So I haven't used this site in a few years but I have a poem that I want to type up and actually put somewhere and I figured what better place than an old creative writing blog?
This is not the first time I have
inked your name onto the paper.
But I feel
you deserve
to have graphite
slice you down
with emotions changing at every moment.
You enfuse me with creativity
and imagination
and DREAMS.
You force me to argue my beliefs
and unearth new ones;
Laugh,
and practice my "not searching your soul" smile.
A name that hiccups out of my jaw
for no more than a few seconds.
I reject
and refuse
every view you have,
yearning for approval
while holding onto my own so-called morality,
trying to shovel in
your wisdom,
many would simply call words.
Beauty is in my eyes
knowing you make me think
and believe
and admit I don't know all of the answers,
and can't control all of the results.
But one fact I can mark as true:
I feel an intellectual crush coming on.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Impossible Puzzle- for my wife
I don’t understand your face.
Passion of anger
forgetting acceptance.
Love for those
who don’t deserve it,
but you refuse to take it back.
You say the pieces
of your broken heart
will not fit back together,
but they don’t need to.
Give them away,
they’re just pieces.
Once you let go
a new organ will appear,
and this time your brain
will have memories
of past wrongs
so your heart can breath free,
living a little longer
with every skipped beat.
Passion of anger
forgetting acceptance.
Love for those
who don’t deserve it,
but you refuse to take it back.
You say the pieces
of your broken heart
will not fit back together,
but they don’t need to.
Give them away,
they’re just pieces.
Once you let go
a new organ will appear,
and this time your brain
will have memories
of past wrongs
so your heart can breath free,
living a little longer
with every skipped beat.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Rain on your wedding day is not that bad
When I think of America I feel glad
that its not me
and my family
on those commercials
where the children need 18 dollars a month to survive,
but don't even have that.
And I think of how much worse it could be
then just high gas prices and over population.
We take this country
and all it has to offer
and spin it to hate and corruption.
When I think of America I feel
that everyone in the world hates us
because we don't ahve time to love ourselves
since you can't make a dime
off of true love.
that its not me
and my family
on those commercials
where the children need 18 dollars a month to survive,
but don't even have that.
And I think of how much worse it could be
then just high gas prices and over population.
We take this country
and all it has to offer
and spin it to hate and corruption.
When I think of America I feel
that everyone in the world hates us
because we don't ahve time to love ourselves
since you can't make a dime
off of true love.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Free Write
This needs some major work...
I have my mother's eyes.
Blue piercing through all that look
upon the curves of our family inheritence.
Fierce with passion for the ones we love
and the ones we want to love us.
X-ray beams that can shoot across
to the one we do not believe,
understanding the truth behind their opaque eyes.
Filled with care for those who do not deserve it
worrying about all others
before the though comes about ourselves.
But our eyes are different in one way
her belief stands that there is trust in all people.
But I have read too many liars
to believe that there are many who should be trusted.
I have my mother's eyes.
Blue piercing through all that look
upon the curves of our family inheritence.
Fierce with passion for the ones we love
and the ones we want to love us.
X-ray beams that can shoot across
to the one we do not believe,
understanding the truth behind their opaque eyes.
Filled with care for those who do not deserve it
worrying about all others
before the though comes about ourselves.
But our eyes are different in one way
her belief stands that there is trust in all people.
But I have read too many liars
to believe that there are many who should be trusted.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Alex can't read
Bow down for I am your Cod. Yes Cod. :)
Look! There's a lonly cow!
Hey! Cow!
If I were a cow, that would be me.
Look! There's a lonly cow!
Hey! Cow!
If I were a cow, that would be me.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Random Thought
So this line just kind of came to me one day and I haven't really been able to do anything with it but I thought I would share it:
Our freak outs are ledgendary when the hairy spider the size of an atom crawls across the floor.
Have fun :)
Our freak outs are ledgendary when the hairy spider the size of an atom crawls across the floor.
Have fun :)
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