Simple, pure
Holy, white
Released from its cage
It disappears into the sun.
It's a symbol for peace,
It's a symbol for love,
And yet it remains
A pigeon.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Walk in the Snow
I stand there, gleaming
My hand around your waist
When I sense it.
Tomorrow you'll tell me we need to talk.
"Do you want to go for a walk in the snow?"
My hand around your waist
When I sense it.
Tomorrow you'll tell me we need to talk.
"Do you want to go for a walk in the snow?"
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Winter
A flash of white
A shockwave through a greyscale city
The city stands as yesterday
Winter has fallen
I swear this is a poem about nuclear war. I wrote it before the snow started!
A shockwave through a greyscale city
The city stands as yesterday
Winter has fallen
I swear this is a poem about nuclear war. I wrote it before the snow started!
Friday, November 24, 2006
Cold Metal Door
Four white-washed walls of menacing brick,
A single window on a cold metal door,
The width much less than that of a man's skull,
(I'm sure it was designed that way for a reason)
A single covered wire, crawling down from the ceiling.
I can leave, but you all have to stay;
I have English next semester.
A single window on a cold metal door,
The width much less than that of a man's skull,
(I'm sure it was designed that way for a reason)
A single covered wire, crawling down from the ceiling.
I can leave, but you all have to stay;
I have English next semester.
In Norway (On Broadway)
They say the Northern Lights are bright, in Norway.
They say there's always vodka in the air.
But when you're sledding down the street,
A reindeer nibblin' at your feet,
Your hat is goddam frozen to your hair.
Thats all I have so far. I'd like to finish. The whole poem was kinda a challenge.
They say there's always vodka in the air.
But when you're sledding down the street,
A reindeer nibblin' at your feet,
Your hat is goddam frozen to your hair.
Thats all I have so far. I'd like to finish. The whole poem was kinda a challenge.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Grad Write Up (Robbie)
Here I sit, on my computer,
Writing my grad write-up and pretending that it's June.
It's not June, it's November and that seems to
Reflect itself through my entire High School existence:
Pretending the sun is shining when it's raining just outside.
It's not June.
June will never come.
Writing my grad write-up and pretending that it's June.
It's not June, it's November and that seems to
Reflect itself through my entire High School existence:
Pretending the sun is shining when it's raining just outside.
It's not June.
June will never come.
Scroll Lock
What the fuck does Scroll Lock do?
It sits there, taunting me from the top of my keyboard
Light on, light off, it does nothing
But I must push it anyway
So my three lights
Are symetrical.
Fuck.
It sits there, taunting me from the top of my keyboard
Light on, light off, it does nothing
But I must push it anyway
So my three lights
Are symetrical.
Fuck.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
(Surprises)
(Surprises)
The ground breaks open
A single hand through the shattered tile
Pale and Broken
Red and white
Like two thirds of Neapolitan ice cream
I'm Hungry.
(Hungary)
The ground breaks open
A single hand through the shattered tile
Pale and Broken
Red and white
Like two thirds of Neapolitan ice cream
I'm Hungry.
(Hungary)
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Cpt Crunch
Captain Crunch is a jerk.
He hopped this train and
Stole my drawing.
He says rail travel pollutes.
Fuck you Crunch.
He hopped this train and
Stole my drawing.
He says rail travel pollutes.
Fuck you Crunch.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Thoughts
Christopher Sholes must have been a romantic,
Because when he developed the typewriter
He put U and I together.
Because when he developed the typewriter
He put U and I together.
Fuck you, yes this is a poem.
I'm up late so I'm not sure
If my brilliance is quite so pure.
It may be so very deep
Or I may need just to go to sleep.
Sound off!
(I propose caffene as a solution.)
If my brilliance is quite so pure.
It may be so very deep
Or I may need just to go to sleep.
Sound off!
(I propose caffene as a solution.)
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
The Bird is Waiting in the Blacksmith Shop.
Can the terse German tongue rise, according to the book?
-- the bird is waiting in the blacksmith shop.
Groan, battle, hell: these are magnificent words: they have a force.
Yet dressed in simple white muslin,
and with a single tuberose in the ample folds of her rich brown hair,
her hand totters feebly down the stairs,
still pale from the terror and excitement of the past evening.
She longs to lay her poor spectacle.
What has moved you to it?
-- the bird is waiting in the blacksmith shop.
Groan, battle, hell: these are magnificent words: they have a force.
Yet dressed in simple white muslin,
and with a single tuberose in the ample folds of her rich brown hair,
her hand totters feebly down the stairs,
still pale from the terror and excitement of the past evening.
She longs to lay her poor spectacle.
What has moved you to it?
From The Awful German Language by Mark Twain.
Based on Don't be afraid to buy our Penis Enlarge Patch by Chen Weijian.
Based on Don't be afraid to buy our Penis Enlarge Patch by Chen Weijian.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Best of Both Worlds: A Tribute to Kelsey Shein
(moderately fast)
Monday is you birthday,
your T-Shirt says today.
I only know you mod'rately well:
I don't know what to say..
Monday is you birthday,
your T-Shirt says today.
I only know you mod'rately well:
I don't know what to say..
(suddenly slowly)
But here's my birthday wish to you:
(spoken)
I hope have a good day
I hope it's nice and clean.
I hope that John-Mark kisses you
And your hair does not turn green.
(moderately fast)
Happy Birthday Kelsey, Happy Birthday Kelsey, Happy Birthday Kel-Say. Kel-Say. (x2)
(spoken)
I hope have a good day
You're turning seventeen.
You'll probably get your N real soon
'Less your tester's way too mean.
You'll drive fast around, in your parents' car
But certainly with care
Listening to the wind, and the radio
Oh my God! A bear!
(moderately fast)
Happy Birthday Kelsey, Happy Birthday Kelsey, Happy Birthday Kel-Say. Kel-Say. (x2)
Yeah!
(slow to end)
And here's my birthday wish to you.
Monday, November 06, 2006
The Numbers One Through Ten in Alphabetical Order
The Numbers One Through Ten in Alphabetical Order
- eight
- five
- four
- nine
- one
- seven
- six
- ten
- three
- two
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Poetry
Draft One.
Awake! Oh you young men of England,
Who ne’er his duty shirked.
Our minds are married, but we are too young
So here are you, and here am I,
As lovely as the day.
It is forbidden to dream again.
We've been assigned to write a poem using six lines from six different poems. I want to use George Orwell. Let's see how far I get.
Awake! Oh you young men of England,
Who ne’er his duty shirked.
Our minds are married, but we are too young
So here are you, and here am I,
As lovely as the day.
It is forbidden to dream again.
We've been assigned to write a poem using six lines from six different poems. I want to use George Orwell. Let's see how far I get.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Wikipedia
Wikipedia.
Wikipedia fails to agknowledge
People who derive their fame from the internet
Which is ironic.
Wikipedia fails to agknowledge
People who derive their fame from the internet
Which is ironic.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
War of Attrition
War of Attrition
Ten million men
Sent to a bloody death
So I can be with you.
Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere
Love is such a lovely word for
"I need to control you
For me to survive."
Conspiracy Theories Are Stupid
Roosevelt did not leave
Pearl Harbour intentionally vulnerable.
Conspiracy theories are stupid.
Ten million men
Sent to a bloody death
So I can be with you.
Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere
Love is such a lovely word for
"I need to control you
For me to survive."
Conspiracy Theories Are Stupid
Roosevelt did not leave
Pearl Harbour intentionally vulnerable.
Conspiracy theories are stupid.
A List of Things to Write a Poem About.
A Poem, Written In the Form of a List, of Things I Would Like to Incorperate Into a Poem or Poems That I Would Like To Write:
- Hegemony.
- Limericks.
- A poem staring as a limerick.
- Satire.
- The Game.
- Nilhism.
- "Do not dream".
- Repitition.
- "Life is Nothing".
- "Wen solche Lehren nicht efreun, Verdienet nicht ein Mensch ze sein".
- Mocking emo kids.
- Geeky Humour.
- The lack of music videos on MTV.
- A rhyme sceme similar to Paul Brant's "Convoy".
- Ancient Philosophers.
- Stupid Names.
- Hippy Names.
- Frankenstien (his monster).
- The French Language.
- Politics.
- Plane crash sound effects.
- A description of a plane crash, people screaming, babies, flight attendants, escape shutes.
- Mash-ups: Song over song over song, at 500x speed.
- "In my spegettii".
- Skeletons in my closet.
- Make a list, raising my voice.
- Video games.
Two Poems
Untitled 1
I wonder if I
Can justify the writing
Of poems with no purpose or meaning.
Doubleplusungood
Why say terrible
When you can just say
Doubleplusungood?
I wonder if I
Can justify the writing
Of poems with no purpose or meaning.
Doubleplusungood
Why say terrible
When you can just say
Doubleplusungood?
A French Socials Studies Text Book
A List of People Famous Enough To Be In a French Socials Studies Text Book:
- Oliver Cromwell
- John Locke
- Josephine Bonapart
- William Johnson
- Juan Perez
- Lord Nelson
Two British Generals
Two British Generals
There were two British generals.
One thought he had a heart attack,
But it turned out to just be gas.
There were two British generals.
One thought he had a heart attack,
But it turned out to just be gas.
A List of Things That Are Funny.
A List of Things That Are Funny:
- The three stooges.
- Archie comics and stand-up comedians.
- The words "penis" and "vagina".
Hitler.
A List of Things That Are Not Funny:
- Testing of cosmetics on animals.
- Objectification of women by the media.
- The deaths of millions of Jews during the Halocaust.
Clowns.
An Apology
I have decided that I write enough poetry (and few enough comics) that I can justify making a poetry blog. I have a few notes about it though.
- Everything from this post on (with the exception of short stories or comics is a poem. Why? Because I say so. It may not seem like a poem, but that's just because you aren't enlightened to my revolutionary style.
- This blog is absolutely perfect. Any typos are added intentionally for poetic or dramatic effect.
- I am, right here, officially linking all my works with happiness, puppies and freedom. If you don't like any of my works that also means you don't like happiness, puppies or freedom. If this is the case please report yourself to your local police station for your crimes against humanity.
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