THESE ARE POEMS THAT I HAVE WRITTEN THIS YEAR (SO FAR):

 

Poems in this color are completely original.

Poems in this color are inspired.

Poems in this color are found poems.

Poems that are this color are meant to be performed. 

Things that are written in this color are the intentions of the poems (directed by Mr.Ravin)

Things that are in this color are the process of the poems (directed by Mr.Ravin)

 

Waiting For Signs

First step

Last breath

Hold on

Let go

What now?

 

Waiting for something unknown

A sign that waits

Alone and hidden

To give meaning to your life

To sustain  you through the bad times

 

A hope

A light 

A dream

 

Where is it?

You wait and wait

And wait and wait

And pretty soon you

Give up

 

Don't jump

Not yet

You've still a life to live

It'll come

You have to let it find you

Or

Get up

And go find it

 

     I guess my intention here is don't wait. For anything. You might do something irrational. You might waste away. You might just lose time, waste the good years, make the bad years worse than they already are. I mean really, shouldn't you try to remain optimistic??? About everything? Sure, you haven't found "the one" yet, or the one thing you're "ment" to do. You might have found something you're good at and love to do though. You're lucky. I guess what I'm trying to get at is don't think about what you don't have. If you do, think about how to get it, and just go for it. You could be surprised, and it could even be a life-changing expiriance.

 

Obsession

It takes over

Quickly

Captures your attention

 

A spark that lights

A bonfire in your heart

 

You can't keep it away

Can't water it down

All you can do is

Feed it

 

It intruds into

Every

Pore

Thought

Action

Dream

And twists it to feed the longing

The burn in your heart

 

Every

Step you take

Text you send

Friend that dies

Baby thats born

 

Anything can set it off

Anything can be ignored,

Smuthered by the longing

Anything can be

Meaningless

Until the obsession is over

 

 

I Watched As My Father Shot My Best Friend:

I wanted to run

                              faster

Than the speed of 

                              sound

But nobody

                    no matter how much

Pain

          They're in, can run that fast

So I heard the

                         boom

Of my father's rifle as he

                                        shot my best friend.

A bullet only costs about

                                        two cents

And anybody can afford that.

 

Rubiganelliganobi:

Heres how my story starts

Two friends who

Start to tear apart at the seams

We are whole,

Just not connected.

 

An act of ditching,

A blog

A fight bursts out

I don't surrender-I have my pride

Till I know I've lost,

But by then

Its too late.

 

We're done

Its over; or so we think

The fight goes on for many months

But this time its

One-sided

I've given up.

 

Lying Awake

Thought swirl

My head buzzes

I long for something I cannot find

Something hidden in the 

Enveloping darkness

A mystery remaining

 

A feeling

A thought

A sixth sense

Im reaching out

To nothing

Or something?

 

A shake my head and

Attempt to throw off the feeling

I welcome sleep as my escape

But it doesn't come

So i close my eyes and dream

Of finding what I'm waiting for

I don't find it,

But I do fall asleep

 

Reality:

A small spot of light

Shines through

Breaking free of the 

Rust and rotted dust

 

It grows slowly

Things break down and

Fall to the floor

This world of pretend is falling apart

 

Is this light a 

Thing of beauty,

Growing stronger in this fragile world?

Or is it taking over,

Breaking the

Fluttering words

Smashing this world of pretend

 

Here comes reality

 

My Louisiana:

The grand mansions

The swampy trees

Humid heat

And no breeze

My sweet Louisiana

A childhood memory

Sad and scary

Dark, looming ahead of me

So many secrets she holds that I shall not forget

So I know naught well myself

You see she molds

And folds and tears you

Until you're someone else

A new you

 

Losing something special is hard. Wether it includes moving, losing, or forgetting, its stil hard. My poem is about when I lived in Louisiana. I lived with my mom and sister. Louisiana is where all my childhood memories were and it was really hard to move, even to the glorious, fantastic, famous California. And then on to Florida, and so many other staes. Now I live in New York, but I'm slowly realizing that I never learned as much, had so many memories from, or developed as much as I did in Louisiana. I guess what I'm getting at in this poem is that you have to let go at some point, no matter how much it means to you. We all have to move on. And then, when you do, you'll be glad. You can always remember it, like I did in this poem.

 

Of All The Small Things:

Of all the things to do

On a Saturday night

Here I am

Staring at pictures that

Belong to a distant world

 

I wish to be there

Sharing the laughs and hard times

Being in that seeminly perfect world

That untouchable world

 

I lost my invation

And I dont think I'll ever find it again

So I just settle

For staring at the photos

An deepining my longing to be a part of them

Again

 

This poem is really important to me for many reasons. It's an abstarct interpretation of a series of life-changing events. I wasn't thinking about intention until after I wrote it, and now, I guess I get what I was thinking about. There are so many oppertunities in life, and we never know just which "invitation" to accept, and which to decline. It's impossible to accept every "invitation", and you would be nothing if you declined them all. Its so complicated that sometimes, people make mistakes, and they decline the one that could have changed their lives, that could have given them the best friends, stories, and lessons. And when you realize what you've done, it's almost heart breaking. It's an anger, and a longing. It's something that you don't understand. And My poem is about the after math of such a scene. My poem is that pick-up line "Get over it!!! There are always more oppertunities!!!"

 

Jumping Over The Moon:

I stare at them

A silent fight within myself

I can't speak out against them,

Their cruel words that pierce my wall of sanity,

Into my deepest fears

I can't fight back

I am afraid

 

Glaring looks

My dreams and weaknesses

Laid out for thier critizem

 

"I want to jump over the moon"

"Hahahahaha."

"You're gonna jump over the moon?! You?! Never."

Tears glisten in my eyes

My throat is clogged

With word I wish I had the strength to say

But I can never speak

A prisoner to them

All I can do is jump

 

So I do

Higher and higher

I break down sometimes

Unsure if I really can

Are they right?

But soon my confidence rises

I'm soaring!

As I jump into the horizon

I can see them

Steadily getting smaller

 

Some time has passed

I look at them again

This time, with a grin on my face

They talk and talk

But they don't jump

I stay there

Smiling to myself

Laughing at them

I have jumped over the moon

 

This poem had a slow developement. It first wrote it in my notebook, and soon forgot about it. It wasn't very good. Then, while writing a different poem, I read it again. And again. And again. I reveised it, lengthened it, and I couldn't stop working on it. I got help from some of the class, my poetry partners, just everybody. It's still not done, but it really stays with me. I came up with my poem while looking back at this year. Less than one month to go, after all. And I was thinking about all the mistakes I've made, the things I've thrown away. I also statred to think about everything that I've heard about other people, and about the absurdity involved in gossip.

 

Dark Rose

She came from a dark corner

Where she struggled to grow

Then a guardian angel looked her way

He took her in, far away from the 

Dark corner garden

Into the light

There, she grew

Slowly

Delicatly

Into a beautiful rose

Then she 

Sputtered and 

Stopped

A dark weed seed had stayed on

One of her leaves

And it grew and

Choked her

Smothered her wishes

And turned them around

She turned

Darker than blood

And thrived on the weeds

Her guardian angel tried to

Replant her again

But it didn't work this time

She didn't want to be uprooted

The odds were against her

From her dark corner garden

To the light

And she let them take her

She was taken

A small seedling

And returned to the corner

A dark rose

This poem is based on the sad but real tale of a girl one of my friends was close to. I tried to write a poem about her many times, but they came out too literal. They weren't the sad and beautiful things I wanted them to be. I tried many metaphors, but then I remembered something someone had once told me. "Girls all start as roses, but they don't all stay roses." This made me think of how things can change, and so I thought it fit this particular character perfectly. Thus, "Dark Rose" was born.

 

I had no idea what my intention of this story was when I first started drafting. Since it is about a real person, I just told the story through a metaphor. Then, after it was done, I really thought hard about was this girl's story told everyone. So I guess this poem is really about roots. The rose came from this little dark garden, and no one expected it to grow. It grew, then turned. Don't follow your roots, is what I think this poem is all about.