List of titles

Falling up
Keyboard chronicles
An Ode to Charles
To that asshole that told me what the fuck do I need to know the score for when I asked for the fucking score after I called next at the YMCA
Ironic illness
Ridgewood

Mimicking two authors' curses

My take on Martin Espada's curse:

For the time I got left alone in the house and had no fucking clue what to do

I realize that now it's all forgotten
I don't have to worry about this kind of
solidarity, loneliness, the epitome of such
that I felt that night, in the house alone
I see that you might've had things to do
or one of you was elsewhere in the house
but god damn it, you could've said
literally anything, to me, when I woke up
That shit scarred me for a while and
I probably wont forget it for another 15 years
and you were just sleeping, and to me it was a crisis

Sherman Alexie style poem:

Curse XX

When, I find
when traveling,
a kid alone

He's crying
or she's crying,
and you
never can tell

are they okay?
more importantly,
are their parents around?

they aren't,
the kid is alone
terrified

From now on
I dare you
be both of those
missing parents

Simultaneously.

Curse Ten: The Plague

Here you are a violent little piece of shit.
You only bother to hide, you
Only irritate every living creature
besides yourself, you sit among the arches, the
plants in the gardens and the god damn living room
then you wait and softly, softer than a feline
land and scour the vessels until you can't anymore
then you depart and you're a glutton and I can't
stand seeing you anywhere

Day and Night

In the morning
you're full of energy
excitement, adventure,
In the city
you slither between jobs
and everything bores you

it's getting dark
you think about
something more permanent
stable
and those buildings in the clouds
aren't so exciting anymore
and you don't want to take the train

it's night
among the trees
it's quiet
you like the peace
no need for scraping skies
you'll only revisit
in your head
you know the sunset's gone
I still love you like it's daytime
good night

Perfection

The fire of 100 suns
only delicately crisps
your succulent skin

The heat of foreign lands
Accentuates your flavors
When it's rubbed
into your soul

You are perfect

My lighthearted take on Locomotive Songs

Hoist Symphonies

I took the elevator everyday
It was easier

On days where it worked
I pressed the button, without a pass

Living out the privilege,
of somebody else

I glide up the floors
oh so exhilarated

Knowing I could get caught

Like any time
Nervous and excited

I got to see you

One Holy Night by Sandra Cisneros adaptation

It seems to me as though Cisneros is putting snippets of prose together and utilizing them as poem stanzas. They seem heavily based on simile and anecdote. 

Here's my adaptation:

"Some claim love spreads like a common cold, but 

I imagine it differently. It's more like a tornado, 

where it can tear one house to shreds and take a 

mere roof shingle from the next.    

                          

I always hear people talk about shows they like. They 

get so into it, reciting every detail from the pilot to the

latest season finale, and its great to hear how 

absorbed they are, but you never feel the same spark. 

Only after you find a show for you.               

And that's how I feel. About love, anyways."

Love Poem

I want to write a love poem
no I don't because that would be stupid
why should I write this
if it'll be over in a few
months
weeks
minutes
why should I devote myself
to this ephemeral
relationship?
I see the other girls that put hearts
in their statuses
and it's all over if you just
change that relationship status
and say a few words to them
professing
your feelings for a new lover
being in a relationship is too much
"commitment"
for me right now
I don't want to deal with the stress
Jeez I hope this doesn't carry over into high school

I simply want to be, continued

I simply want to be

The addiction

She indulges in

To endure her workload

She leaves

But only temporarily

I want her to return

To need me

Love me when I'm warm

Cringe when I'm bitter

But deal with me anyways

She knows it's worth it

In the end

And when she thinks she's had enough

She reaches for another cup

And when she reaches

for another cup

she’s reminded just why

she’s addicted

I kiss her nose

I’m getting close to her lips

it all comes back

to her

the adrenaline and her heart pounding

all she needs is an hour’s break

to feel me missing

she burns her tongue

and curses loudly

but that will only

make her want me more

and realize how good it really is

when she slows down

and savours the aroma

Initial Workshop Post

First blog post:

“Poetry Workshop

Calculus

Engineering

Computer Science

Seminar

College Essay

Common App

Sat II’s

Supplements”

I can somehow turn this list into a poem by expressing my stress about the college process and everything I have to do before I can comfortably enjoy my last year of, and graduate high school.