Category Archives: Poetry
Prospect for a great future. Thinking of what could be instead of what is.
Movement. Passion. Nothing can stop your momentum.
Open your laptop
The black keys are familiar.
Get on the Internet
Now it’s time to write
Now it’s time for your fingers to fly
Dashing away, trying to get every breath down
Writing, expressing, living through your words
I don’t write because someone has told me to
Because someone challenged me to
Because it simply makes me look a certain way
In order to comprehend the complexities of my own mind.
My mind is a three dimensional space of chaos
Putting pen to paper,
Fingers to keys,
My mind to others,
Forces me to lay everything out linearly,
It’s a type of therapy
Or a type of drug,
I can’t decide.
All I know is
I write to comprehend me
And I wouldn’t be able to without it
So I’m not going to stop anytime soon
Thank y’all so so much for reading this little poem. This one is for inspired4business, or Steve, who gave me the idea to write about what inspires me to write. I sorta changed it to why I write, but hey sometimes that happens. I love you all so so much, and I’m sorry for the later post. Have a beautiful day, I’ll talk to you tonight.
They say a picture’s worth a thousand words,
But clearly the omnipotent “they” has never seen
A painting worthy of millions of words or
A painting that can’t be described using borrowed words and languages so often used.
Art sometimes can’t be memorialized onto written paper
Instead it is one of the few things that can you make you feel
The roar of the ocean or the calm of a forest
Just by gazing on its painted strokes
And not saying a word at all.
To paint is the very definition of creating
To take simple reds and blues
To transform and make all different hues.
To paint means to have a vision
Of the best dream you can dream,
Being able to take that thought,
Create a tangible piece by which others,
The people in this moment and the people in the moments to come,
A brief glimpse of what it means to be inside your beautiful painting
Of a mind.
Thank you ThatsAweSam for liking my post and liking my blog. I hope you enjoy this little poem that I made for you. ❤
Can I just start my saying,
And thank you for being here
Or up there
And listening to me ramble on about you
Trying to find the words to describe you
And taking words from other languages to try to do justice to your name.
Because you are beautiful
In everything that you are
And everything that you do.
You immaculate piece of Earth’s own flesh
Circling us like a hawk in the sky
You remain at an arm’s length
Not because you can’t move any closer
But because that place that you reside in
Keeps the delicate balance of our potential gravitational ballet from falling.
My Moon, my love, my muse,
You give us and me everything we need.
Waters crashing on the beach, tides kept in a peaceful ebb and flow
Light at night when the Sun visits others.
You are the company I keep when I am alone in the dark.
And I don’t know why you chose pity on us,
Tiny insects who teach their children that you’re made out of cheese.
A bit of a random one, I know, but my God do I love the Moon.
In other news, I’m sick today and had to cancel the plans that I had and instead resorted to going to dinner with my parents at a buffet and eating way too much and feeling a new kind of sick all over again.
I hope you had a beautiful day, No One. I love you very much.
I can hardly breathe.
My lungs feel like they’re collapsing in on themselves
I hate the feeling.
I can hardly think
My thoughts focusing and refocusing on your absence
Like the focus of a camera
I miss your presence.
I can hardly see
Through the tears that well up in my eyes
As my heart is ripped apart from itself.
I can’t do this.
But you’re leaving.
All of you.
You’re all leaving
Don’t go, I don’t know
When I’ll see you again
If I’ll see you again
Looking the way you do
Full of life and a fire behind those eyes.
Don’t leave me
I can’t do this again.
And you’re gone.
And I’m here.
Crying over the people I love
Hating them for making me so
P.S. This is a very personal topic for me and it’s a very rough piece, but I’d appreciate some gentle critiques if any of you are willing to leave them. Thank you for reading this and I hope you aren’t judging me too harshly. It’s just been rough since Bobby left.
This is a poem written by me. Don’t steal it or I will be very pissed off. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the nostaglia I was feeling this morning.
Wafting through the air
I am assaulted by the smell of delicious cravings
Chocolate chip cookies baked by Bobby
Lemon bars laboriously brewed by my sister
Fresh peppermint bark that tantalizes my senses
And fills me with hunger and sugary delight
Then laying stagnant in the air
Our tree reminds me of a far off pine forest
That was once its home
Creating a nostalgia for a place I’ve never known
Christmases past were the scent of pine filled those energy wrought mornings
That I remember so fondly from my childhood
Then drifting hazily over it all
A hint of firewood burning accents the atmosphere
Brings warmth to my heart as I sit by the fireplace in thought
Pulls me back to cold winter nights when we all sat by the fire
Drinking hot chocolate and watching Christmas movies
Reminds me of times long past
When everything was much simpler
When everything smelled so beautiful.
This poem is about rain and was written by myself. It isn’t great, but I do love rain and its contradictory nature. Be nice and I hope you enjoy the living shit out of it. This was also written for my ENGL280 class and is my original work.
Flying down the clouds
One hits my cheek and moves slowly down my face
The drop of water looking like a tear
But my mind is full of joy at the sight of
The clouds are gray and the weather is cold
Girls scream as their hair is ruined for the day
Not at their misery
But at the miracle
Life giving and replenishing
Water that Zeus himself designed
Every dot of rain that gives life
To my mind.
Warning: This poem is violent, sarcastic, and contains some thoughts of mine on my birthday regarding Hope related puns. It’s also very funny in my opinion so I hope you enjoy. It is also from my ENGL280 class and my original work.
ping- my phone rings
ping-the same word in capitals
ping-like “Hope” pun fractals
ping-repeating on my wall
ping-“Aunt Bertha said on your wall-“
ping-“HOPE you have a good birthday! ;D”
ping-comments Uncle Ray
ping-Hope you have a great day!
ping-Hope Hope Hope
ping-how about nope?
ping- stop it with your criminal pun
ping-I want to run
ping-Away from my phone, laptop, and tablet
ping-but instead I go to the cabinet
ping-and grab my daddy’s gun
bang bang bang- all done!
No more annoying name puns for me to see!
This is a spoken word poem I wrote for my ENGL280 class, be nice and I hope you all enjoy the shit out of it
The 2014 San Diego State Take Back the Night walk hoped to draw attention to sexual violence and rape culture inside of fraternity activities. Peaceful protestors who walked down “frat” row, received obscenities yelled at them, dildos waved from windows, and eggs thrown from passing cars –
In that moment, I felt hated
sickening ooze cracked through thin membrane
dribbled down my face.
Hey bitch, you know you wanted it
Idiots hollered from their houses
we walked slowly –
let the yellow rape culture
clear embryo trickle down our cheeks.
Our moment of solidarity