"You busy today?"
looked at watch, "Only Wednesday."
No, I'm staying home.
"Why not ever leave?
alone all hours must suck,
if you believe that."
"In my room, I am
a someone doing something
writing and watching.
10:31:22
7/11/12
3 haiku, one scene.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
recently
Ive been organizing all of my notebooks, to know how many poems/ ideas I have in each one, then adding them all together. Along that way of working for the past few days, I havent posted anything. I've been wanting to post, but get so caught up in keeping everything hidden until I release it.
Though with all that thought of, I still wanted to post some legit poems I really like. Those being the most recent 3 I just posted.
The Fear Of The Color
"The Black 199."
Like Him.
I enjoyed writing these as much as reading them over and over again.
enjoy thinking!
Like Him.
Two layers of clothe
grey pullover, under plaid button down.
Skating to school,
after the bus ride from down the hills.
Day flew by,
walking in the C building room 113.
She looked at him.
The opposite routine back home, at 1:33.
Watching his sentence be written,
behind shadows off candles.
Coloring the black and white,
two times one plus times a day.
Falling asleep,
water bottle, chapstick, phone charging,
06:00 alarm.
She wakes up,
and puts on two layers of clothe
22:59
3/19/12
grey pullover, under plaid button down.
Skating to school,
after the bus ride from down the hills.
Day flew by,
walking in the C building room 113.
She looked at him.
The opposite routine back home, at 1:33.
Watching his sentence be written,
behind shadows off candles.
Coloring the black and white,
two times one plus times a day.
Falling asleep,
water bottle, chapstick, phone charging,
06:00 alarm.
She wakes up,
and puts on two layers of clothe
22:59
3/19/12
"The Black 199."
Father gave up, "What began all this? I demand to know!" the silence echoed the room while dinner was served.
"We wouldn't know anymore than you!" Sherry finally spoke. Then slapped by mother for the first time. She blacked out, bleeding.
Dim spotlight brightened her face the first time Anthony showed her-
"Oh my god, what did you do?!"
"Is she still alive?"
Mother knelt to her daughter, "No no no! Please, say something!"
Open eyes with falling off tears, Sherry soothingly groaned in stunned admittance,
18:06
5/10/12
"We wouldn't know anymore than you!" Sherry finally spoke. Then slapped by mother for the first time. She blacked out, bleeding.
Dim spotlight brightened her face the first time Anthony showed her-
"Oh my god, what did you do?!"
"Is she still alive?"
Mother knelt to her daughter, "No no no! Please, say something!"
Open eyes with falling off tears, Sherry soothingly groaned in stunned admittance,
18:06
5/10/12
The Fear Of The Color.
In a different world each day,
within the matter of hours.
Running from black white and grey,
to blue, red, green, purple powers.
Skimming my pages, all written upside down.
Evidence of the chippy,
that I call myself not.
People do worse, a one person difference,
to the paintbrush we paint with..
When our dance is done,
the bowl of color ashes black and white.
Looking at where you came from,
two worlds together,
at once.
Of what to do with my supplies
standing first in line,
outside a ballroom,
by myself.
4/29/12
12:57-13:24
within the matter of hours.
Running from black white and grey,
to blue, red, green, purple powers.
Skimming my pages, all written upside down.
Evidence of the chippy,
that I call myself not.
People do worse, a one person difference,
to the paintbrush we paint with..
When our dance is done,
the bowl of color ashes black and white.
Looking at where you came from,
two worlds together,
at once.
Of what to do with my supplies
standing first in line,
outside a ballroom,
by myself.
4/29/12
12:57-13:24
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