In this section I wanted to share some of my own creative writings as well as those of my friends. If any of you have any work that you'd like me to put up you can send them to me at [email protected] Please do not use these works without my permission!
Erin's Car by Shannon
I'm staring at the rusty moon
With the window rolled down
My hand out, cupped,
Trying to catch the wind in my palm
Savoring the moment
Leaning my head against the frame of the car
Wishing right now could be forever
Wishing I could see the stars through
the smog in the sky
Closing my eyes and feeling the vibrations
Of the car inside my body
Peaceful, familiar, and real
I cup my palm and try to hold onto the wind
Try to hold onto the moment
And remember the strange noises the car makes
The creaking of the window as it rolls down
The blaring of the radio through the night air
Sleeping by Shannon
A crack of light falling in through the open window
as the drape falls away her face is illuminated
dried tears on a sleeping face
unconsciously biting her lip
The canvas is black in the shadow of night
Thick oil covering the image
of pain and love that was splashed on
Strokes of heartache
Bleeding through the pure white
41 Shots by Shannon
This poem is about the shooting death
of Amadou Diallo by New York Police
They stand in rows
Silent, granite images of rememberance
Tears run tracks down ebony skin
Soot-black veils cast leaden shadows on their faces
The silence hangs in the air
Heavy with their sadness
And stained by crimson blood
It drips slowly from the heavens
Splashing into scarlet pools at their feet
They are mourning a man
(Friend Son Brother)
Who's life ran out of him in ruby streams
His strong bronze body
Riddled with holes
From silver slugs of ignorance
They stand in rows
When finally the silence is broken it is
Not by man,
But by a single bird
A burning flame against the slate-gray sky
Who begins to sing
Twisted Dreams by Shannon
Above a monument of waste
Raw silhouettes
Smear electric impressions
On metal canvases
Wild experiments of pain
Transformed into concrete ideas
A fiery scream
Rips through the purple latex sky
Creating an obscene gash
Through which frozen angels
Fall onto concrete ground
Shattering into crystal shards
Dissolving into black dust
Mother by Shannon
Mother, they tell me you were a sculptor.
Shaping our lives on that spinning wheel.
Turning us into beautiful, sturdy works of art.
With love and talent you crafted us,
and showed us to the world.
Mother, they tell me you were a gardener.
Planting our seeds in your fertile soil.
Nourishing us with happiness and warmth.
Your gentle hands supported our fragile stems.
You watched us grow strong and tall through adversity,
and showed us how to survive
Mother, they tell me you were a teacher.
Guiding our minds to amazing things.
Opening our hands and our hearts to the world
You ignited the spark that burns inside us,
and showed us how to use it.
A Wonderful Poem by my friend Kate Thanks Kate!
Be careful who you love my friend
and who you let love you
Sometimes you must say no
Because some do not hold on to friends
and others will not let go
For me it is too late my friend
no matter how far the trip
because I have on you my friend
the firmest ever grip.
And now, some poems by Adrienne Skye
"It is time to explain myself...let us stand up."
I am the forbidden voice
I am the unfortunate daughter
I am the ripened soul
I am the pitied fool
I am the immortal human
I am the innocent liar
I am the sheltered baby
I am the ticking time bomb
I am the shipwrecked survivor
I am the loaded gun
I am the alluring siren
I am the filthy whore
I am the dying woman
I am the lover you dream about
I am the death that causes you to weep
I am the little child with scraped knees
I am the fall of our society, our America
I am content at the sound of my own laughter
and the taste of my running tears
I rejoice at the thought of my rebirth
I surrender at the though of your return
A poet, who invites you with crooked fingers into
the marriage of my storm, may you taste my
revolution brewing from beneath my wings,
unspeakable is my thirst for endless nights and
foolish apologies. I once was a red girl.
Let us now pray.
Strips of Neon by ASR
wound tightly around
female form
bright lights
carry me home
strip me of all neon
and you will find
a house with
blank white walls
waiting to be thought upon
anxious nail biting
waiting
for the pain to come
and rob the walls of their
beauty
strips of neon
beauty
strip me of all neon
and you will find
an angry girl
loud motorcycle voice
red neon angry eyes
question
"what is wrong with me?"
what is wrong with me?
cover me
in strips of neon
and you'll be safe
warm happy
neon girl
lights flicker from
behind the plastic colored coating
you don't see
only strips of neon
me
Blues Haiku #1 by ASR
enter grey green eyes
through door of disappointment
dim the flames of love
Blues Haiku #2 by ASR
my face is scarred from
your goodbyes. somehow i don't
think this is the end
Haiku by ASR
the colors drip to
your empty canvas from the
sunset of my soul
MY ANGELou by ASR
I come to her for guidance
and am swimming in her words
I once was lead through halls of glory, I say
fields of gold and skies of blue
I once danced with prophets
and sang with saints
I once was placed upon the highest beam of light
But now, I say
the wind has torn down
the kingdom of my dreams
But now I find my home in the dirt
and crawling stance
But now I trip over words
and stumble through sentences
and find solace in the darkness
And what am I to do?
She lends to me an eager ear
and whispers through black ink words
Still you Rise
like the very dust
you Rise
I come to her for guidance
and she reminds me through
dusty library books
that even Phenomenal Women
get the blues
And so
I rise
I rise
I rise
OUR LOVE by ASR
Our Love
stale like Bread
left on the kitchen counter
too long
waiting to be devoured
But grows hard with time
we try to break it open
Try to rekindle what is
rightfully ours
Bit all the while
we forget
that what's done is done
and Our Hands must Let Go
of this
gentle fight
YOU WHO by ASR
You who think yourself so low
Take a look at others sufferings
You whose faith interrupts intelligence
Listen closely to the teachings of others
You who minimizes my pain
Remember the meaning of friendship
You who falls too short of strong
Never name yourself among the weak
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