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.

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Destroyer of Moons (Final Draft?)

The deep sorrows of

the universe were melted

by its many moons.


The gentle, pale light

merging woes into

stars, turning the earth.


But the rise of suns

gave way to infinitely

more sorrows within.


And thus mankind is

born into reality

while Nature loses hope.


Mother is sickened.

Weaker and weaker she grows,

as man consumes her


in his life-long quest

for glory and riches:

he destroys all things.


Fire born from water.

He betrays Mother Nature

with his ignorance.


He burns the rivers,

and kills all the water

dwelling creatures.


Animals of the land

are driven from their homes,

in a search of


unburnt water,

that remains untouched by man’s

abundant foolishness.


But Mother turns away

from her true children, the

helpless creature of earth.


She does not help them,

for she has faith in mankind,

that he will douse


His own flame,

and reunite with his creator,

His Mother Nature.


Mankind takes advantage

of his loving Mother,

And continues to burn the rivers.


The creatures of earth

flee from their homes,

their safe havens.


When they suffer,

their Mother suffers more

as man destroys all things.


He will smite her,

and all of her children:

Everything she once held dear.


Mother knows she must

annihilate her sons and daughters

if the universe


is to endure time.

Man heeds no warning and still

he births fire from water.


In an attempt to

quench the flames, Mother descends

to meet her abomination.


Below, mankind lives

On still unaware of his pending

destruction.


Winds whirl and wisp away

the innocent and the guilty.

The earth quakes under


his unburdened feet.

Cracks engulf the foolish without

remorse or compassion.


Mother punishes her children

for their painful betrayal.

No man shall live.


Through the night,

Mother tosses and turns,

sleepless in nightmares.


She is enraged by

the sins of her new creations,

and executes every soul.


No man shall live

through to see the end

of night or rise of suns.


The moons will prevail.

Mother ensures all sorrows

will melt along with


Man and his desolation.

The creatures hide from Mother,

they fear her wrath.


They know what it is

their beloved Mother can do

to her disobedient children.


As dawn arrives the

scene is illuminated.

Mother destroyed her


children and their

Wickedness. She sends them

to a dark hole where


Fire plagues the guilty,

as it had plagued their Mother.

Eternity will be


engulfed by the flames

of the foolish and the selfish.

Mother Nature reigns supreme.

 

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.