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First draft of our second poetry assignment for Creative Writing, required to be in some way inspired by John Berryman's Dream Song 14.
Dated: 09/22/2021
Remember when I was so sad? Regretting everything I was,And had?All that changed after I got to know you,Opening up, and telling you the truth.Showing you what was inside,Sure that you'd leave me or hide.I remember the paralyzing fear.Though after
How long should I hide?
How many tears have I cried?
How long 'til we die?
So long, I have tried.
I ask, oh God why?
Why did I lie?
Give up so much time?
Flush away my pride?
They say that
Distance
Makes the heart grow fonder
But I was fond enough
When we walked
Alongside one another
In the world's second most incestious hostel
there lives a family,
Due to the misconception that
home is sweet home
They have all come here
To run away
to find - to rebuild - to destroy
The first time I saw you, you meant nothing to meThe second time I saw you I forgot your nameIt's been eight months since I first met youYou have been very good for me
She confesses her love
And covers her mouth
Just to make sure
The snake won't slip out
She embraces the change
And tugs on her sleeves
The clock shall always be the enemy,
With his hands of weaponry,
Time stamped in history,
With actions of misery.
Tick tock goes the clock,
The clock shall always be the enemy,
With his hands of weaponry,
Time stamped in history,
With actions of misery.
Tick tock goes the clock,
Once upon a time there was a girl.
She inspected herself with a small, dainty twirl.
Leaving her home with a basket in hand,
She was off on her way to travel the land.
A long journey coming back from the outside world into my home,
Around 40-60 minutes, I lay down and I breath heavily,
So exhausted from this jog, the forests I went in gave my mind something to be distracted by,
Light swallowed by shadows
Hearing voices nobody owns
Disembodied, and paralyzed
Good god, I’m PETRIFIED
Falling and falling
It is done
I have lived my life
I have had my children
I have built my house
But it is done
As I lay in this rose
Sweet and soft
Silky yet sorrowful
All the while knowing
There are many ways that I can define me
My major, my gender, or my history.
Lets start simple, something easy.
My major is definitive, it's Biology.
I am a scientist at heart, a studier of the sea,
How does one define perfection?
By looking in my eyes,
They don't show a reflection of the viewer but a glimps into my soul.
In the curve of my iris there is a story,
A little girl who moved from house to house,
The knowing of time not being long enough-
We waste it with our assumptions of its endlessness.
We assume theres enough,
That there will always be tomorrow.
For those with a tomorrow,
That never comes,
Rain
It drips down my back
In quick succession.
Rivulets form a path,
An irrelevant digression.
Gravel
It retaliates the rain.
Each drop
Absorbing the pain.
Walking still,
Knots
Some for infinity
Tied together tight
Never taken away
Until it is not needed
Until its job is done
ReflectionWritten by Adam M. SnowI am alone this night of flutter;confusion reigns, so I utter,
He was born in a rodent-infested hut, amid the broken screams of an abused woman and the furious shouts of a drunken man; those sounds never faded.
He had been there all his life.
I miss you,
because without you,
my life feels like,
a punch in the gut,
a curse word yelled in the middle of a public prayer,
falling,
falling hard,
The sickled sling which cast doubts beckons from the blackened light.
An inevitable dream that awakens me abruptly, haunts my ever waking moment.
My Mother is Wonderwomen
Except she doesn’t wear cape dangerously tied around her neck. Or a funny looking onesey made of
a mix between rubber and spandex.
Mocking mirrors here and therealways relishing my despair.Never ceasing in their testimonyuntil I miraculously become bony.
The fuck do I look like?
Listening to your voice rambling on and on
Your stupid syllabus and grading scale is all wrong
I get graded for saying things in class?
How about this: Kiss my natural black ass.
The fuck do I look like?
Listening to your voice rambling on and on
Your stupid syllabus and grading scale is all wrong
I get graded for saying things in class?
How about this: Kiss my natural black ass.
Did you ever wish you can turn back time
To that one scene in your life.
When listening to your head just didn’t seem right?
Do you think you’re smart?
Because I was told to write a poem,
But I don’t know what to write.
Somewhere in the land of Gray
There was a girl, whose name was Kay
Kay was smart, Kay was beautiful
Most of all, Kay was truthful
A dreamer in the best of ways
In her head spent most her days
To begin something, with a blank mind
to begin somthing, where only time
can tell you if it's what you thought
only time spent, to figure what you've bought.
Most people never begin,
Poeticinsecuritieshauntingunbrokendreams in placesdeep beneaththe wavesof electrolytespulsingthrougheach brandnew idea.
To get far away
Till I can't even see home
Alone on my own
This place is to small
Suffocating me slowly
My dreams are bigger
Something is out there
Endless opportunities
Why can't I just go
If you were here
It would all be different
The way the leaves fall off the trees
They could glide the way lips graze over teeth in smiles
Dear Anthony,
I'd like to set aside order for a moment
And what's inadvertently thought of as important
To spill my heart on a palette
With words left uncalloused
Waiting to engrave
I just want to know,
how far this poem will go.
Will it reach you at sea?
Will you be thinking of me?
Will you hear it in your sleep?
Will you think about about it when you weep?
I knew a girl that never wore shorts or short sleeved shirts,
she never wore shorts or short sleeved shirts.
I mean it’s something that no one really thinks twice about
or even once about her.
To whom it may concern:
What is it about me that frightens you?
Is it the way I talk? The way I walk? The way I’m shy?
If you really get to know me I am a nice and sweet guy.
