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.

More 6 Word Memoirs

Okay, so I haven't written in a while. Not just here, but in general. I'm having a very long mental block... The best I could come up with was this... which I find both good and bad. I feel like a) It is too simple and b) there is too much that it could mean.

Dear Chris, I loved you. Jane

Gypsy Step

This is a poem based upon the story of two young lovers who reside in Harlem, New York in 1899. It is based off of an RP (technically a gabbly but it is still an RP) that I am a part of with another girl... The title is based off of the two lovers. One is a gypsy the other likes to sit on "his" step. So yeah. I love fictional romance; it is so romantic.

Gypsy Step
You and I
sitting
quiet resistance
quiet love
a brief moment
to live
to love
to be.
A star
a rose
a hidden past
to kiss
passing moments
passing fears
hoping
us.

Shove Your Foot Back Up Your Ass

This is a venting poem. It expresses that feeling of when you don't get something you wanted (a job perhaps) and they can't just reject you, they have to be like "you were a really good canidate BUT..." We've all felt this or something similar. I want this poem to be pretty universal so I won't focus too much on the personal side of this poem. Also, the title is slightly random but absolutely amazing.

Shove Your Foot Back Up Your Ass
It wouldn't hurt me
to tell me what I know.
It would only ever hurt me
if you tried to make excuses.
It would hurt if you said
I was good but not good enough.
It would confuse me endlessly
if you said I showed capability.
It would hurt me for you to tell me,
for now, I'll never be anything more.
It wouldn't make me feel bad
if you had just said 'no'.
But you put your foot in your mouth,
again, and now I hate you.
It wouldn't hurt me, but now,
I think you take me for a one-trick pony.
And I'm not.

20th poem posted!!! - Loop

This poem is weird... there is no capitalization and no punctuation. The idea is that it is a loop. You could start from every other line and read it through all the way around until you hit the line you started at and it would make sense (minus the and and so). And each way gives a different meaning and you can pick which way you like best. This is the order in which I wrote it:

you don’t want
to be here
so don’t be here
just leave
and blow it up
already

but this is the order that I personally like it best:

just leave
and blow it up
already

you don’t want

to be here

so don’t be here

Be

This is sort of a random mash of ideas and lines. I like some lines better than others. And some make more sense than others. So rather than calling this a poem, perse, it is more of a joining of ideas... I'm probably going to steal one line and write a whole poem based around it... ideas?

Be
Never make the same mistake
twice.
Ignore all things that are
stupid.
Hear your own voice over
others.
Listen to what people have to
say.
Take a breath and come back
later.
Try to understand and
learn.
Draw lines in the sand to be
sure.
Give space to save your
friendships.
Don’t trust anyone
ever.

He Who Shall Not Be Named

So there is this kid that I really hate. He frustrates me more than anything else I suppose. He doesn't seem to have common sense, and he doesn't listen to reason. He also has gone out with two of my good friends. I don't understand his eager ignorance. So I wrote this (pretty non-bias) poem about him.

Him
Holding his heart in his hand
Always
Ready to give without thought
Waiting to be hurt.
He's hurting himself.

He has this love.
He plays his music
To soothe his should and forget life
Making a path for himself
Closing off so many others.

Growing in, growing up,
Growing out.
Understanding his fate.
Getting older, slowly.
Maturing like a child.

Friendships like leaves.
Hands grasping tightly
Clutching to select ones,
Special ones.
Changing, falling, fleeting.

What will become
of him?

Wait Forever

So, this is a song that I wrote... it's really short and would be a verse or the chorus or something. But it has a little tune to it and if I could sing I would sing it to show you... but I also like the words and so I'm posting here as a poemy thing. :) It sortof talks about me and my struggle to trust, but also my struggle to love.


He can’t wait forever.
I can’t wait forever.
These bonds with which
I chain myself
Will never go away!
Why him?
Why me?
Why this time and place?
How to love without a heart?
How can I love without a heart?
It doesn't quite makes no sense
and yet it's true.

If That's What It Is...

Clearly I write best under stress... for lately I have been stressed... and due to this I have come up with what I think of as one of my better poems. The title is inspired by a song title (actually it is the same) from the musical 13 by JRB (yes I love him he is amazing, but I swear I listen to other music too, he just has particularly interesting songs/titles... him and Duncan Sheik)

If That’s What It Is…
Life comes with no remote
Only now and what once was.
The sun rises and sets
As the moon balances the night.
Tales of the human head on an animal’s body
Live on in our minds,
Tales of pain and woe, of love and gain
Live on in our days and hearts.
Nothing is to be rewritten
Nothing can ever be changed.
Trying too hard or not hard enough
All will fall, all will end the same.
It is what it is what it is.
Take the pain, that comes from the love
And let it live on, in our minds.
Take that which matters,
And turn it into that which is loved.
What we have ought not be
What we are given but rather
What we want.
Life is only now, many infinite nows,
And that’s what it is.

The System, and Why it Fails

This is a pretty self-explainatory poem. The system is a fail and people need to realize this.

The System, and Why it Fails
Useless, senseless, mind-less
Is the system.
Why advise such a system
That will not suffice?
Life is too short
To waste time waiting.
Working the system
Is an unfair advantage,
I don’t wish to have.
Why can’t the system
Have common sense?
Cutting corners could save
A life, or at least time.
Wasteful, tedious, pointless
Is the system.

The World Was Dancing

It seems like recently everything is falling apart (as it should during the teen years). But I feel like nothing is coming together as it should. Oddly enough, and very unrelated, I am required to read Things Fall Apart for history... Anyways.... I've been busy and haven't posted in a while. So I owe you. So here is this... an assignment though it turned out to be more of a life confession. The last stanza is taken from the song "The World Was Dancing" in JRB's Songs for a New World ... you should all listen to the song. I feel like the lines from the song "But then I thought, I can't this can't be right, because dreams get burnt down overnight. I wasn't quite prepared to choose, to take that risk and maybe lose..." really depict my view on life, coincidently I like dance so the title works as well.

The World Was Dancing
I was 7-years-old until last year.
While other young girls
were kissing boys and wearing make-up,
I sat and listened to my friends
talk about StarWars
as if it were real.
I would pretend with my friends
we were in a galaxy far far away,
while other young girls
were dieting or dating.
While other girls were dating boys,
I was talking to them about
Artemis Fowl and the Pythagorean theory.
I was like the third wheel in life
being dragged behind,
neither resisting nor giving in.

Last year, I wanted a change.
So I left my friends,
who still play make-believe,
and went off to boarding school
thinking the young girls would act older.
I tried to catch up with everyone,
to stay true to myself,
but stop playing make-believe.
Instead, I turned 27.
I turned into a 27-year-old
Harvard Law student
with tunnel vision toward a steady life
who took life seriously at 21
has no real friends
studies all day and all night
and still isn’t the best of the class.

I don’t wear make-up,
date boys, go to dances,
procrastinate, gossip,
talk on the phone all night,
have lots of friends, watch television,
listen to pop music, diet,
care what everyone else thinks,
look pretty, or perfect.
I buy my clothes from Gap,
burst into song and dance,
know more about the ’90s than the ‘00s
get ahead in school, have dessert,
purposely clash, read books,
have chapped lips, take everything seriously,
hate making work “fun”, think big picture,
get along with my mother, and father.

I’m not quite prepared to choose,
To take a risk and maybe lose…
And the world was dancing.