A colorful garden
filled with big bold roses,
that are so sweetly scented ,
it burns your nose.
A piercing red arrow,
with fierce flames
hittting it's target
- which happens to be a heart!.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Wednesday
As the furious sky, set ablaze,
Voices fills into large rooms,
Sitting and listening attentively.
Waiting patiently for time to fly by.
The short boy asking questions, while
the visible hallways are filled by people,
Diverging in every directions....
Thinking of devouring hot fresh food,
Makes my stomach growls so loud.
Looking down at my oval shaped, gold toned watch,
I realised time has started to take it toll on my body......
As my body is refuled once again........ the sun returns to slumber.
Voices fills into large rooms,
Sitting and listening attentively.
Waiting patiently for time to fly by.
The short boy asking questions, while
the visible hallways are filled by people,
Diverging in every directions....
Thinking of devouring hot fresh food,
Makes my stomach growls so loud.
Looking down at my oval shaped, gold toned watch,
I realised time has started to take it toll on my body......
As my body is refuled once again........ the sun returns to slumber.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Reciprocal
I tried to play around with the poem that I wrote "Reciprocal" tried to see how I can work with the two words.
This is the original:
Always and Never
Never and Always
Two words Always said
Two words that Never should be said
This is the other one:
Always and Never
or Ways and Ever
All the ways that you have ever--
well let's not go there.
Alas! You're clever
Every law is never always followed.
We should always remember never to say never.
We should remember never to say always.
I never say never but I always say always
When I say always I mean always
But when I say never I never really mean never.
What do you think?
Do you usually mean always rather than never?
Or do you usually mean never rather than always?
This is the original:
Always and Never
Never and Always
Two words Always said
Two words that Never should be said
This is the other one:
Always and Never
or Ways and Ever
All the ways that you have ever--
well let's not go there.
Alas! You're clever
Every law is never always followed.
We should always remember never to say never.
We should remember never to say always.
I never say never but I always say always
When I say always I mean always
But when I say never I never really mean never.
What do you think?
Do you usually mean always rather than never?
Or do you usually mean never rather than always?
This is just a poem I've been working on. I would love to know what you guys think! Thanks
"Is this Normal?"
You say one thing
But do you mean another?
Sometimes I believe you
But sometimes I don’t.
There’s so much confusion
Is this normal?
One day I’m happy
But other days I’m not.
I’m emotionally unstable
Is that your fault?
You do everything right
But you do a lot of things wrong.
You know exactly how to make me smile
But you know exactly how to make me frown.
Is this normal?
Everyone must feel this way at a point in time
I should just deal with it right?
Maybe this feeling will go away soon.
When I’m with you it feels perfect
When I’m not with you it feels perfect.
What am I supposed to feel?
There’s so much confusion
Is this normal?
You say one thing
But do you mean another?
Sometimes I believe you
But sometimes I don’t.
There’s so much confusion
Is this normal?
One day I’m happy
But other days I’m not.
I’m emotionally unstable
Is that your fault?
You do everything right
But you do a lot of things wrong.
You know exactly how to make me smile
But you know exactly how to make me frown.
Is this normal?
Everyone must feel this way at a point in time
I should just deal with it right?
Maybe this feeling will go away soon.
When I’m with you it feels perfect
When I’m not with you it feels perfect.
What am I supposed to feel?
There’s so much confusion
Is this normal?
Saturday, November 1, 2008
From Hallie: November 5th Workshop
Alice burst into the room, (or at least she thought she did). Turns out, she was in the room the entire time, her eyes were just closed.
Music brushed against her back, smooth and velvety. It made her shiver.
She was in the living room and her first instinct was to get to the couch, empty except for a cat.
But there were people and bottles and baggies scattered all over the floor, so much so that it turned into a maze in her mind.
And as she started to navigate her body past the bodies she started thinking about the couch, the end of the maze…
And if life is the maze and the end of life is death, once Alice reached the couch she would surely die.
She turned around and avoided the couch.
Just then, a little blue bird swooped down and started singing about bravery and orange marmalade.
He flew past the living room to a closed door at the end of the hallway.
She followed him to the door, and noticed a bright light shining through the keyhole. But to her dismay, the door was locked.
And there was no little bottle, no note, no way inside. She looked around for the bird, to explain to him that she’d prefer a rabbit (to get things done right) but he was already gone.
Her back slumped against the door and her body slid further and further down until she was up to her neck in carpet and despair.
After a few minutes of sitting she was exhausted and decided to move on.
Smoke drifted throughout the house, but in a good way. Like a fog machine, like a dream, like none of this was real anyway so there was no reason to be crying.
So she started laughing instead and kept on walking.
The cat from the couch walked by her and smiled, and she didn’t know whether he was smiling because she was smiling or the other way around, but either way they were both happy and things were good.
Alice crouched down next to the cat and followed him outside the house onto the porch.
It was nighttime and looking at the moon’s different colors made her happy.
(Last time she had gotten into a fight with the sun, and when the sun won she lost all of her truth.)
After a few hours, or maybe minutes, she started to feel like everyone on the deserted block was staring at her, so she went back inside.
All the people had left, and the cat was asleep,
Patterns stopped vibrating and things became so dull, so ordinary.
Her eyelids were heavy,
And her new realizations and profound understandings had left her with a headache.
So she made her way to the couch without fear of death,
Humming the blue birds song.
Music brushed against her back, smooth and velvety. It made her shiver.
She was in the living room and her first instinct was to get to the couch, empty except for a cat.
But there were people and bottles and baggies scattered all over the floor, so much so that it turned into a maze in her mind.
And as she started to navigate her body past the bodies she started thinking about the couch, the end of the maze…
And if life is the maze and the end of life is death, once Alice reached the couch she would surely die.
She turned around and avoided the couch.
Just then, a little blue bird swooped down and started singing about bravery and orange marmalade.
He flew past the living room to a closed door at the end of the hallway.
She followed him to the door, and noticed a bright light shining through the keyhole. But to her dismay, the door was locked.
And there was no little bottle, no note, no way inside. She looked around for the bird, to explain to him that she’d prefer a rabbit (to get things done right) but he was already gone.
Her back slumped against the door and her body slid further and further down until she was up to her neck in carpet and despair.
After a few minutes of sitting she was exhausted and decided to move on.
Smoke drifted throughout the house, but in a good way. Like a fog machine, like a dream, like none of this was real anyway so there was no reason to be crying.
So she started laughing instead and kept on walking.
The cat from the couch walked by her and smiled, and she didn’t know whether he was smiling because she was smiling or the other way around, but either way they were both happy and things were good.
Alice crouched down next to the cat and followed him outside the house onto the porch.
It was nighttime and looking at the moon’s different colors made her happy.
(Last time she had gotten into a fight with the sun, and when the sun won she lost all of her truth.)
After a few hours, or maybe minutes, she started to feel like everyone on the deserted block was staring at her, so she went back inside.
All the people had left, and the cat was asleep,
Patterns stopped vibrating and things became so dull, so ordinary.
Her eyelids were heavy,
And her new realizations and profound understandings had left her with a headache.
So she made her way to the couch without fear of death,
Humming the blue birds song.
From Maria: Workshop November 5th
Everybody wants a body
That looks like a Covergirl body
Exercise to the day, and at night we tire
But we continue because we want that body.
We buy and ogle at those fixtures,
We fantasize, and practice their mode,
Though, don’t we know they are more than clay?
Are they not just like us? Breath, eat, begot, and beget.
Plaster anyone in that sort of pedestal and
The harder they fall: Movie stars who failed
To make their alter egos real;
James Dean, Marilyn Monroe, one you might know,
Heath Ledger, who has the last laugh now?
All who seemed to have made it,
Didn’t in their heads,
Layered by pretense, and self-hate,
Didn’t realize they were as human
As those who begot their fame.
Can we be blamed for their heartache and pain?
Prescription pills, drugs, and booze,
All they wanted was to be liked by you.
Their lives are an open book to anyone with a blog,
Turn on your T.V., who do you see?
Could you care less?
Propaganda?, maybe.
Diversion from truth and reality? Definitely.
Stand back a sec, couldn’t that be you?
Our world is placed upside down,
Those who fight, die forgotten.
Those who have money
Are forever revered.
Children dying, starving, dehydrating
While another takes his life,
Couldn’t do anything better?
Couldn’t stop thinking about himself.
We starve ourselves from lack of Knowledge,
Just can’t quench our thirst for more
Hypocrites and liars,
O wait, isn’t that their job?
What’s holding you back from
Facing the music?
That looks like a Covergirl body
Exercise to the day, and at night we tire
But we continue because we want that body.
We buy and ogle at those fixtures,
We fantasize, and practice their mode,
Though, don’t we know they are more than clay?
Are they not just like us? Breath, eat, begot, and beget.
Plaster anyone in that sort of pedestal and
The harder they fall: Movie stars who failed
To make their alter egos real;
James Dean, Marilyn Monroe, one you might know,
Heath Ledger, who has the last laugh now?
All who seemed to have made it,
Didn’t in their heads,
Layered by pretense, and self-hate,
Didn’t realize they were as human
As those who begot their fame.
Can we be blamed for their heartache and pain?
Prescription pills, drugs, and booze,
All they wanted was to be liked by you.
Their lives are an open book to anyone with a blog,
Turn on your T.V., who do you see?
Could you care less?
Propaganda?, maybe.
Diversion from truth and reality? Definitely.
Stand back a sec, couldn’t that be you?
Our world is placed upside down,
Those who fight, die forgotten.
Those who have money
Are forever revered.
Children dying, starving, dehydrating
While another takes his life,
Couldn’t do anything better?
Couldn’t stop thinking about himself.
We starve ourselves from lack of Knowledge,
Just can’t quench our thirst for more
Hypocrites and liars,
O wait, isn’t that their job?
What’s holding you back from
Facing the music?
From Arlene: workshop nov 5
Cigarette smoke filled the bar, my lungs
As the bodies moved in unison on the floor;
The barstool beneath me buzzed to the beat as I
Tuck my wings behind me so they didn’t get in the way.
The bartender winked at me as he passed me a Heineken, saying
“Nice outfit.” Of course.
I saw him there, standing in the corner of the room,
Looking sharp in his sharp outfit:
Pinstripe suit, porkpie hat, dragging from his cigar
As the corners of his lips spread into a grin under the red light.
Yes, his blue eyes flickered around the room,
Rubbing the burn on the ring finger
As he stood and took his time,
Spreading that demonic smile around to the masked figures around him.
Cackles from the coat room as the masks closed in on him.
Well, his hands moved slowly, stealthily,
Welcoming, enveloping
Like so many others before.
I stood, stumbled, and made my way to the floor
Fallen, disgraced, mortal
As his wandering eye finally zeroed in on me
Drawing me in.
I followed my feet as his eyes narrowed, measuring his success
Before he decided, yes, and reached out his arms.
Blurry faces obscured my vision
Sounds of dark laughter and the feel of a hand on my thigh
A tug on my tattered wings
Lips on my neck
Whispers in my ear
And that damn fucking smile
Are the only things I remember
Before I pulled the gun from my garter and shot him.
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