It’s another “create” week, and I’m in Arizona!
Tag: Poetry
Advice.
This post might sound very odd, but it’s an imitation of a poem we read today, called “Girl” by a poet named Jamaica Kincaid. This is a list of various pieces of advice my parents have given me over the years.
Continue reading “Advice.”
Ramblings from Oregon
Because the computers on campus are somewhat inconvenient to get to and to be at, I decided to blog while I had the chance. My writing has been going very well, since that’s basically all I do. I read some, then I am given a general thought and am told to write about it for five to ten minutes. It yields interesting results. Examples: Continue reading “Ramblings from Oregon”
Let’s get in a groove, in a groove!
(Sing today’s blog title to the tune of “let’s get physical!”)
Billboards
You are the same
Just like everyone else
The same clothes
Off the same shelves
The same names plastered
Across your chests
You feel powerful
You think it’s the best
You pay to be a billboard
Conformist to the peak
But something no one knows
Is that conformity is weak
I buy my clothes cheaper
They look the same as yours
But still you turn away from me
A strong, opposing force
I’m different and you hate it
But inside you know it’s true
That at the end of all your days
I shop smarter than you
Such a Mess
Just one phone call
It’s better than what it could have been
But in itself, it sucks
Just as bad
Why did it happen?
should I be worried?
Should I be afraid?
What else am I supposed to say?
What else am I supposed to do?
Suicide won’t sovle
I’m glad he saved your life
I don’t know what I’d do
If someone else had made that call,
With different news.
you have no idea
Human disease
What have we come to?
Money fills you up with greed
Together we stand weaker
We are the human disease
Trashing all the forests
But not replanting the seed
Fouling up the ozone
We are the human disease
Some think they’re better than others
Most think they’re better than me
Stereotypes lead to suicide
We are the human disease
Not knowing what we’re meant to do
A ring with all the wrong keys
Searching for a purpose
We are the human disease
Material things important
The group who is crowded has three
Everyone feels alone all the time
We are the human disease
A poem from last year, sometime in the first quarter
Totally useless
Dead on my feet
Catching up on the sleep
I didn't get last night
What's the point
Of coming to school
If I can't focus on
My work?
For what conceivable reason
Could I be here
Other than for
Cruel and unusual punishment?
I hate school.
Egotystical energy
EGOTYSTICAL ENERGY
Ever noticed
What people run on?
Like gas in a car
or food for a bird?
I, self
the definition of ego
people are fueled
if they think themselves heros
without success
or money or brains
what else have you got
so you dont feel lame?
Complete disregard of what's inside
Unkindled, unalive
Why have we let the best fall away?
Why do we want only money today?
The true good in humans
is what's in their hearts
not what they wear
not where they start
So, all you people, heed what I say
Don't ask for money
Don't ask for success
They'll come as they may
So don't make a mess
I drew the short straw
I DREW THE SHORT STRAW
Looking around
What do I see?
Everyone else
Is taller than me
I crane my neck
to see into their eyes
It takes more effort
to see through their lies
Bottom of the food chain
Bottom of the growth chart
But my height doesn't change
what I have in my heart.