Monday, December 8, 2014

from Per. 4 on Mon., December 8th


  • In an empty room
    with empty thoughts,

    I lay,
    drifting on waves
    of emotion
    and sailing away
    with time.

  • We all have the mask.
    The mask that we put on
    when someone you love
    is dancing in the sun,
    because you don't want to be
    the cloud that blocks the
    sunshine.

  • Black clouds,
    rollin' coal,
    headin' through
    the dirty hills. That's
    my way of life. I got
    a 12inch smoke-stack,
    4 12s in the back
    on them 35" Nittos

    (Please use mine!)

  • Progress (contd. from last week):

    We walk
    together down
    the street.

    He holds me close
    by the hand
    with a tight clutch--

    a sense of relief
    empowers us both.

From Period 1 on Mon., Dec. 8th


  • Hollow haerts and
    shallow minds...

    I look to you for
    comfort bt all I
    see is a closed door
    and your smirked
    face behind it.

  • Lips,
    closed with silent
    words escaping the
    blue of the eye.

    Hands,
    cautiously touching skin.

    Love?
    One night is all
    I need to
         hear.

  • "I'm in love
    with you"

    A blank stare,
    then I see
    him smile
    through a pixilated
    screen


    The feeling of relief.

  • Slapped in the face
    with reality

    tears slice down
    her face.




    Freedom.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

From Period 4 on Mon., Dec. 1st


  • Sometimes it takes staying
    awake until six in the
    morning to really rest.


  • I sit in front of him,
    he leans toward me,
    I lean away, slowly.

    Try to focus on the
    movie.

    He puts his arm
    around me.

    Oh no.


  • My blouse glows orange
    under the blacklights.

    I am a moving
    traffic cone.

    Caution:
    amateur mini-golfer
    in action,
    it screams.


  • Tall trees still alive,
    yellow leaves shine,
    gently falling to the

             ground

    Hot days follow
    each other, never ending.

    Texas

    Water is still.

From P.1 on Mon., Dec. 1st


  • Black hair

    Blue eyes

    Red lips


    Grandma at Thanksgiving.
  • The sun warmed my back,
    while bitter cold stung my
    face.

    All that was ahead of me
    was the sting of the
    wind and the frost of
    the sky.


  • As he stood there,
    over

                               me

    Not only was his body
    trembling and shaking,

    but his blood was thinning
    and his heart was
    breaking.


  • Lies and love told
    passing through a
    screen.

    --Flashback--

    A night of bruised
    hips and red faces

    Flirt?

    Mixed signals.

Monday, November 17, 2014

from p.4 on Mon., Nov. 11th


  • My hands shake
    as the horn plays.
    All the memories,
    the good times will
    never be forgotten.
    The bitter cold
    brings the vicious
    ceremony to an end.

  • The paint
    swarms, like
    an insect,
    eager to
    consume the
    green waste
    of the gray.

  • On a frosty
    afternoon

    the sun shines
    above the clouds

    forgotten on a day
    like yesterday.

From p.1 on Mon., Nov. 17th


  • The silent sound of snow falling
    fills the atmosphere.



    I should've asked him.

  • Awkward limbs
    wrapped around
    awkward places.
    A cold night,
    yes.

    Expectations shattered
    and plans made.

    Eye contact cut-off
    by that night.

  • Shadowed days. Warm
    basements, I lay
    there, your head
    limp on my shoulder
    your warm breath
    hitting my sweatshirt.
    You look up
    at me & my heart
    melts away. Dripping
    down to nothing.

  • Your living room became
    an ocean.

    Your couch a boat.

    When it began to
    sink,
    I clung to you
    to keep from
    drowning.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

from p.1 on Mon., Nov. 10th


  • Bubblegum lips form over
    the pain of weak hearts.

    Kissing away diversity and
    color.

    Holding malicious creatures
    between its gnashing teeth.

    Love?

  • Leaves dance
    across a bleak
    surface. Glinting,
    reflecting the sky
    that they fell from.

  • Cold, warm breath
    fogged up the air in
    front of me.

    Cold raindrops
    caught my eyelashes
    slowly dripping
    down my face.

    He leaned in and our
    lips met....

from p.4 on Mon., Nov. 10th


  • Butterscotch flowers
    line to line red dragonfly
    shines away, green soil.

  • The leaves, rocks, fall in
    the lost pieces of the past,
    an apple tree gone.

  • The blankets wet
    with the many tears that have
    been stored away.

  • The sound of a car,
    The smell of a pizza,
    gives my life meaning.

Monday, November 3, 2014

from p.4 on Mon., Nov. 3rd


  • Heart racing
    tick tick tack
    word by word--

    procrastinating is
    not easy.

  • The weightless leaves
    flow, in the black abyss
    stuck and trapped
    until decay.

  • Sparks burst--
    fireworks fly
    the tingle of his touch
         embraces me.
    Our lips meet and
         create a symphony. 

from p.1 on Mon., Nov. 3rd


  • Red lips stained
    the glass filled
    with merky clay
    old water.

    laughter left the
    lips that left the
    marks.

  • The wind whistles
    through the dented screen.
    Distant giggles
    echo     down the now

    abandoned

    street.
    As my eyelids are dragged
    d
      o
        w
           n
    by exhaustion.

  • She stared at
    me silent,
    Her arms sadly
    slumped at her sides,
    Eyes speak more than
    words.

  • You looked at me
    through a computer
    screen and your pixelated
    smile traveled miles and
    miles to keep me warm. 

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

from p.4 on Mon., Oct. 27th


  • The bright powder
    clouds the air--
    it settles on runners'
    hair, like dust.
    Music pounds
    through the crowd,
    and then,
    we are off.

  • I'm so tired of the
    rain falling softly
    on the ground,

    Just enough to
    make my feet
    wet, but not
    enough to let
    me drown.

  • The letters taunted
    me. Only the click-
    clack of keys under
    my fingers gave me
    comfort when my
    bones started to
    come alive.

    A breeze
    full of a million
    thoughts trickled
    through my mind,

    beginning
    to finish a masterpiece

from p.1 on Monday, October 27th


  • A ceiling full of stars,
    a spark in the night
    followed by many more
    innocent sounds of
    laughter as we sit
    where no one knows
    where we are.

  • Last night
    I realized how
    much I love you.
    When you wouldn't
    even look at me

    my heart fell into
    my stomach
    and I struggled to
    keep from throwing
    it up.

  • Tissues and Nyquil scattered
    all aroundme. I drift out of
    my body and stare down at
    myself, a faint smirk
    crosses over my face.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

from p.4 on Mon., Oct. 20th


  • No one thought our love
    would be everlasting,
    our mysterious connection
    will always remain
    magnificent

    it's a creation that will
    be kept for eternity.

  • The diesel fuel cascading down,
    magically kissing the future.
    To love the power-engine.

  • Symphonic blues cruise
    their disillusion fascinates
    paleolithic beasts confronted...
    by the lethargic facades,
    painted in the sky.

from p.1 on Mon., Oct. 20th


  • I sat there, just sat, my mind
    locked up by my heart was
    raging.
    My heart wanted something
    love?
    honesty?
    anything...

    I watched as her lips touched his:
    cold...

    I could see the ice drip off them.
    I hoped my mind was playing tricks,
    but my hope was betrayed by the truth
    and the truth was betrayed by love,
    its best friend.
  • I had anticipated the
    happiness and true joy.

    It was breath-taking.

    Everything was beautiful.
  • Born between Aids
    and 9/11 my
    generation has
    experience with
    trauma. Numb
    from the
    diseases cast upon
    the Earth

Monday, October 13, 2014

from P.4 on Mon., Oct. 13th


  • Society can
    shape you into a molded
    form.
    You aren't going
    to fit into the perfect
    puzzle of society
    so...
    be yourself,
    raise hell &
    change the world.

  • That's my chicken!

  • When we he would do a poem,
    I would get butterflies
    in my stomach.
    His powerful words grasped
    me and held on tight.

  • The beast falls
    from an industrial sky.

  • Chatter of gossip
    spits from frozen lips
    breaths of air
    condense above our heads
    the crowd cheers,
    but the cold harshens
    the tone.

  • Bird cages,
    freeing the souls
    that are trapped
    in the normal life-style.

From p.1 on Monday, October 13th


  • Today is such a dope day.

  • The passion in one's spirit
    all at once
    surfacing in
    the string of words
    that spill from his
    heartfelt face.

  • There are more of you,
    than there are
    of us

    and yet,
    you're scared of me?
    you're afraid of me?

  • Black enough
    to wear the
    jersey on the
    field next
    to your son.

  • Friday night, I
    skyrocketed to space.
    Then you spread constellations
    across my skin
    and I crash-landed
    into your arms.

  • Could collect
    enough stars
    on the way
    down to
    turn the
    burlap sack into
    a balloon...

  • No bed time.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

from p.4 on Monday, October 6th


  • The skyline
    kisses the twinkling
    city lights,
    cars bustle by
    and the moon glows
    on my goose-bumped legs.

  • Early in the
    morning, the
    plastic rake snatches
    the rustic leaves,
    holding them captive
    in the bag cage.

  • Tears are replaced
    by a nervous snicker
    as the lecture ensues,
    teaching me the
    rights and wrongs of

    the life I must
    survive.

from P.1 on Monday, October 6th


  • Hair in a bun,
    she rubs over
    my tattoo and
    says,
    "It's a scar.
    It makes me
    sad that something
    so pretty can hurt
    so bad."

  • When I told
    him about you,
    he asked if I
    threw a penny
    into a
    wishing well.

  • She twists herself in
    the air at least 100
    feet high--still spinning
    and spinning
    as all
    the seconds
    go by.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

from p.4 on Monday, September 29th


  • Small raindrops
    dance with my freckles.
    Metal bars under
    my feet,
    fun childhood memories,
    new memories,
    stolen kisses in
    the rain.

  • My head,
    just a resting boulder
    on his chest.
    Rising and falling
    with each breath--
    his racing heartbeat
    steadies mine.

  • Tears well up
    in my tired eyes.
    A heavy heart
    pounds,
    through my delicate chest.
    A chaos of confusion
    circles the air
    around my mind.
    Tip-toeing in to
    make things worse.

  • The red dragon
    fly in my eye
    emits ink in the elevator
    up memory support
    dead on the cheese platter.

from p1. on Mon., Sept. 29th


  • I scream:
    a riddle in the sky
    on a foggy night.
    You drive up to my
    house. You trace the
    corners of my
    mouth... Pause,

    *Embrace*

    then leave again softly,
    as if to say,
    "I don't need you
                                    anymore.

  • Staring into his
    eyes, I can
    see the pain
    I've caused.
    His heart is
    beating a million
    beats per second.
    "I'm sorry"
    escapes from me.
    Just loud enough for
    him to hear.

  • She wore a
    smile on her
    face.
    Only to prevent
    the world from
    seeing the
    tears about to
    break.

  • Rivers run from her
    eyes as her hands
    grip the bowl.

    Confessions that should
    have been left unsaid
    hunched over throwing-up
    her pride.

    I hold her hair and think.

  • 11:00pm became
    1:00am. Memories
    scattered across
    the floor like a
    flurry of snow.
    Keeping the new,
    throwing out the
    old-wasted.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

From p.1 on Monday, Sept., 22nd


  • Distant shouts
    fill every molecule in the air.
    Broken hearts left unstable.
    Questions circle around my head.
    Standing alone.
    Who's to blame?

  • My sister
    looked at me with
    evil eyes
    as I told her
    I will spread my
    wings and fly.
    Evil eyes said, then I will
    clip your wings.

  • A clean gutter not
    attached to any sewage
    glistened reflecting
    sun to all corners
    of the pool.

  • Seeing her
    twirl and laugh
    in her blue
    tutu. Adorning
    eyes on her
    beauty, Oh
    what I would
    give to
    have my
    innocence
    back.

From p.4 on Monday, September 22nd


  • Hearts racing
    Embracing
    Opportunity is a can't miss
    Stolen kiss.

  • The dark sky cried
    inside, I stared out
    thinking of nothing.
    Slicing through the sky,
    a magnificent luminescence. 

  • I drive past those
    roads once more,
    day after day,
    I watch the green
    grass turning yellow,
    the leaves leaving
    the trees, the roads
    cracking as winter
    approaches.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

from p.1 on Monday, September 15th


  • An autumn aspen leaf.
  • Almost paper-like,
    has a scent of wildfire
    smoke, human like in
    the way that it has
    nerves/veins.

  • Her wood burning
    tool was hot. It
    steamed as it
    touched the wood.
  • It was her escape
    if only for a small
    amount of time.
    Only leaving her and
    the sizzle of the
    wood; and smoke in
    her eyes.

  • Shiny screen
    worn from the time
    I have dropped it.
    White.
    Marked with various
    finger prints.
  • Something so
    small means so
    much to me
    sitting waiting
    wishing for a
    buzz.

Monday, September 15, 2014

from p.4 on Monday, September 15th


  • This net has lines
    and stripes, but is
    mostly empty.
    It's actually a
    division from one
    side to the other.
  • This object is not
    allowed to be touched,
    but reminds to be
    aggressive, work with
    my side, but
    against the other.

  • The old clock
    yellowing with age.
  • It holds me as a
    hostage in each class
    before I am saved by
    the bell.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

From P.4 on Monday., Sept. 8th


  • The roaring engine of
    a blood-red lawn mower
    cuts the mint green
    grass into cheese grater
    pieces.

  • I dragged my
    feet across my
    carpet, getting
    closer and closer to
    my soft freedom.
    I leaned forward,
    face first into the
    refreshing coolness
    of the pillow.

  • Lights flash
    scream and yell
    the orange wave roars
    in-com-plete!

Monday, September 8, 2014

from p.1 on Mon., Sept. 8th


  • Shining lights
    hung above us
    like a thousand twinkling stars.
    While the Earth
    crumbled around
    us, slowly losing
    our grip.

  • Whispering kind words
    in her ear,
    knowing that it is
    exactly what she wants
    to hear.
    She falls for him &
    he walks away.

  • As the Indian guitar
    played, I smiled
    at my parents
    and ate my
    biryani. Out with
    my parents on
    a Friday night.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

From p.4 on Wed., Sept. 4th


  •  Under the stars' total quiet
    staring at the fire while we
    make our smores.

    Puppy trying to jump
    in the fire
    to eat all the sticks
    that are burning.

  • Soft red lips,
    and a warm feeling
    from an unfamiliar face.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

From p.1 Wednesday, September 3rd


  • a cool breeze
    danced through my
    hair as I sat
    and watched the
    world pass by.

  • On Pearl Street
    A sticky, hairy
    man walks up
    and asks,
    "Want to Party?

  • Unwanted attention
    needy hands
    lustful eyes.
    I stand as the boys prey.
    I am but a fox in
    a sea of hunters.
    Wishing my shirt
    wasn't so low-cut.

Monday, August 25, 2014

From p.4 on Monday, August 25th


  • Tail wagging,
    wrinkles flying,
    bounding toward
    the kitchen
    new bone
    sticky drool
    laying in front of
    the open door.
    Chewing with a
    view.

  • I wipe my tears
    of sadness away
    and leave the tears
    of joy streaming
    down my face. Because
    I know that she is
    in a better place.

  • The lake shimmers
    as the lure hits
    the surface. I slowly
    reel in hoping that
    a fish will fall for
    my deception.

Period 1 Monday, August 25th


  • 3 stranded among brands.
    with wasted battery and saved screenshots.
    coming home with more than we had
    when we left, our
    pockets lighter.

  • It was quiet as
    the nail polish
    hit my toe nails,
    and slowly moved.

  • Dusk comes and
    her mind is in constant
    motion. Laughter
    fills the basement
    as the still drunk
    teenagers talk of the
    prior events.

    And she just sits and watches.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

from 9th grade on Monday, May 5th


  • The warm smell of barbeque,
    The grass, cleanly cut as I ran over it.
    The laughter of other kids--
    for that moment, I had no cares.

  • My head on a fluffy flower pillow,
    bundled in covers upon overs,
    Bach playing soothingly
    in the background,
    keeping me in deep sleep.
    Dreams of what I want my life to be like.

  • Laughter, love and wildness filled
    the atmosphere mixed with
    black smoke.
    The fire flickered as we all snickered.
    The wind blew & drew blankets over everyone.
    The smell of warm marshmallows tingled my nose;
    the taste--a great night.

  • Her words flowed out of
    her mouth like a waterfall, spilling
    colorful sounds and words into my ears,
    causing my emotions to swell
    & spill out of my eyes,
    just as the words did out of her mouth.

Friday, May 2, 2014

from Monday, April 28th

  • Everyone is silent.
    The only thing heard
    are the running noses
    of those whom
    hold back their tears.

  • Tears drop...

    they hit the
    cold
    hard
    ground.

  • From the dark, dirty clouds
    Fall pure, transparent water.

  • He touches my
    waist
    to lead me
    gently but firmly
    away from
    the source of my tears.

  • The tears of
    the past
    don't have
    to affect our
    future. Live
    it out with
    happiness
    and let the
    sadness roll
    away.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

from Monday, April 14th


  • On the table
    before us are
    many small, round
    teacups filled
    to the brim with
    desire.

  • Waiting in the bone-
    chilling rain, with doubtful
    hope he will turn around
    and apologize, I've lost
    all control.

  • I am living,
    I am writing on
    a notecard but
    I am living.

  • The clouds
    annoyingly
    lingered tempting
    us of what
    may follow.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

From Monday, April 9th


  • Dirt roads silent as
    night falls. Stars
    scatter across
    the sky making
    the milky way
    visible. Coyotes
    sing crossing barren
    field.

  • I find that I only smile
    when he smiles...
    Is that love?

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

From Monday, March 31st


  • Black
    needle injecting ink
    like sun into flowers.
    The pain of feeling
    alive courses through
    as the picture fades
    through.

  • Your touches
    are like
    little bugs

    on my
    porcelain
         skin.

  • Slowly falling
    out of reality

    and the only things
    keeping me here

    (feet on the muddy ground)
    are you & your embrace.

  • The peer pressure
    felt like a dress
    size too small.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

from Monday, March 17th


  • Within her soul
    cries the champion,
    longing for her
    voice to travel
    among the waves
    of the sea.


  • Huge black wings
    billowed in white
    light, the feathers
    like a favorite
    pair of jeans.


  • A spur of the
    moment affair,
    every word we
    said was right.

    "Is this okay?"
    She asked me,

    and then she
    closed her eyes.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Monday, March 10th


  • I grab his hand
    & force him to feel
    my heartbeat
    so he knows
    our hearts beat
    together.

  • It falls away
    like rotten flesh,
    revealing tender pink emotions.

  • Savannah winds
    blow through
    the lion's
    mane.
    Silent, it hunts.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

From Monday, March 3rd


  • snow falling,
    wind blowing,
    music playing,
    trees dancing.


  • Leonardo DiCaprio's disappointed
    tears staining his fine Italian
    silk pillow in his 4th
    favorite bedroom while he
    dries his eyes with hundred
    dollar bills.



  • And I am so deep
         in his eyes
    That when he
         closes them
    I am drowning
         and confused. 

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Monday, January 25th


  • The knobby fingers click
    furiously,
    bathed in the soft blue glow
    of possibility.

  • The fog rolled
    across the asphalt
    engulfing the trees
    and cars as it
    moved.

  • The undeniable
    daydreams
    of
    leaving.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Monday, February 3rd


  • Old & new sting when combined
    I still just want to
    forget

    it and you and me
    in a world of dark
    that will calm me

    late, dark
    droplets falling.

  • He shattered his
    glass of water when
    she told him the news.

  • A canvas as black as nothing.
    Speckled with countless tiny white spots.
    A curved smile brightens the night.
    Weightless,
    Yet heavy.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Friday, January 24th


  • The cool breeze blows
    the sand into different patterns
    as the sound of waves
    crashing onto the shore fills
    my ears.



  • The swirls of the
    tree branches.



  • Looking through the
    beautiful pine trees
    scattered across the
    forest floor covered
    by a blanket of
    snow. So quiet and
    peaceful the only thing
    heard is the birds
    whispering to each other.