rings

Then there is pain.

Heels, slippers, moccasins, and sandals too Boots, sneakers, bare feet, and just any kind of shoe They all make black and blue They cause me to envy nobody

You shine so bright While I’m in fright You’re as gallant as the clouds While I’m deformed by the crowds

If you were a highflying bird over the ocean I’d be an anchor bonded in slavery

You are my superior

//**__Triolet__**// I soar up high, above the sky I look at the ground and all that’s below How could one live on the ground and why? I soar up high, above the sky

Whoever said they dislike flight has surely lied For the feeling is heavenly so I soar up high above the sky I look at the ground and all that’s below



ballad She is the everything to me Her presence makes me want to sing If I could I'd buy the ring To make us one eternally

Without her I am not complete When seperated, woe is me She is far better than any other With my love, I strive to smother

If she were ever to go away I could not make it through the day She always makes me want to shout I love you always without a doubt

Us two we had a good thing going It was perfect not one complaint Now I can't keep my head straight After I saw her worst side showing

All this was true until it occured My dear, she had to lay a fart Why would she have to tear us apart How could this girl be so absurd

Inspired by the song "All Day and All Night" by The Kinks: [] and poem written by William Shakespeare: []

Spoken Word (in progress) "Wave of Inspiration" As you look upon this peice of paper You see a vast ocean of white Do not let its dull appearance fool you See on this paper there are, or were, millions of thoughts The pencil only reveals the ones that made it The ones that were 'good enough' As I read I think: "Is this good enough?" "Do they think it's good enough?" "Would a college think this is good enough?" "Am I good enough?" Then comes the wizard of white The supplier of shavings The maker of stray marks The destroyer of daring ideas The eraser Gone away my hard work Gone away my written revelations Gone away "what could have been" Gone away my creations What's left is what you see Just you, this blank paper, and me Then I realize I came up here I can't believe I volunteered I put myself out there With nothing but this paper, bare I stand here and think; great I come up here, in front of all you; my mates You all have such great poems, and here's mine; this is it Can you believe this blank paper shhh-tuff? Then all of a sudden it hits me Like a wave, that towers above and over me On this paper is my work On this paper is completion On this paper is the hours spent, the pencils broken, the time prepared, my sleep impaired, my passion come to life, my painting of my mind paint, the notes to my mind's music, the lips to my mind's kiss, the snow to my mind's dreams when watching the weather forcast, the bell to my mind's sitting and waiting for the class to end, the football field for my mind's star reciever, the perfect romantic, original present for my mind's girlfriend, the best friend to my mind's lonely socially awkward kid in need, the song, movie, or book, that my mind listens to, watches, or reads every night before it goes to bed, Its my mind's release See this barren, endlessly, white plane you see in front of you Is the canvas for the unhealthy overthinker that lies inside this brain And whether you see creativity, orginality, skilled writing technique, understanding of topic, or rhetoric prowess Its matters nonetheless to me For my eyes, they see That on this paper, is me

__ The Invention of Humor __ This is a momentous catastrophe Oh lord, oh my, oh woe is me I just have realized, sadly That my life is just peachy

As I write I take a disadvantage Because I live with an advantage With no complaints and no distress My words, they spark little interest

Nobody wants to hear about a happy guy Unless, of course, he’s about to die Nobody wants to observe normality That’s why the television that’s successful is “reality”

Viewers and readers, they want lightning, drama, fireworks, and destruction My works, they lack these in their construction So then, to myself, I begin to inquire How can my works conjure up fire?

And in my head I began to think Am I okay, should I see a shrink? I’m thinking, the people, they need to laugh No longer shall they shed tears that could fill a bath

I begin to regret this decision I’ve made To lie in this coffin, to fake my death If I didn’t have writer’s block, alive I might have stayed But for my new mission, I won’t take a “last breath”

Out I jump from this coffin today! To all of you, this is the first time I’ll say “No more despair, you shall receive humor” And they would have too, if it weren’t for my malignant tumor

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