The Poetry of Mars...
Most of these I've written for class, but a few have been written for fun and thrown in for the hell of it.
Insides As I sit with my mind a blank my insides twist and I fear I might break feelings around me so dark and dank as I sit with my mind a blank. Tests and problems I know I will tank sometimes when I sleep I fear I�ll not wake as I sit with my mind a blank my insides twist and I fear I might break. Buddy & Scamp Without any words I know how you feel when you're not near I miss you the most playing and purring and batting my heel without any words I know how you feel. Warm hugs and true love I wish I could steal to others I cant help but brag and boast without any words � I know how you feel! When you're not near I miss you the most. Smile I never even met you, But still you changed my life. I only knew you from the pictures on my wall, They were my only link to you. All I ever had was your smile, And now it�s gone. I never even met you, But I will mourn you forever. Bullets One hits your feet, piercing skin - shattering bones, your blood begins to escape. Another is at your knees, popping caps so you�ll never walk, your blood flees from your body like men from the plague. Then one is at your gut, popping it like a balloon, your blood whistles like air from its rubber prison. Now two are at your arms, crumbling like hollow twigs, your blood trails a river to your fingertips. The last one hits your heart, burrowing like a mole, your blood is only a trickle now��. Mind I have a million different minds, they play me like a puppet on a string. Some days, I am the proud roar of a lioness, but most days, I am only a tiny finch skittering around. Olalus Imi wadverto bisuo natssto erelic Atotius olalus nin aun mocell sto worcnus Imi dethio ohotineo bisuo erofintas Iquas yllus Imi ocelle aerven bisuo Erofintas Bisuo iwlunt syperp badic tiwc myo Otivament retteria wual sneppecer tara yest yduerp Yest salm iuy aun ottriad enmis Erofintas (Dictionary: Imi = I; wadverto = saw; bisuo = you; natssto = standing; erelic = there; Atotius = all; olalus = alone; nin = in; aun = a; mocell = room; sto = so; worcnus = crowded; dethio = wanted; ohotineo = to hold; erofintas = forever; Iquas = if; yllus = only; ocelle = could; aerven = reach; Bisuo = you; iwlunt = will; syperp = always; badic = be ; tiwc = with; myo = me; Otivament = no; retteria = matter; wual = what; sneppecer = happens; tara = to; yest = your; yduerp = body; salm = soul; iuy = is; aun = a; ottriad = part of; enmis = mine; Erofintas = forever.) I Know You Will I know I'll never have you again, we must say good-bye. I know I'll never feel your charmS again, we must say good-bye. I know I'll never hear your somber song again, but you said good-bye too soon..... You will follow me for eternity, and I can�t ever be free of you. You will be my first love for eternity, and I can�t ever be free of you. You will be a part of me for eternity, and the universe will never mend in the absence of you. Snap The gum pierced the silence in half, As she snapped it against her teeth, Shaking us awake from sleep, We glare at her, bitter. Pop The gum burst through the room, As she popped it on her tongue, Jolting us to rouse from our slumber, Scowling at her. Procrastination I can�t seem to make my brain work, Soon I�m gonna start to whine, Homework always makes me feel dumb. Some people think I�m just being a jerk, But I know I�m not, so I feel sublime, So forget homework, I�m gonna lay in the sun. Friendship What is your name? I used to call you my friend But you've been playing some kind of game I guess this friendship will not mend You had my love and my trust I used to call you my friend When I see you now I'm filled with disgust Just the thought of you makes me sick You had my love and my trust I never thought you could be such a dick I can't figure out who you've become Just the thought of you makes me sick Never again will you treat me like scum You can't haunt me anymore I can't figure out who you've become Being a friend shouldn't feel like a chore What is your name? You can't haunt me anymore You've been playing some kind of game. You Know Holding back is one way to lose everyone who you have ever loved more than yourself. Death Beauty full and plenty full is how you lived your life - now that it�s gone you�re still a Beauty. How to write a Cinquain. Fit the pieces together to make cute little pieces of art in a puzzle. Johnny Depp You are a sex object. You may not realize it now. But in the future you will see it�s true. Hitchcock Rainbows floating��in a sky so fogged and polluted. Cutting colors like the knife in �Psycho�. Maid What would someone think? If they saw how my behind is almost hanging out the window � That cool summer breeze is trying to steal my curtains If a stranger looked in and saw me now��.oy vey ��But just because he called me from my dinner date � At least I�m getting paid. The Castle in the Grass For Monet�s �Yellow and Mauve Irises� Do you know where we live? I bet you do. You see our home all the time. Every time you pass by your garden. You might think the tall grass and growing flowers are beautiful, but you would think differently if you saw our castle. Its beautiful white towers hovering over the yellow and mauve irises. You probably have not seen us, but we see you. We see you all the time. Every time you come to your garden. We are in the flowers and in the grass, watching you. Although you wouldn�t be able to see us, we�re too small for your eyes, too miniscule for your human brains. And our castle our beautiful castle, is so beautiful and majestic that your mundane eyes, and your miniscule brain could not understand its beauty or its wonder. And for that, we pity you every time we see you. The Doorway For the Pevensies It all started with a wardrobe, a door to a journey never known before- that would end with the final roar from an old lion. A horn called them from the mundane a door to a journey never known before that is what these children lived. A horn called them from the mundane and a painting swept them away- that is what these children lived through battles, beasts, kings and queens. And a painting swept them away, a door to nowhere became the way through battles, beasts, kings and queens- here, a lifetime passes with each of our days. A door to nowhere became the way, and with rings from dust the door opened again. Here, a lifetime passes with each of our days. It all started with a wardrobe, and with rings from dust the door opened again, that would end with the final roar from an old lion. I Am The Old Gentleman What would it feel like to know the truth? The truth of who I am, of what I am. To know that all your notions of good versus evil are completely wrong? To know that your silly beliefs have been misguided for all these years. To know that I created the beautiful And the horrible things To know that I am the one you prayed to in the darkness, and at the same time what you feared most. I am all there is, when you leave the earth behind I am the only one to bow down to How would you feel? Nothing to Smile About No more fun nothing to care about everyone can just forget about me it doesn't matter anyway We're all alone when we die The sky always looks gray there's nothing to smile about anymore nobody understands or cares I hate it all It feels like my lungs are working slower.... letting less and less air in my heart feels the pain from my loneliness my brain knows there's no way to forget about this feeling Does anybody realize how the things they say affect me? Does anyone care that I feel this way? no because they don�t know what it's like, they never will, because this is me, my feelings, nobody else's. They can't have them, as much as I want them to go away I don�t want anyone to say "I know how you feel" even though I've said it before I don�t want anyone to say "you'll snap out of it sooner or later" even though sooner or later I will forget about these feelings....for a while....... It's not their place to say those things to me because they think they're true. I Agree That Lord of the Rings is good, but nothing can compare to a lion who can pull you from Earth. You Have to Admit, Talking animals have a way of getting to you, when they tell you about their problems. There, Through the wardrobe lies a �nother world of wonder � with fauns and lions and witches abound! Who is Aslan? an old lion, who flies over as the world below watches him. Also, he talks. Y�Know�.. I can just imagine the look on Lewis� face��. when he closed his eyes and then saw�� a faun. As the Horn Blows� Oh��you stupid horn, leave me alone. I have things to do here in my own world. Can�t you wait? What a Novel Idea What a novel idea� of a place where kids can become the kings and queens of a new world. Aslan People are stupid, and by people, I mean humans. I never thought I�d call any living thing stupid. I only have myself to blame, because I shouldn�t have let them put me in��.this horrible place. I look at my fellow prisoner and can�t help but ask; Why do you let them do this to you my friend? Why don�t you tell them how they�re mistreating you? Tell them that they�re hurting you! Tell them how you feel! You must speak! Oh how I miss my own world. The bright spanning fields, the never-ending sky, the warm sunshine. I miss my little animal friends. What�s that old saying humans use�..�curiosity killed the cat�? --Well, just about. Can�t these silly humans see who I am? Why can�t they understand me? Why can�t I get out of this damned cage? --And get back to my home, where I am treated with the respect a king deserves. Generalized Anxiety Disorder Worries, worries, go away Let me keep my mind today. Let my lungs be filled with air Let me exist without a care. Let me focus in class and work Let me not be an ass or jerk. Let me sleep without medicinal assist I no longer want to contort or twist. Useless Dave�s birthday card waiting to be sent, my cell phone turned off, a crumpled pack of tissues from months ago, too many mechanical pencils that are out of led, my SUNY card with an ancient picture, a shopping list for the overpriced bookstore, my lucky pig that has yet to bring me any sort of luck, 2 keys hooked to 22 key chains, and a pack of sticky notes clinging to �The Practice of Poetry�. It's 115 Degrees Outside... For the Okapi For years, my best friend teased me - called me �homebody� and �momma�s girl." Then it happened, she moved - not just away� - but to the other side of the country. Where there is always sun, and heat, and sweat, and never � ever � five feet of snow. So she convinced me, �come visit!� And I did, I left the safe, familiar enclosure of home and braved the dank, clean, stifling airplane, and stepped out into Arizona. A girl who loves the snow, and the ice, and the wind & rain, standing in the middle of the desert. A striped Okapi lost in the middle of a deer park. No Writers Block in this Brain Of course I�ve been writing! Haven�t you seen me - scribbling thoughts onto napkins at dinner when no one is looking � I have NOT been blocked for three years. Oh, you mean, have I finished anything in the past three years? Sure I have. Something that wasn�t a homework assignment? Of course. And no, I do not feel as though my arteries have clogged and my heart will stop at any moment unless I put the pen to the paper very soon � I do not feel lost and bewildered because of the terror I feel every time I think it may have left me � I do NOT dream about once again writing as freely and unconstrained as I did when I was younger and unable to contain those crafty words. Futurama �The show that watches back� It�s the Simpson�s set in the future, except with a bunch of crazy aliens, including a lobster named Zoidberg and Bender, an alcoholic robot, and Amy Wong � who says �guh� like it�s her job � and everyone�s more than a little stupid. But no matter how stupid Matt Groenings future is, still cool, because it�s Groening � guh! Who wouldn�t want to live with aliens? And have a robot for a best friend, and Zoidberg for a doctor? Oh that Zoidberg, he�s a stupid one � but Bender, now that robot is the real attraction of the future, no matter how many aliens there are, his wild nights of guh -zzling booze like it�s his job, will always be guh -rate! But Zoidberg is my favorite alien, if you couldn�t tell. He�s so stupid, it�s hilarious. But there�s more to this show set a thousand years in the future than him, or the drunken robot. There are tons of other robots, guh! As well as mutants, god, famous heads, and Nibbler running amok in the future, and I won�t let you forget good ol� Zoidberg. It might all seem stupid to someone who is alien to the concept - or someone who hates aliens. But I can't hate the robots, or the silly, stupid jokes. And if I start saying �guh� on a regular basis, or start walking like Zoidberg, or dreaming of living in the future, then perhaps aliens have come down and guh -zzled my brain, or maybe the robot or Zoidberg have made me a stupid, Futurama-watching nerd for the future.
(I'm lazy and didn't want to type them all out....)
Here are the poems I've done so far this year (05) for class....
ICE Step out- side, your lungs skip a beat at the blast of frigid air bulldozing through them while in side you die. Step out of your mind, and fall into the hands of humidity and heart beats. Behind those lungs, under that heart, is where the words start to bubble up from, they�re not hiding any more. It�s time to free them from that prison in your mind. Let them ooze out, drip from your pores, bleed onto the page � poetry is what leaks out when you crack your skull on the cold ice. CROOKED CORNER Crooked Corner stood as a hole in hell, fostering more than just boozers and village idiots. Within it�s sedimentary scope lies the pumping blood of the devil�s aorta. For blather had its boozers and idiots suspect that a scoundrel had wormed his way inside. A squirming maggot within the moldy heart of a dusty, long-lost love. Five souls lost alone in a crowd, sent wandering by his greedy bones. How could the tainted pigs let him flee? No one would ever understand that. How could he slither inside and lie there forever? Legend tells of his greasy wings extending forever over our murky eyes. THAT FIRST HELLO Cutting through those fiery clouds. Tired dog eyes awed by that bright the empty time spent while watching as those steaming hot coals reap ruin and carnage on our days. Say good-bye to that great love that bleary tough angered sky un- done by his seeping, sharp-tongued throat. Own that which is your space, and kiss the broken rock you lay your crown on. See those clouds bleed red to pour aching life down upon. "I want to hug myself forever." Your mind says pitched up high and bruised by forever�s time as it whips life into an aching fit. Unwavering is that wretched smile that finds its rhyme BEEP BEEP BEEP As I silenced times screams, the sun pierced my corneas. Roaming blind through the dark, careening through that stark and empty space. I ran into the door and laughed at my shoulder�s pounding flesh. As I floated down that dank hallway, I affirmed that for some, the sound of their own voice is hypnotic. AN ODE TO YOU classroom chair, You are my end. My doom. You swallow my life up - - into a cloak of wicked slumber. Along with so many more forsaken students, getting tired. WHY I AM A POET Words go in and words come out. Some are worth your life, others only your weight in gold. Some bring a champion to his knees others only bring the blood from his wrists. DEAR JONATHAN, Without you, I am a � lone in my soul. A life � time ago it seems you were mine. Although you were just a dream in my heart. Splitting it in half with a meat cleaver soaked in your own life. How could you ever lose the light? I left it on for you in the starless black. Maybe sneaking hordes stole you from your journey. Or maybe you just got sick of my ache for you. I guess you won�t ever tell me. I just wanted to tell you that you were never for gotten. ABSOLUTLY It doesn�t taste good. It rarely goes down smooth. It eats away at your throat from the inside out. But from afar � it can be beautiful. It can make you snicker, make you laugh, make you rip it in half. On the laminated page it sits, insignificant at best illuminating at least. Taunting your taste buds - or maybe not. But even if you just pass it by� it will watch you leave, giggling.
