The Pen's Close Encounter With Death  

 

this poem was actually really good before 

carmelo,

the 

homosexual mustache, 

jeff and 

Devin

 

ruined it.

 

it was one of those poems 

where                 

you 

 

each wrote one line.

 

Evan

and i 

had 

really good

 

start.

 

hey that's a poem!

here's the real one:

 

The

 

pen almost

 

died.  

 

i can't  believe it.         

 

now i could 

Oh my god J.R.

 

this isn't

cool.

 

what du

Fuck? 

 

WHA?

 

 

 

meta poem: the definition of poetry

           i suck at writing deep shit. keep that in mind.

 

 

it 

 

was  

 

just 

 

put there.

 

undefined. unexplained.

unforgettable. 

 

and poets were given 

unexplainable gifts.

 

would i go

mad 

trying to find it?

invent, or 

destroy?

conquer

or fall

to

the 

ground?

 

or was it  

a

secret?

was it just put there?

 

to be  

 

molded,

and to be 

 

made  

into 

whatever we

want it

to 

be?  

 

 

 

 

Magnolia tree

 

this was definetley intended to be a song.

 

legs hangin' off the magnolia tree

I can hear the sun a burnin'

starin into the deep blue sky

i watch it fall to the ground.

 

The sun says to me

don't fall to the ground, you

i know i don't want to drop

but i know i love her too.

 

and when the world is angry at me,

I turn to the trees

to see them honey bees

 

I hear them whisper

in my ear

things I know i shouldn't hear

 

Honey, don't you know

the future's drawin' near

there's things on my mind this year,

and you're my greatest fear.

 

tryin' to get you off my mind,

i look to the clouds of the blue

too bad i'll always find

they only remind me of you.

 

and when people think I'm crazy

I go climb those trees

to hear them honey bees

buzzin' in my dreams

 

they tell me things crazy things,

things I shouldn't know

my head is full, of crazy things

i think it's time to go.

 

then again, i think of you

and the things i want to know.

i want to see your feelings.

the ones you won't let show.

 

sittin' in that magnolia tree

the bees don't make a sound

it doesn't make any sense to me

i watch them fall to the ground.              

 

 

 

 

 

 

               untitled

               Fairey/Reiser

 

 

                I haven't really named this poem yet. it means a lot to me though. Evan and i were walking through the greenwood cemetery on the trip, and i saw his tombstone that had this poem on it that just blew me away. i sowed it to evan and he reacted the same way. so i started to copy the lines onto my hand, but didn't get all the way through, cuz' ms. dreyer started to yell at me. any way, Evan and i are each writing verses of a song revolving around the verse on the tombstone. it's pretty good so far.

 

 

Title Pending

 

This one will be credited to Fairey/Reiser.

 

With a cherry smile

And a wave of the hand

She wandered into

unknown lands

Teaching us that,

with moonlight and a grain of sand,

Not all of our cherries can blossom.

 

But you see, now as she speaks

My excitement at its peak

They see that

not all of us

makes it as a teacher

 

Take your time and think...

Nobody cared for the life she led

Dancin her same old dance

Nobody heard a word she said

Died with the same old chance

All along she raced with death

Racin' her whole life through

Even her last dyin breath

Would fade into the blue

 

This lady, you can't teach her

She was always

her own father

when his soul was bawling for refuge

 

When he did return home,

It was as if he had just gone

and the village merely pointed in laughter...

 

Forever she left us with her dreams

forever she waits above

forever the world continues to scream

Forever, she reminds us of love

 

And with a cherry smile,

and a wave of the hand, 

This lady returned

from those unknown lands

With, in the palm of that waved hand,

A cherry blossom shining.

 

 

               Intention: I was probably just trying to write something a little mystic sounding, instead of my usual broken love song. but i was trying to get something across, something deep, a little more revolutionary of a lyric. i don't know if it is revolutionary, cuz' i didn't write it with intention. but i guess it has several different ways of looking at it. first of all, i wanted to write a lyric that included the entire world. so i wrote about a girl who dies, and her life was lived through a little too fast, not leaving any impression on the world. and even though these horrible things happen, no one really cares, and it all comes to pass.  also, it could be about the insane journey of life, and the experience one person is having with it.  but really , it's just a cool song that doesn't mean shit.

 

               Process: On Ms. Dreyer's trip to the greenwood cemetery, I spotted a gravestone in the field that had this poem written on it. that evan and i thought was amazing and we should write a song with it. 

 

                    With a cherry smile

                    And a wave of the hand

                    She wandered into

                    unknown lands

 

               i started to copy it onto my palm, but only got halfway through it, 'cuz Ms. Dreyer started to scream at me cuz the class was moving on without me so we got back to class the next day and started writing our own separate poems around the line, then we put them together. it's that simple. i like lifting lines.... 

 

 

               I hate this Poem

               by Sam Fairey 

               this was a poem that Mr. Ravin had us write in class and i really don't like it........it has no rythm, no rhymes, and no point. I just wrote it, cuz' Mr. ravin told us to, and i wasn't doing work in class, and i wanted it to seem like i was doing good work.... but realy, it sucked.

 

 

               sitting on the living room floor, 

               listening to records

               movies 

               board games

               page and townshend

               jumping

               up

               and 

               down

               austin choking me 

               Halloween 

               skinny jeans.

               shypoke's broken back

               grandpa's sorrow,

               les paul

               drum set

               all i need,

               my life is set.

 

               i really despise this poem.

 

 

 

               "Skinny jeaned babe" 

               Fairey/Reiser

 

               also a song.....

 

Feel like i missed my chance with you, baby

did i ever have a chance with you, baby? 

would you just have left me baby?

if i'd had a chance with you maybe?

 

did i ever need apply to

to be in line for the queen of the flies?

 

people say i'm outta line-

why am i always last in line?

What did i do wrong?

Was I out of order?

 

Please.... tell me!!!!!!!.................

 

and that boy i see, 

he's done things right, I see  

I see you lookin' at him, 

Oh, yes, i see you see

 

I'm told i got no chance at you

Skinny jeaned babes in the big wave

they say to go down to lay on the bed

so i can be told how to make up my head

     

          Intention: do i really need to explain? it's another one of my heartbreak songs......this one, I was aiming for something a little angrier and wild and chaotic....I wanted to espescially emphasize that this song was obviously about me.....cuz......some people think i'm crazy....i really wanted people to know that i was still trying pretty hard but i keep getting pushed around.

 

 

               "This is a Song"

               Reiser/Fairey

 

this song is randomized things that people write songs about. it is really random, but it means something.....

 

 

               I love you

               I hate you

               I want to get to know you

 

               I see a

               beach

               at Sunset  

 

               this is the song that no one knows,

               'bout all the feelings that you never showed

               could be blues or maybe ska,

               and all you need is love, (da da da da da)

 

               .............SHIT!!!

               .............Bloomberg!!

               ............STEROIDS!!!

               ............This is a song!!!

 

               this is the song that no one knows,

              'bout all the feelings you never showed

               could be blues, or maybe ska

               and all you need is love (da da da da da)

 

               This is a song!

               an unfagetoble song!

               and it may be very long

               but i don't give a crap, cuz this is a song!

              

 

 

 

               it's not done yet.

 

          Intention: i guess my intention was to write a song about every song ever written, like a song within a song within a song.....etc.....i really just wanted to write a ounk song, a funny song, a bunch of songs in one.  you'll notice that evan and i use some lines from other songs, like  "all you need is love." i guess that's part of the song withina a song thing.....who says it has to mean somethin'? that person needs to get shot. 

          Process: I CAME UP WITH THE TITLE.......I DID I DID I DID I DID I DID I DID!!! Evan wrote most of the lyrics though. i think my title sparked the lyric writing though.... this is a song is a name that kind of represented the song in a bunch of ways to me...it could mean.....any thing.....cuz' it's a song....

               Untitdleded

               by Sam Fairey

 

               Ever since we've met,

               didn't think I'd have the nerve.

               Now I get what I get,

               not what i deserve.

 

               And in the end,

               i might just learn

               the world will send

               not what you have earned.

 

               I see, I've dropped,

               and maybe rowed

               up the strongest stream.

               broken and bloody, now I've stopped,

               you ripped me at the seam.

 

               and maybe the world, they'll sew me up

               maybe they'll offer a friend.

               maybe the world will pick me up,

               or maybe I'm to hard to mend.

 

               Runnin' after you

               makes me feel like a clown.

               you face still fades away to the blue

               after all the love i found.

 

               though I'm battered and broken,

               and not a word that was spoken

               could ever have reached you 

               i'm still lookin' out for the girl i love,

 

               the one i always knew.

 

 

               Intention: I guess i was just trying to write a broken love song...... a good one. i like how it turned out because i think it shows that thisisn't something that took me three years to write, i did it in ten minutes. my point is that some people will run after "someone" until they can't really run any more. I'll admit that i stole the theme of The Fool in the Rain by Led Zeppelin, from my favorite line,

 

                I'll run in the rain till I'm breathless,

                When I'm breatheless I'll run till I drop.              

               Evan decided What it really means:

               I'll run after you till i'm breatheless,

               When I'm breatheless I'll run till I drop.

 

               Process: that line has meant alot to me this past year, and when you think about it, it's really deppresing. it's like i could keep running after this thing that isn't really there, and once i get close i realize I'm just imagining things, or if I'm even close at all. keeps slipping from my grasp. this made me think about things. alot. I thought, hmm i've kind of reached that dropping point, and i think it's time tow rite a song. and at that moment, i let all my emotions kind of flow onto the paper and i felt really great to be able to just dothat. i mean, it happened really fast, and i was satisfied. my poem was short, but to the point, and i expressed alot of my feelings in 25 lines. i think this may be my favorite own poem......