Loneliness of Perfection

Cross the worn path and fall
Into the deep woods of alone
Where unbroken crisp snow
Is still pristine and deer gaze silently.
Dip your fingers into the iciness
Of alone and perfect
Feel them go numb,
See them go red,
 like the swollen eyes
Of the girl you left behind
The night you decided
She followed the worn path too far.



Hey! Brand spankin' new poem!  Just wrote it minutes ago.  I really like it. =)  That's why I'm sharing it.  Enjoy. ~T

Enter Autumn

Enter Autumn 

It's Only Natural

Sapiens:                       Cell by cell we form

                         Minds searching for so much more

                                       A creavolution

Sweet-n-low:                  Diabetes sucks

                          Like sweet tea in the summer

                                    Sip, sip, sip away

Sunscreen:                    Level of degree

                           Skin that cringes in the heat

                                  Welcome the aloe

Silicone:                These bouncing beauties

                           They never droop in tight tees

                                  Jiggle, jiggle, woah!     

Skyscrapers:           We build them up high

                          Reaching, reaching for the sky

                                 Down below, is full

This is my latest poem I wrote for my workshops in my poetry writing class this semester.  My classmates didn't quite grasp the concept of the poem but they were close.  I got the idea from reading an article about people saying man made stuff wasn't natural.  The writer of the article went on to explain that technically everything that evolves and forms through this world is natural and as humans we cause things to form just as a rain drop falling into the soil causes things to grow and thus all things are natural even if they seem unnatural because they are man made.  My poem is pointing out how these things that seem unnatural are in fact natural responses from us humans to compensate for something we find is a problem.  i.e. sugar being bad for us so we create "unnatural" sweetener to try to fix that problem.  We get sun burned by the suns rays, so we create sun screen to use.  We find our bodies lacking some how, so we create a product and procedure to fix it.  We run out of room to build enough buildings to house people, so we build the buildings up.  I couldn't understand why my classmates couldn't understand how my poem conveys this...  They did however seem to all really like it despite not quite understanding it, so I don't think I'm going to be editing it.  Please leave comments if you think differently.  Thanks!  ~T

My Bed

On my Island

Cushioned between

Rocks of cotton

Surround by

Trees of pages

Covered by

Branches of warmth

I sleep.

Had to write a place poem for my poetry writing class this week.  This is what I came  up with.  It's short and simple but I like it. :) ~T

I Felt a Funeral in my Brain by Emily Dickinson

So today is the anniversary of the terrorist attack on America. 9/11/01.  I'll just say, Never Forget.
Anyways, yesterday in my poetry class my teacher brought this Emily Dickinson poem up.  I have read it before and liked it but didn't realize how much I liked it until when she started writing it that I found that I could remember most of the words.  Anyways, so I thought I'd share it here on this sad day.  Enjoy. ~T

I felt a funeral in my brain,
        And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
        That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
        A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
        My mind was going numb.
And then I heard them lift a box,
        And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead,
        Then space began to toll
As all the heavens were a bell,
        And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
        Wrecked, solitary, here.
And then a plank in reason, broke,
        And I dropped down and down--
And hit a world at every plunge,
        And finished knowing--then--

Yearning for Fun House Mirrors

I'm ahead of schedule on poems I have to write for my poetry class.  This one is the next one that is due in a couple of weeks. The assignment is to write a list poem. I've written some of these before, including one I have posted here on my blog called, Death's Checklist that I posted in May of 2011 but that I originally wrote in high school (2002,2003ish). Anyways, I had an easy time writing this current list poem and I really like it too. Enjoy!
~T


          Smooth
     Soft
         Sweet
Kissable
       Kooky
Kindred
          Intelligent
     Inconceivable
                    Indigo
                            Naughty
Normal
             Nude
     Young
                  Yummy
Yours.
   

Tick Tock

Here is a poem that is due coming up that I just finished writing.  This one was difficult to do.  The assignment was to mimic our choice of a Shakespearean Sonnet.  I'll first show you the sonnet I chose to mimic then my poem.  Enjoy!
~T

Sonnet XII (12)  William Shakespeare

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
      And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
   Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

  

Tick Tock

When each second I hear ticks slowly, loud

And I see the glorious sun devoured,

When nightly news echoes into the crowd

And stale cookies sit crumbled, their sweet milk soured;

When the parched weeds I see wither to naught

From which roses shrank and left in dismay

And last glancing eyes, Heavenly Moonshot—

Spy Dark clouds, pale and plump, full of decay…

Then, do I mull the brilliance of wake

That raise of happiness slip by un-scathed,

As tiaras and stars, above Earth, quake

And topple, falling as fast as rain bathes…

And no trace of goodness does the hand wind,

            Except, perhaps the courage to flat-line.

How to Read a Book: Short story

Always have multiple options;  Start with a romance but not in public in case there are erotic scenes that make you blush;  Try the epic fantasy next;  When the fights and characters start to vaguely remind you of other books you’ve read, switch to a historical fiction;  Don’t giggle out loud at the silly  moments because other people will look at you like you’re crazy;  Don’t forget to blink;  When you pause to use the bathroom don’t dog ear the page;  Don’t listen to music with ear buds on because you’ll forget other people are around you and make embarrassing noises;  If someone interrupts you smile and nod until they leave, never remembering what they even said because your mind was still on the book;  Don’t keep track of where you started, that only encourages you to brag later about how fast you read;  Turn the pages slowly so you don’t accidentally rip them; Keep track of the time not because you are worried about waking up on time tomorrow but because you know if you’re too tired tomorrow you’ll be too tired to read more; When your eyes start to burn remember to blink and consider closing the book for the night as soon as you reach a good stopping point;  Use some eye drops, 2 drops per eye;  Read one more chapter;  Look up at the clock to check the time;  Read one more chapter;  Check the time again;  Read just one more chapter;  Grab your alarm and reset your alarm to wake you up one hour later;  Read another chapter;  Stifle a yawn;  Read one more chapter;  Check your alarm;  When you realize you can’t push it back any more if you want to be on time tomorrow, sigh;  Eye your book like it’s a piece of meat and you a starving animal;  Read one more chapter;  Don’t look at your alarm before you close the book;  Turn out the light;  Lay there;  Tell yourself that thinking about the book will help you fall to sleep faster;  Don’t get up and turn back on the light so you can read more;  Go to sleep;  Dream the next chapter.


We were assigned for our first short story in my Fiction writing class to write a How to story.  This is just one of four that I ended up writing.  This isn't the one I will be turning in but it's fun and I like it so I'm sharing it here. :) Enjoy.
~T