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.

Moments

The music sounds like my soul:

each clap and tap and rhyme

mimicking the flow of the voices

in my heart, telling me to

join in the fun and leave

my worries behind;

to dance and sing;

to shine and be carried away

by the winds of change.

To change.

To enjoy the poems of the people I love,

and the beautiful personalities that

wrote them so tenderly.

To change. To listen to their voices,

the voices in my heart

telling me to leave my worries

behind and appreciate the

ever fleeting, awe-inspiring moments.