Right, poems.

[paperjesus]

So lately I've been writing what FEELS like a lot of poems for class. Thought I would share, 'cause I can.

Number One:


(this poem has a secret message, can you find it?)

Practically, she
introduces her
right-hand rockings
as a remedy; she
trips her fractured syllables
evenly through
slick hymnals.

She sighs signals, fading out
attraction; fueling attacks on
Yesterday. Mind
Arcs expose memory in
Rings, those solid
Growths wrapping around
Her, rapidly reminding reality.

2nd Poem:



Remember
when we
couldn't hear
through
all that liquid
and
we just saw?
We'd
bump and
buzz our politics,
throwing down
word bowls.

Later
our emptiness
would rattle
sorrow sounds.
We'd collect
our strings
and in
our puppetry,
pretend
to make what
love is.

Our love always
sang in colors;
your light pink
played shadows
against my
muddiness.

And
sometimes our song
was just red:
red minds
red noise
red rhythm.

Now we've
used all our
small wants,
so fill me up
with your
loud love.
We hip our
laughter
in cups -
too much, too much.
Baby, let loose
those strings
and let's
christen this
comission.

Finally, we had to write a poem in class about going backwards, and this is somehow what my mind came up with:


Red
smoldering sunshine
blue ash
blanketing
yellow.
Kissing fumes
way back
with the girls -
throwing back
melodies.
Tongues rumble
recognition to
the
clock.
Legs dance
backward,
waltzing on
hearts.

Don't read these if you actually like poetry.