Poem #77: Carjacking Bikers
#78 of poetry assignment #6/8 of my college creative writing poetry class. this poem is about theft, and reflection upon one's day.
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#7 of poetry and poems the feelings sounded, based on the vents of thursday friday and saturday leading into spring break. it's long over with now but damn that killed my vibes over break.
Taking the Stage, Lead by the Audience
Definately not one of my better ones, though it's still okay... not as metaphor and allusion filled as my last ones. I'm somewhat proud of it though, kinda have to be. It's my own words....
A whisper from Gaia
A whisper from Gaia; mother of men. Words thrown to the wild wind, Unheeded by those who do not listen. Words, if heard right, would sound in the young minds Witches, Christians, Jewish Children and kin; All be rested, as her loving words...
Changing Worlds.txt
The changing of the world seems to be great, Given that you carry normality, For life, piece by piece, determined by fate. Great changes encompass the world, thoughts shaped By ideas of others. Dont you see, Our lives are pointless without...
Shelled and Covered Life
As life's consumed by flames of desire I feel the tears crawl down my emotion Burning shells cov'ring soft interiors Been there for so long, knew not how to feel. Just like I took a venomous potion A potion that harms more than it can...
A Romantic Dinner
The candles are glowing ever stronger; their light on tasseled curtains has yet to die out. Lingering longer, I wait for the door knob to make a sound. I watch the thickening smoke curl upward, and I watch it shift about. The table's set:...
Compact and Extend
My parts inside still compact and extend: one at night, and the other with the day. Beneath your weight I continue to bend, though with far fewer pieces since this home has changed. If I asked, would you tell me where he's gone? If I asked,...
The Promise
Hold my paw and walk with me, down the street and by the sea. Look into my eyes and set my heart aflame, And I promise that I'll do the same. Take my breath away and sweep me off my feet, be elegant, kind, and sweet. Hold me close and whisper...
The Blind Rabbit (a poem)
The Blind Rabbit couldn't see. And It lamented that It would never know anything and everything of the world of light. It cursed Its fate, It cursed Its name, Blind from what It surmised as a cruel joke of fate. As It sat alone in...
Into oblivion
I'm also starting a special folder for all my poetry that i upload onto sofurry. alright i've reach max mental capacity, laters so tired, am i.
IN THE CITY WHERE THEY PAVED THE ROADS WITH OUR TONGUES AND TEETH
#1 of poetry after daniel borzutzky's "the performance of becoming human" there's a body in the body: the teeth of a piano someone has stolen the rest of the piano if our body was stolen would you run from what stood in its place: ivory