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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

(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)

Cpt Crunch

Captain Crunch is a jerk.
He hopped this train and
Stole my drawing.

He says rail travel pollutes.

Fuck you Crunch.

Thoughts

Christopher Sholes must have been a romantic,
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.)

Pirate Jack Archive

So I made a comic ages ago, it was REALLY bad, but I figured I'd post a link.

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?

From The Awful German Language by Mark Twain.
Based on Don't be afraid to buy our Penis Enlarge Patch by Chen Weijian.

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..

(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.

The Combination To My Heart

49-33-12

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

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.