Friday, December 30, 2011

What I Learned the Autumn of 2011

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          Life is a giant chunk of clay. It starts off clean, unblemished by the hardships of this world. But slowly you get your hands dirty and the chunk becomes a creation. It will only be what you make it. No one will ever destroy or take over your creation, they will just aid you in sculpting it a different way. And the colorless ball is painted with beautiful colors from the people walking in and out of your life.
From the moment you first open your eyes in the world you are the finest artist ever to exist. You’re no longer a chunk of clay in someone else’s sculpture, you are starting to mold your own life. Your story, your parents, your siblings or lack of, the place you were born are already formed into your sculpture of life. I wouldn’t be able to put a shape to my sculpture, but this short quarter has helped me realize how fragile life really is. I’ve had moments of pure happiness, where the smile on my lips wont fade. I’ve also had longer moments. That lump in the back of your throat you get from holding back tears has lingered in my trachea for days.
            I’ve learned that we need to hold onto the little things that are often taken for granted because one day we wont have them. It makes me realize that I need to cherish every moment, good and bad. Every moment is another pinch, another poke, another figure added to the sculpture of life.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Sweet

By Martin Williams


The steel has not made me cold
Nor the stone made me hard
Not the gray made me colorless.


The dopefiends have not made me scandalous
Not the cops made me hateful
Nor the hateful made me heartless.


The food has not killed my appetite
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Nor the sexlessness killed my desire
Nor the lifelessness killed my thirst.


They gave me no water for my garden,
Gave me sand for seeds,
And I grew flowers
And low fruit,
Enough to color the walls
And make stale rice
Taste Sweet.



Sunday, December 4, 2011

In The End



Photo taken by myself
She stands in the corner of the room and watches
Her eyes on the ground, her hands lighting matches
staring at the heart, oozing onto the floor
She gave him her all and he gave it up
He left her behind for one night stands and liquor,
A girl with more knowledge, more trips to the bed
A girl with simply no brains in her head
But she waits and refuses
She knows he’ll come back
Crawling along the floor
with empty promises and more.
She’s done crazy things for “man that she loves”
From painting her face
To hiding slices with long gloves
From skipping meals
To to wearing tight dresses and heels
She’s kissed his mouth and tasted lipgloss
Thought about speaking up
But he’s not the kind of guy she’d ever want to cross
She’s breathed into pillows to muffle her cries
So that no one could see the tears streaming from her eyes
And one day it will all change
She’ll wake up in his house bearing a ring on her finger
Remembering the tough times that they endured
But looking foreward to a wedding in a chapel theyve procured
and maybe she’ll laugh
just maybe she will
but for now her eyes are on the ground, her hands lighting matches
Because she stands in the corner of the room and watches

Thursday, December 1, 2011

My Riff

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I chose this fast write because I thought it was fun and childlike.  I had a lot of trouble writing it because I was very tired that day.  But it ended up being cute and I like it.






Writing A Poem
Just a blank page
and a ready pen.
Tap, tap, tap your fingers until then.
Pop! An idea that flows like rain,
making people feel love, despair, joy or pain.
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Your pen starts dancing
as your mind keeps asking.
Spring open your chest, heart knowing where to go,
down to the next blank line 'till you're getting very low.
Creative, at ease, relaxed, happy.
Would it be glad, angry, anxious or sappy?
But a powerful ending is what it's about.
Go out with a bang like a water spout.
But this is one thing I can never seem to do.
I wont stand for random words I pulled out of the blue.
But for now all I can do is think hard and sigh.
How lame am I to cut off with just a simple good bye?

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The Things I'm Grateful For

I am grateful for
Eyes to see the beauty in this world,
Ears to listen to music and laughter,
Being able to wrinkle my nose,
And dance around on my tippy toes,
Lips for which I can smile,
A mouth for laughing all the while,
Hands to build,
And a heart to beat,
Pumping blood from blushing cheeks to my feet,
opposable thumbs for playing thumb wars,
And a wishful heart that beats and soars.


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I'm thankful for
Two mothers
And two fathers,
They love me all the same,
Amazing friends that brighten the world
And make it not so plain,
A love to hold me in his arms
and keep me from life's harms,
Siblings whose mistakes I learn
But upside-down the world I'd turn,
A roof over my head,
and blankets in my bed.

I'm grateful for my life,
I wouldn't ask for more.
Life, family, friends are the things I'm thankful for.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Blog Review

Poetic Clarity
     Poetic Clarity is a unique blog that's poems show every end of emotion.  Mel is a beautiful writer and you can tell she puts a lot of thought into her work.  She seems to pour her mind out into her writing.  Her poems are powerful along with the photos she puts next to them.
http://poeticlarity.blogspot.com/


J'adore
     J'adore is another great blog.  Devan is a great writer who tells things how she sees them.  She lets you know who she is through her writing.  Her work is very creative and beautiful.
http://kikiclarice.blogspot.com/


The Third Eye is the Clearest
     Ariel's writing is amazing.  She never seems to care what people will think about it, she just writes what she feels.  I love her style and how she has such a strong voice.  I hope I can read more of her work.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Remember






I'll forget you.
I won't remember arms that pulled me in soft
and slow.
I'll forget you.
There has to be a way to let you go.
No more shadows,
No dreams of leaning in the dark above you.
I will forget how much I love you any day.
But every evening shivers
with the chance that you are near
and every morning whispers
“He is here.”
Each moment is a fight
not to rush into your light,
not to move closer
but to make you disappear.
I'll forget you.
I've got to find the strength
to pull away from your glow.
I'll forget you!
God help me see
the way to let you go!
I do not want you
and still you steal each breath
I'm breathing from me.
with just a touch you overcome me,
and I let you.
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I will forget you
when I die.









This is an excerpt from my favorite song.  It's from  the play "The Scarlet Pimpernel."  It's a beautiful song about a women having trouble forgetting a man she had an affair and fell in love with.  I really like how it's written and in the past, I've related to it.  It's about having trouble forgetting a good memory and her heart and mind arguing.  Sometimes, remembering is a bad thing.