fly Bird.

dark black feathers

swooshing across the ground

like midnight ink

dreams flying through the town

low across the building rooftops

rising under the sun

shadows cast upon the

bumpy cobblestone roads

people stare at your beauty and

ease of flight

oh take me with you

to that place you go

each night in your dreams

for i

like you

am stuck within these walls

too weak to jump

too small to fly high enough

i dream the dreams you dream

you and i are the same

we are trapped

so alone

but together

we can fly high enough

to get out of this place

because there is a better life

for me

and you

together we can fly away

high above the walls

that cage us in

because there is a better life

out there

for you

and for me 

let us lift our wings and fly Bird.

Week Numero Qince

This week was absolute hellfire and damnation. I had to write an 8 page research paper, read Hemingway, write a paper on Hemingway, and poetry? Yeah it was really rough this week to try to poetry, so I used poems that I wrote last week. I wish I could go back there, last week was an inspiring time…

Anyway, we have things to discuss.

My first poem “Bird.” was written outside in our school courtyard. I saw this black bird swoop down into the courtyard and I was just inspired. I couldn’t figure out what to write about with my inspiration. So I wrote the word “bird” on this receipt I found in my book. The original copy of this poem is actually on a Toadstool receipt for Hemingway. Pretty great. So I imagined this happening at night in my mind’s eye, but I was writing it in the sun, so I was a little confused in my head. That was a struggle so I understand the confusing imagery. I personally like this poem, I like the idea, but I couldn’t execute well enough. Do better next time?

My second poem was also written in the courtyard, with my poem bff, Jules. In a way, I kind of wrote it for her. So yeah this is real personal. I love just spending time with her because she makes me feel better about myself and so happy, no homo. 😉 I tried to write my feeling down so I’m not sure how that went. Basically sunshine and happiness and yeah, rock n roll.

Well that’s about it for this week. I just cannot with poems this week, or life. I’m gunna be sick next week, so don’t expect anything too grand.

Also, sorry I didn’t work on the epic this week. There wasn’t enough time in the day, or night.

Bird.

black feathers

swooshing across the ground

like midnight ink

flying through the town

low across the building rooftops

rising under the moon

shadows cast upon the

cobblestone roads

take me with you

to that place you go

each night in your dreams

for i

like you

am stuck within low bearing walls

too weak to jump

too small to fly high enough

together

we can fly high enough

to get out of this place

because there is a better life

for me

and you.

ABCs of Disobedience pt. 2

Opprobrious Objects are often overthrown

Probably too powerfully proud for pupils


Quickly questioning their quarreling quarries

Ripening ripples of reason and revolution

Suddenly starting a state of strife


Taking turns telling truths untold

Underestimating his unrighteous undertakings


Viciously vitiating their vehemence violence

Winning wars, Wasting workers


Xenial xenicetisis, but xenophobic behavior

Opprobrious Objects are often overthrown


Taking turns telling truths untold

Yonder youth, yelling to live life yet

Zealous zonking after zestful zombification