Accident

This is a little poem I wrote recently. I was in the car with my Dad and he was trying to get us somewhere on time. He was driving a little too fast, and our little rental car didn't seem like it would hold well if we crashed. Needless to say I spent the entire car ride thinking about what would happen if we got in an accident. Accident. Isn't it a lovely word? On one hand it is a car crash and on the other it is an unfortunate mishap. Anyway, this poem has a 3 syllable title, then alternates six and nine syllable stanzas. Each stanza gets longer by one line. It was an interesting format I made up for this little poem.

Accident
My father is angry.

Our compact car rattles in the wind;
I feel the metal stripping away.

The petal to the floor;
Zooming down the highway,
Cutting all the corners.

I see the cars before us approach,
Yet my father does not hesitate:
He swerves our car never dropping speed;
Always eighty miles per hour.

I cling to anything—
Whatever is at hand:
Water bottle, cell phone;
My heart slows, my breath held,
My gaze fixed straight ahead.

I think about if I would feel pain,
If my head through the windshield would hurt,
If I would hear the crunch and the screams,
Or if my ears would ring with silence;
I imagine the dislocation,
The pain of the seatbelt on my chest.

Heavy metal on me,
My legs are immobile,
My gaze still fixed ahead,
I feel nothing at all,
I taste blood in my mouth;
I wait for the impact,
But it never arrives.

Duality - A year later

So it has been a year since I last posted a poem on this little gem. I guess you could say life got in the way. I have only recently returned to poetry--its short yet simple expression embracing me once again. ((I guess I have become more artsy too?)) Anyway. This poem is more based around syllables and rhythm than a specific idea.

Duality
The rain falls silently in the busy city:
Dripping, soaking, darkening the masses' spirits.
Ominous clouds over head on a sunny day;
Waiting for the rainbow to cover the sky.
No end is in sight; no beginning to recall.

A glint, a glimmer, a reflection of the sky:
The mirror of the soul, the eye of the likeness,
Never looking past the outside of the structure.
We are trapped inside by our fears and our regrets;
Looking out at the structures's reflective surface.

We see ourselves, we see the rain: falling, crashing.
Wishing and waiting for the sun to reappear;
Hope brought by a double rainbow is redemption,
And nothing to do but simply wait.
The rain falls silently in here; the dark clouds loom.

Death of a Sigh

This is one of the worst, most random poems I have written, though we all have one of those I guess. This one failed because I tried to rhyme. Which should just never happen again. But I owe you this rhyme. Mostly because I like the nonsense of that last four lines. They have a nice rhythm and sound even if the meaning is less than sensical.

Death of a Sigh
I always try
and yet all I seem
to do is die.
And anything I deem
important ends
up a lie.
Time bends
I don't know why.
I can hardly grasp
what method by
which you clasp
all meanings of a sigh.

Musical Theatre

My favourite actor, Andy Mientus, is leaving the Spring Awakening Tour Cast in mid March. And it is a very sad day. I hope to see him continue on and keep performing because we need more amazing actors and singers like him. Broadway is dying and I hope he helps bring it back.

Musical Theatre
It takes a
special kind of
person to really
appreciate musical theatre.
Most people don't
understand the beauty
created on stage.
I can not
do it alone.
People like you
keep musical theatre
alive.

People Watching

This is a diamonte poem... it actually has a cute little formula. I bet most people made them when they were in elementary school.

People Watching

people watching

interesting, bizarre

stalking, creeping, preying

make up your own history for them

watching, gazing, questioning

creepy, fun

observing

Frustration

There are a lot of student run clubs at my school, and sometimes I find it frustrating to be governed by other students who think they know better but don't. And I don't get angry, just... frustrated.

Frustration
Open up to the ideas of others
then realize you know better.
Through pursed lips nothing passes,
an open mind closes just a little.
You have no power, but you should.
Listen to the voices in your head
and keep quiet, keep calm.
Pent up anger will never expire,
will never disperse
and you are stuck with
Frustration.

Haiku

So, I was searching the internet and found someone's Haiku blog. It made me realize I have never written a fomulated poem. And then I tried to write a haiku and realized how hard it really is. So this is the fail haiku that I came up with.

Haiku
Hardly long enough
Searching for a true meaning
Harder than you think

Who am I?

So, I haven't really been posting much. I was taking a mental break. It seemed like almost permanent writers block. Thankfully, a few months later, I'm *hopefully* over it. This is a little poem I wrote for a friend who has been going through identity issues recently.

Who am I?
Who am I but anyone who I wish
They tell me it is not so
And I can't, so they say, hide under my mask.
But when I come out they attack
And tell me I'm wrong.
To be who I am.
Who am I?
Who they want me to be,
Or who I am?
For they are not one in the same.

Friendship

I've been at camp recently and haven't had time to write much... so sorry. I guess right now, I'm just inspired by being surrounded by people who I call friends, but I've only known for like 4 weeks... It is a weird sort of relationship.

Friendship
I see them all the time
when they're there,
And I talk to them about everything
that comes up.
I feel like they think
they know me;
I know they don't just like
I don't know them.
And yet still we're friends.
Side by side.
Always there for each other.
Never failing.
Yeah there's drama,
but we don't know each other,
trust each other.
So what makes us friends?

The Answer

The Answer is an awesome song by Joe Iconis. From his fail musical, The Black Suits. It is an amazing song. I love it. You can find it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0c8j0g2B8Es Anyway, there is this one line I love and so I wrote a poem about it. The poem is sort of random and I feel like it is just a lot of random words thrown together to make a vague idea of sense. Also, the lines are really long. Which is abnormal for me. But anyways, here it is. The Answer: or lack there of.

The Answer
Eternal words echoing endlessly, never hearing always understanding:
Maybe for once I’ll really try, or fuck it all and just get high
Cause that’s an answer… feels like an answer.
It seems so true and distant and fake and irrelevant;
Getting high is never an option and yet
It all seems so real, so relevant, so in your face.
It’s not defying, rather being, rather trying.
Finding the answer is a hopeless venture:
A tireless, hopeless venture we still yearn after, always hoping.
I don’t know, I’ll never know, I don’t want to know
Anything and everything and the answer.
Death is the meaningless void with which we fill eternity
And the answer can only be found in that instant:
Stuck between the two ideas of now and eternity.