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
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
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:
http://www.playlist.com/searchbeta/tracks#the%20kinks%20all%20day%20and%20all%20night
and poem written by William Shakespeare: http://www.albionmich.com/inspiration/mymistresseyes.html
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