The poem I promised for my favorite girl :]

So I hear that you two are taking a camping trip?

I hope you won't mind if I come with.

No, it's not a question

It's more than a suggestion

Hah, we've got the plan

So I'll get my man

At least, I think I can

But you might have slipped

Into the poison grip

Of that baby bitch

That slut makes me itch

But look she's so sweet

Oh wait, that's why you got swept off your feet

I guess all guys like some sugar that easy

But after ten minutes, how are you not queasy?

Ok, now we've got the fire

And she's got your desire

You brought me a friend

That's nice, but I'm not interested

But that cup that was filled

Is making him thrilled

And we're talking and joking and flirting too?

Are we really discussing if I'm a Jew?

This night feels so strange

My thoughts are all derranged

Let's try and sleep

Shit, my hair just won't keep

All in one place

Boy, get out of my face!

Stay away from my neck

GOD, will those two learn some respect?

Or is it us because we're the ones talking?

Next morning comes and we're all walking

Our separate way, and you know what?  That's fine

You go get yours, cause I'm still getting mine

Maybe not today, tomorrow or the next

But you better believe once I get the best

I'll be getting better than you'll ever know

Time to find a new boy, not too fast or slow

And once I find him, you know what he'll be?

The luckiest guy, cause that boy will have me

refrigerator magnet poetry inspiration

If the phone don't ring

Then you'll know it's me

Oh no, she's acting single

And I'm drinking doubles

If love were oil, I'd be a quart low

I'm pretty sure I liked you better before

If your glove doesn't fit

Then you'll know this is it

Oh no, she's getting fussy

And I'm your favorite hussy

If love were hot weather, then I'm bound to snow

I'm pretty sure I liked you better before

If your gearshift gets stuck

Then you've cashed in on luck

Oh no, she'll call you baby

And I'll just call me crazy

If love were drugs then I'm a bad batch of blow

I'm pretty sure I liked you better before

If your fridge gets all hot

Then you'll see what I'm not

Oh no, she's one to covet

But I'll just rise above it

If love were parked cars then I'm getting towed

I'm pretty sure I liked you better before

If your doorknob breaks

Then you've found your mistake

Oh no, she's causing problems

And I'm not gonna solve them

If love was climbing stairs then I'm ten steps below

I'm pretty sure I liked you better before

If your camera won't click

Then you're bout to get sick

Oh no, she's so demanding

But my mind is expanding

If love's in hyper speed, then I'm taking it slow

I'm pretty sure I liked you better before

If you just found your keys

Then you'll know it's me

Oh yes, her words are taunting

And I'm the one you're wanting

If love is a stage then we're bout to start the show

I think I like you just as much as before

Portfolio Piece 2nd Quarter: Narritive

The Encounter

Hearts pound

Blood boils inside twisted veins

Giving each that

Heavy-breathing

Unruly kind of feeling

Every time their eyes meet

A million words exchange

With not a single syllable spoken

In both their minds

It seems impossible

So they try and play pretend

She walks in the room like always

The papers he hands her

Leaves a magnetic pull in her core

And she doesn't care

About age or commitment

Or even hierarchy

But it has to be

A problem for him

Time passes

The pressure builds

Until one day

When she's about to

Be gone for good

She brings up the subject

While in a bold mood

They both freeze

He starts to walk away

She feels like an idiot

He doesn't leave

But closes the door

She is stunned

In confusion

And possibility

The lock slides in

One loud click

And tension becomes

Released in

A fury of action

They both leave the office

Like the day had been nothing special

Freewrite 12.10.08, Cradle Of Desire

I was nervous

Standing on such a high cliff

With jagged rocks of rejection

And the sharp, broken pieces of shame

Covering the bottom, 

A valley called failure

Before I could decide to walk away

The top crumbled,

And I came spiraling down

Caught mid-air into

A cradle of desire

That looked

And smelled

And felt

Like you

I found myself

Rolling with excitement

And cuddling with flirtation

Then, in an instant

I pictured you

Lifting off and flying away

And the cradle, melting out of thin air

And my fragile body tumbling

Over the rocks and broken pieces

My bones shattered and my blood spilling

The cradle rocked

Between Ecstasy and Panic

And I couldn't tell

If the cushions were soft and light

Or frozen, and I was just blissfully numb

I knew there weren't

Safety bags or seat belts

No insurance or garuntees

And I didn't even mean to fall

But the cradle took me in and

Now I'm it's helpless babe

Just lying with my destiny

Entrusted in its

Flaky, Inconsistent crib

Every moment teetering

On crashing down alone

Or flying up with you

Freewrite 12.09.08 and I'll warn you this was an angry day

I look at you and I look at him
I look at you two together and
I feel my teeth clentching
My fists balled up
Fueled by anger
Turning snow white
But feeling nothing so peaceful

Violence churns in my stomach
Mixed with the frustration of
What's in front of me
And I want to throw it up
Over both pairs of
Your beautiful, perfect feet

Demon eyes replace my own
And agression makes its way
Into my shoulders now
Teeming with tension
Exacerbated by my
History's repetition

Little moon shaped marks
Decorate the bottoms of my hands
Thanks to the mix of long nails
And my dry paws trying to
Crush themselves into oblivion

Every swallow pushes back hundreds of words
Every breath attempts at coercing calm back into me
(Good luck with that)
Every urge to lash out on the nearest whatever is
Diminished by shudders and a steady brain
That will not the body get out of control

When either of you face me, walk with me, talk to me
The girl you like to know
The one who is goofy and FRIENDly
And not a single scrap more
Will wash over in disguise that
You will not recognize and
The second you leave
I'll be a monster again

It's no wonder that you're together
And I'm happy for you both
Honest

We are doing villanelles in writing through lit and I think I like them

Life at the top don't taste so sweet

Who has made it look so dandy?

You'll feel the drama, lies, and heat

Your enemies'll trail you down the street

They'll crush your dreams like sugar candy

Life at the top don't taste so sweet

Your critics won't miss a single beat

And when you hear the boys get randy

You'll feel the drama lies and heat

You're up for serving like a piece of meat

The downsides are expanding

Life at the top don't taste so sweet

Just like high school, everyone cheats

And you're finding malice is just too handy

You'll feel the drama, lies and heat

To survive it all is no easy feat

The texture of this life is grit and sandy

Life at the top don't taste so sweet

You'll feel the drama, lies and heat

I saw a legend last night

I saw BB King live at the DPAC last night, and it was incredible.  I want to start posting pictures along with my writing, I feel like this blog is quite limp so far.  I also plan to change the layout, it's looking a little busted.   But alas, I am far too tired for all of that now.

I'm supposed to write and elegy or a narrative poem for my Writing Through Literature class.  I tried tonight and did not accomplish either.  As soon as I do, I'll put it up.  I'll put up the stuff for the literary magazine as soon as I finish editing and submitting all of it.

This might not be for awhile because I'm in a play right now (which I will for sure put pictures up of) But for now, it is bedtime