Age: 17 years 1 months 12 days
8:15pm
Aye, I need to write my memory poem and my image poem. They’re both due today or tomorrow and I just can’t think of something to write about. I can think of many topics that I feel strongly about such as religion, evolution, individuality, love / hate, thought / education, prejudices, meaninglessness, passion, labels, stereotypes, trying to know something / someone, movies, people / relationships, music and I almost cried thinking about then because I am so passionate about them. And I would love to express any of these but when I go to write this poem I’m just worried that it will be normal. I’m too worried about the poem. It’s not supposed to be like this. I’m also fascinated by a variety of things such as time, water, fire, reflections, leaves, the moon, outer space, thoughts / philosophies and how people think, light, trees, life. There’s so much beauty in the world ( from American Beauty but I fully agree). I’m fascinated by vision ( maybe because my eyesight is so poor) end different languages. Color has amazed me. And a poem, it could be about any of these things. But I don’t know how to capture my passion with words. That’s what I love about poetry, a capture something, it seized it in a different light, contemplates it, sees its beauty. Some films do that too and that’s why I’m so interested in them and passionate about making a movie.
Ah, And then for the memory poem, how in the world am I supposed to pick one memory? There are so many good things to write about.
I never knew how horrible people can be
but I’ve realized it more and more
especially in myself
I say the worst things for the sake of conversation.
my friends sits alone at lunch everyday
because no one can spare the time of day.
I usually don’t care to notice things like that.
I joined a club for the sake of knowledge
and my dad worried that I turned gay
how can I care about the worst things?
I don’t know
but it shouldn’t be that easy to lose track of
what really matters!…?
8:49pm
Whenever someone anyone finds out I play the drums
I always tell them:
“ I’ve wanted to play the drums
since I was three but my parents –
they never thought I was serious”
I’m not even sure that’s true.
( 3 years old is probably an exaggeration)
but I have my drums now
and, boy, did I work for them…
I slaved in the blistering Heat
but most of the time
it might have been snowing
all that mattered was the prize.
And I won it
yuck, this is so sad. I can’t even finish it. Ewe!
Mind vs. Computer
Black
it’s hot in here
No dial-tone
But always connected
The ornithologist told me
these were last season’s style
but I like them
they let me see
Smells like a lost summer’s dream
Ah! the candy shop just down the road;
it smells like a dream
with its brown, buttered beatles
And baby back blues
Tastes like a sunbeam
In ones wrinkled old shoes
From What’s Love Got To Do With It?
“The Lotus is a flower that grows in the mud. The thicker and deeper the mud the more, the more beautiful the Lotus blooms.
This thought is expressed in the Buddhist chant:
Nam myoho renge kyo”
Sunroof open
Smiles drawn
On a warm summer day
I was on my way to work
I was walking to work
in the Antarctic snow
when I came across some railroad tracks.
I would have walked over them but
one problem
a train had parked its big caboose there
so I waited several minutes
but soon I would be a caveman
motionless until discovered.
So I worked up a plan
I would climb over the train –
problem solved.
I climbed the mountain
but the downhill wasn’t easier
for at the point of no return
the train smashed my trust –
It started a snail
but I could tell it was a cheetah.
What else could I do?
I didn’t want to end up a bum in Albany,
so I jumped,
or I tried to, but my body betrayed me.
My hand forgot to loosen
it’s fearsome fighting fist
from the metal train.
Then upon realization of this fact
my hand lost its courage
(or fear if you must)
and failed me once again
as I plummeted into sure pain
Resulting in a plummet
that smelled of a lost summer dream nightmare
when I made contact
it wasn’t from an understanding
No! This was to taste
the wet winter blues.
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