Monday, January 14, 2013

More Poetry in One Night

Again. A poem. By me. Slightly copying.

Two We's

Obvious ego can tear
What keeps being redone
A you and a me and a we're
Is what makes our friendship so fun.

Watching spread out bright screens
And sitting gently close
It's what our likeness means
As we twinkle with our toes

Missing some deeper like
The two gander away
Get lost on a two person bike
And find destination to stay

Simple as two can be
And complex as we are
Friends up in the same crazy tree
Gazing at the bright wishing star

Sunday, January 13, 2013

of mice and miscapitalization

This is a poem I wrote for my English Class. It is inspired by the poet I did my project on, E.E. Cummings. I am proud of it. Kind of really proud of it. 

water is like our Kristen Lohner           

(insipired by the style of E.E. Cummings)

water is like our love 
i'll always thirst for more 
in bottle i will hove 
when lacking i'll find store
i've missed the gentle calm 
(that fills all that i am)

and when in love we sink
we'll broad our ivory flag 
(yet the blank taste we mock 
and heavy heart we bog)
nourishment stems a seed
essential supply need

the wetness of my tears
stale, salty like the sea
makes our love dry like burs 
(and takes the waves from me)
but in a cup i'll save 
us, (and the story of)

don't know if essential 
your affection not shown
sloshing the way i feel 
clueless sat on your throne 
moments that i will strain
and with new hope i'll clean

the please of the surface
(and funnel of the joy)
pouring slowly through us
we're naturally coy
inside protective coat
still on our love i'll float

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

But To Be Honest, I Feel It

 I love.
I doubt.
I miss.
I fear.
Hold your head up,
theres a light in the sky,
I know you're fed up,
but you must try to survive.
Each moments precious,
don't let life pass you by,
keep focused,
keep you eyes on the prize.

You know those moments? Those incredibly happy moments. The ones where you could try not to smile if you wanted, but you probably wouldn't succeed. Those moments are golden. And precious. Save them, write them down, remember them. Share them. Cherish them.