Aqua

The horizon caresses the blooming sky.

Grazing it ever so lightly.

The newborn energy maipulates

the churning waves.

Breathing the world.

Calling.

Reaching.

Groping.

Pulling.

She follows.

It welcomes her.

It clutches her frail body .

Pulls her beneath.

The light distorts.

The world dizzolves.

 

 

 

 

Reality

 

A capsule of joy.

Lined with laughes waiting to happen.

Coted with space to fill the shreiks of pleasure

that will come.

Washed and cleaned with hands of care and graditude.

 

And when the day comes

that the capsule is filled with people

They smash the happiness glass.

They scraped away the carefully lined laughs

and generate them into greed

 

No one laughs

No one smiles

No one shreiks with pleasure

 

And as we stand

crushed against the shards of glass

We peer down at the drifting fear

and the rising polution

 

And we cry

 

 

 

Intention: 

 

This poem was inspired by a picture from a magazine that we used in class.  This photograph showed a massive waterpark that was overcrowded with people in a city in china.  As i observed this photo i noticed one particular similarity in about every single person in the picture.  Out of the hundreds of people in view not one person was smiling.  I found this strange being that i interpret waterparks to be a place of great fun.  So i started this poem and i used some of the thoughts that i got from that picture.  As my poem developed i started to explore the idea of the waterpark representing our world.  I created this capsule that was created a perfect home for us and then i used that idea about no one smiling.  How we are all too selfish and greedy that we can not ever really stop and smile.  We're too busy trying to find money and other pointless crap.  So intention-wise this poem was just trying to say that it's gonna be too late soon.  That we have permanantly harmed this planet.  So basically my intention for this poem was just to get people to acknowledge the fact that humans are insanely stupid and irresponsible.  We are all to blame. 

 

 

 

 

Yes Dedicated to my mom 

 

When the world tightens it's

clammy grasp on reality, 

We began to look at things.

 

We view our fragile lives through a tunnel

of fear

and doubt.

 

A peculiar warmth echoes through

the massive structure before you.

A trace of distant love washes about.

 

The instant impulse to smile.

But you are immobilized with the heavy weight of a choice.

 

You are a simple receptor in a world of complexity.

 

Put there to soak up the pulsing hatred

and the waves of bittersweet love.

And always the constant battle

between.

 

You'll never see a sweat soaked winner.

Never a defeated loser.

Plaintive eternity.

 

You turn to look back

at your opaque world.

It's tendons dance as expecting fingers

drum the crumbling planet.

Endulging in it's frightened state.

 

The tunnel remains.

Grasping your demolished presence.

 

It is not death that awaits you

beyond this last path.

Though death is merely a segway of life.

Death will never be as definate as people percieve it to be.

What awaits you is change.

 

Needed change.

 

And you walk towards it's faded warmth.

The reality of the gritty earth

below

reflects the

sun-soaked sky.

 

 

Intention:

This poem is kind of connected to how i view my mom now.  She is kind of at a point where her career is extremely difficult and competative.  She is constantly under an imense amount of pressure.  I explored the idea of a choice she may eventually make.  This may be connected to a career switch that i imagine her doing some day or a choice to sacrafice her happiness in order to ensure she supports our family financially.  So that was the main premise of this poem but the rest of it is basically just free writing.  I don't know what my intention was.  I rarely have one.  Poetry, for me, comes from a part of me that really has no explanation.  It just fits with my overall feel of what i'm writing.  This tunnel came to mind when i wrote about this choice to be made.  The tunnel may represent what is right for my mom or what she is oblligated to do.  I'm not quite sure. 

 

 

 

 

My world:

 

Cow=happiness+spots

Love=?

Perfection=Urban Legend

704=pure awesomeness

Cat=fur+warmth+love

Dance=expression+passion

Car=metal+gasoline+greenhouse gas

$=opportunity-happiness

Time=present+future

Eraser=words-words

Obama=hope+change

Death=life-life

Poetry=Literature+depth

Math=Mr.Arroyo

Right Now=I should be doing social studies+I don't want to

School=Friends+ELA+math+french+Social Studies+Science+talent+p.e.+teachers+gradesRule Breaking

Homework=poop+more poop

poop=perfect sentiment for displeasure / a definition i'd rather not define (look it up) 

 

 

 

 

Yellow

 

Beaming sun dances in a luxurious sky.

 

yellow

flicker

 

bubbling streaks of yellow smeared

messily across the world.

Soaking into the content souls,

molded into the warm earth

 

yellow

smile

 

Perfected imperfection

weightless gallons of yellow

filtered

into the atmosphere.  Pressed downward.

kneeded into an overlooking fan.

sprayed.

downward.

 

The crease of laughlines playing across

the world.

    dirt caked hands

            soft plush movement

                    and...

                         Yellow

 

 

Intention:

 

This poem is a revised version of my mind just writing freely.  So my intention was reletively loose when i wrote this.  For me, this yellow was kind of a way to represent happiness.  I had been trying to write a poem that revolved around some more happy ideas because most of my other poems focused around death and/or deppression.  So, i was just trying to come up with unique ways that yellow/happiness could be distributed to our planet.  After reading this poem i wanted people to think about how happiness does not need to depend solely on the events that occur day to day.  Happiness can be enabled because i feel it is slightly seperated from the rest of life.  So i merely wanted people to stop their chaotic life and think about that what particular moment in time feels like and how we can appreciate simple moments.

 

 

 

I don't really like that ending: dirt caked hands, soft plush movement.  If anyone thinks of a new ending you can leave a comment. 

 

 

 

The Last Path   The Only Path

 

Plated glass lines the structures.

A vent of hope in fear

smoke is twisted

stretched across the city

catapulting down the felted throats.

Guilt drums the fading skyline,

the distant people.

You finger their hidden world

groping for a glimpse

of unknown.

Tufts of bleached fur

sails across the heat

and the human-infested planet

random phrases that are murmered

through the cold heat.

Seld.om movement

Vanish

 

This poem

10 lines

and 5 "ands"

including that one

and 29 words

and 4 numbers

with the same line to start and finish it

without depth or hidden meaning

create a poem...

this poem.......

 

 

 

=D

 

A smile is a gift presented

without pomp or excess finery.

It is

simplistic and

it is

pure.

An expression.

A door that

happiness can enter

in its

simplest

form

 

 

 

sam

 

As the blooming graffiti gnaws the wall

He catapults

Down a ivy-lined rock

The bullet that is so carefully sewn at his spine smiles through a distant X-Ray

Innocence untold is wrapped in binding hatred

 

Empty eyes claw through a silent metal gate

Drugs manipulate his fading presence.

The occasional waver of a trembling hand caresses a forgotten carcass

The teeth marks strewn across his pee-soaked fur.

 

I hate love.

It only comes when it is ripped from you by chance.

Love is a follower

 

And it haunts me.

Because I love you.