Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, March 31, 2014

Birds

So we're learning about poetry in English class now, and guess what our new subject is?

Birds. Yup, I have to write a poem about birds. And not any birds, no. I have to write about the Northern Cardinal. Granted, the Northern Cardinal is pretty fucking cool, but writing a poem about birds? HOW DOES THIS RELATE TO MODERNISM?!

I mean, sure it would be easy to write a short poem about birds, but not a modernistic piece. I mean, maybe if I make it ambiguous enough it would work. Maybe...

Anyways, just wanted to share my thoughts on bird poetry. 

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Pieces of My Mind: Sad Smile

Sad Smile

May wisdom and its words
Be passed down to you.
For every time I see your
Saddened face
Icy inside.
My only joy in this world is to see you smile.
But it’s an impossible dream for one so sad.
Your sad smile haunts me though
The night, causing alone howl
To escape my lips.

Pieces of My Mind: Life

Life

Children laughing
And shrieking.
Warm blue skies.
Smiling
Sins and sailing clouds,
Dripping ice cream cones
Puddles in her hands.
And one thinks:
It shouldn't end.

In Which Mabel Found An Old Made Up Song/Rap/Poem

So I'm looking through my old documents, and I see this little piece of shit from three years ago. It's old, shitty, and super fucking catchy. I never wrote song lyrics before, but for some reason, I did this one time. So here it is. (Maybe I'll actually record this, who knows.)

Music Blaring From the Bottom of the Sea

Music blaring from the bottom of the sea,
she plays onwards, 
only to sink down, 
aquamarine waves flowing themselves over her. 

Still she plays on, 
swinging herself back and forth, 
shaking her head side to side, 
and her body moving to the motions of the sea.

Music, music, it’s all in the sea,
in the sea, 
in the sea. 
She can’t stop, 
she won’t stop, and she’ll never stop.

The preppyness of the world, 
bruised to a dark shade of purple.
In the sea, in the sea! 
She’s crazy, 
oh Lordy, she’s crazy! 

Go crazy babe, 
‘cause there be no more for you! 

Rocking in the sea,
in the sea, in the sea! 
Blaring music, 
crazy music, 
music, music, in the sea! 

Little mermaids prelude to sharks,
let the stars eat you away. 

IN THE SEA! 

Blaring, blaring, 
the music beats the rocks into sand,
the maiden dances. 

Babe, you be crazy, 
but there’s no more, so keep going,
keep going. 

Crazed bitches be playing in the sea,
in the sea, in the sea! 

Little girls are crying in the sea, 
the foam cascading over the maiden’s body 
in small waves of tears. 

The sea, 
oh sea, let the music play on. 

IN THE SEA! 

And she keeps on dancing, 
just to have music in the sea!

The Depression Cure: My Heart

(That awkward moment where you get your heartbroken so you write shitty poetry to help yourself get over it.)
My Heart

The Depression Cure: Perfect

(I hated how I had to be perfect as a kid. But I hate this poem even more.)
Perfect

The Depression Cure: Happiness is a Drug

(The following's a shitty slightly more recent poem about how much I hate being truly happy because it never lasts.)
Happiness is a Drug

The Depression Cure: Death of Nothing

(The following is an angsty depressive poem I wrote when I experienced one of my first heartbreaks. It's whiny and stupid and honestly, no one should read it.)
A Death of Nothing

Poems for the Soul 8

Eaten

It would be an honor
To have my heart
Eaten by a monster
Like you.

Poems for the Soul 7

Empty

Truth rings within me like a bell.
Hollow and broken
Falling upon deaf ears
Until they can withstand no longer
And falls like a shadow.

Poems for the Soul 6

Shaking

I can’t quite stop
The shaking of my fingers
As they glide across your Life
And nestle between your Soul.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Poems for the Soul 5

LoveMe

If you saw my smile
And knew I was hiding pain
Would walk the mile,
Or leave me in the rain?

Poems for the Soul 4

Tasting Shadows

True to our word
We keep pace
Only to slip into Oblivion
And slip back out again.

Poems for the Soul 3

Blood and Iron

Warbled Misconceptions
Taste like iron
On your lips
Only too late you realize
That it’s your blood.

Poems for the Soul 2

Soulless Inquiry

It is with an Empty Heart
That I must tell you
That your affections
Will no longer be required.

Poems for the Soul 1

Stone

I can feel the depression
Weighing me down,
Like a stone
Aching to touch the ground.

The Lady Who Went Insane Chapter Three

Chapter Three:
Won’t You Have Some Tea?