Blue pool of used shoes that walked all over me,
Tall fools with blue shoes that stalked me.
Waters of used yous, and who's who.
Crayola crayons color me in with no shoes.
Maybe I am see through, backgrounds filled with baby blues
Skies back drop, fills in lines and you too.
Blues clue, empty shoes.
Moods play you to the tapping feet, jokes of me and you
her and them too.
Help me understand your cool blues.
Book covers with used tools,
Tools used in the blue print of you.
Blue print, shoe print, never knew you print until I saw you on the street.
Street feet, me beep at your blue colored shoes.
Shoelaces tie me up, forcing me to walk in those blue shoes.
Blue shoes, me glued into being you.
You died I cried so now I'm stuck in being you.
Blue fools forced me into being you.
Now I walk and I stalk in your blue shoes, now I live in those blue pools.
Magic marker color in darker so now I'm really stuck
Very toxic not washable so now my skin is blue.
My tongue is sore for I have tasted the world as if I were you.
I should have known that I could get the blue from you.
Statement:
While writing this piece I wanted to really play around with sounds and words, and I think I was able to do that. I have a really good time reading this to myself, it sounds really good and it feels really good to say. I also I wrote this piece right on the spot without going back and editing it normally I revise the things I write over and over again. Normally I also point out exactly what I'm talking about in the the things that I write but I think in this, people have to really bring personal experience, and common sense in while reading it to understand the "blues". I feel Like this is sweet and to the point, and I find those kind of pieces pretty nice because those make you think more.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Play wright
Act one scene me.
Line L.O.V.E
You played me well.
You know every syllable that sounded me.
Clap it out, you defined me as if you dictonary.com-ed me and I find it funny because I thought I was the author of this play.
And although I gave you your leading role, you found a way to hold auditions any way.
But you're directing it, and even though I wrote the script I don't have it memorized.
you told me to go stage right, while you went stage left me.
And what is the setting?
In the palm of your hand.
You placed me between every letter so even when you sound it out, you can say you wrote me better.
I'm starting to think you co-wrote this play because there are bigger words placed,
Than the actions you say.
You show no movement, because you're the kind of actor that acts without moving.
I'm sure you know your lines.
You know me better than I do.
Act one scene you.
Lines fool me once shame on you.
Its time for the curtains to close because this production is beyond closing.
Its possible to rent a place without owning,
and this space will only hold your performance a little while longer.
This town is disowning you.
I hope you can go on acting as if nothing ever happened, but you should know my love was never scripted.
For I was truly addicted to you.
You deserve a round of applause, better yet a standing ovation,
but when you have another casting call you should know I won't be auditioning.
Statement: I don't know how to say this piece is creative. I feel as though that the fact that I created it, is creative enough and should stand on it's own. It's creative because I continuously put pieces out there for others to read. I think this poem is engaging because I talk about how my relationship with this certain person is pretty much a performance, and the fact that I talk about it in a poem which is meant to be performed it's kind of funny. It's engaging because it's real. This piece shows growth because I'm able to put the same situation and feelings into different spaces. I can talk about this one relationship forever and a day because I mean it fills up my head. It's the topic of choice, so I can get it out my head.
Line L.O.V.E
You played me well.
You know every syllable that sounded me.
Clap it out, you defined me as if you dictonary.com-ed me and I find it funny because I thought I was the author of this play.
And although I gave you your leading role, you found a way to hold auditions any way.
But you're directing it, and even though I wrote the script I don't have it memorized.
you told me to go stage right, while you went stage left me.
And what is the setting?
In the palm of your hand.
You placed me between every letter so even when you sound it out, you can say you wrote me better.
I'm starting to think you co-wrote this play because there are bigger words placed,
Than the actions you say.
You show no movement, because you're the kind of actor that acts without moving.
I'm sure you know your lines.
You know me better than I do.
Act one scene you.
Lines fool me once shame on you.
Its time for the curtains to close because this production is beyond closing.
Its possible to rent a place without owning,
and this space will only hold your performance a little while longer.
This town is disowning you.
I hope you can go on acting as if nothing ever happened, but you should know my love was never scripted.
For I was truly addicted to you.
You deserve a round of applause, better yet a standing ovation,
but when you have another casting call you should know I won't be auditioning.
Statement: I don't know how to say this piece is creative. I feel as though that the fact that I created it, is creative enough and should stand on it's own. It's creative because I continuously put pieces out there for others to read. I think this poem is engaging because I talk about how my relationship with this certain person is pretty much a performance, and the fact that I talk about it in a poem which is meant to be performed it's kind of funny. It's engaging because it's real. This piece shows growth because I'm able to put the same situation and feelings into different spaces. I can talk about this one relationship forever and a day because I mean it fills up my head. It's the topic of choice, so I can get it out my head.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Jamie
I sit and watch my poster fall off the wall and along with it comes the paint, that reveals a egg shell color which tells a story about the person before me, a girl who was once a boy who has on make up to cover all the flaws when he was born into James, but that’s another story.
While that paint is coming off I sit and watch my poster, I forget James because I don’t know him but the truth is I already met him because his paint tells a story of homosexuality, broke up and mixed like a Michael Jackson story.
But he cries out to me and tells me to fix the walls with cracks that his daddy made to make him fall, but I don’t hear him because I’m too stupid to see that Jamie was once James anybody can change with surgery or just their mind nothing is wrong with their story.
Jame, james, james i am not james he said i am jamie. J.A.M.I.E I'm a girl not a boy do you hear me? James, james, james, stop even though I'm now a girl god still loves me, can't you see? see the jamie with in me?
As the paint peels off I watch like police watched those homophobes kill him in all their glory like a lion in the jungle, with the blood dripping from their lips like Jamie wasn’t a real person, but see the problem wasn’t him, it was them they say Jamie committed a sin but the truth is killing another human-being just because of their sexual orientation doesn’t make you god, but it makes you the devil for ripping him up and spitting him out like a piece of dirt on a Sunday morning.
James just wanted to be Jamie not your brother, sister or lover but just women with a penis with her head held up high despite people who call her names and beat her down just like Marco from Degrassi.
But it’s okay because I’m going to fix that paint and fix the crack that his daddy made for I am just like Jamie, my name is homo and I am very sexual so come face me and stop being a coward for I’m not ashamed of who I am your just ashamed of what you can’t be and thats the Jamie that lives with in me.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Razor Sharp
I wear them like it's in fashion.
These things are my clothing I hang all this crap up in my closet.
I have one for everyday of the week, and believe me when the year is over I will have some leftover.
The purples, reds, and blues go great with my eyes, the colors best compliment me right before my tears drop and dries on my open wound.
These things breathe another life, that lives through every razor sharp touch.
I like to dress them up.
Pretending as if I fell, as if something scratched me, but it was me who did it.
I did it.
I like escaping in these things called cuts
bleeding with these cuts
forgetting with for a moment with these cuts, that maybe my life isn't this life that I'm living.
I'm living through these cuts
I feed through these cuts
I make up with these cuts, they are my cover for the crap I'm going through.
I may need some new skin too because this flesh is all torn up and blue.
But I wear it so well you wanna wear these blue arms too? Wanna pretend like you know what I"m going through?
You can't possibly understand because you can't wear it as well as I do.
I match my pain so well with these colors but at the end of the day when its over I cover
I can't have you looking at my colors, you'll judge because you can't afford.
Monday I wear the red
Tuesday I wear the pinks
and Wednesday are the best day for purples
Thursdays I love to wear my blues
and Friday it only bruise
but my Saturday and Sunday I'm finding a new razor to use because last weeks razor is this weeks old news.
I like to cut up because I have no more room in my closet.
If you know me so well how about you hang it up?
Statement:
This piece shows creativity because I use imagery to draw a picture for the reader. I use colors, and days of the week to express the situation which all people can relate to.
It engaging because in the beginning I don't say what exactly I'm talking about, so it makes the reader want to read on and understand the situations.
This piece shows growth because I'm talking about a topic that I've only heard about, and haven't gone through it myself so I'm trying to put myself in someone else's shoes.
These things are my clothing I hang all this crap up in my closet.
I have one for everyday of the week, and believe me when the year is over I will have some leftover.
The purples, reds, and blues go great with my eyes, the colors best compliment me right before my tears drop and dries on my open wound.
These things breathe another life, that lives through every razor sharp touch.
I like to dress them up.
Pretending as if I fell, as if something scratched me, but it was me who did it.
I did it.
I like escaping in these things called cuts
bleeding with these cuts
forgetting with for a moment with these cuts, that maybe my life isn't this life that I'm living.
I'm living through these cuts
I feed through these cuts
I make up with these cuts, they are my cover for the crap I'm going through.
I may need some new skin too because this flesh is all torn up and blue.
But I wear it so well you wanna wear these blue arms too? Wanna pretend like you know what I"m going through?
You can't possibly understand because you can't wear it as well as I do.
I match my pain so well with these colors but at the end of the day when its over I cover
I can't have you looking at my colors, you'll judge because you can't afford.
Monday I wear the red
Tuesday I wear the pinks
and Wednesday are the best day for purples
Thursdays I love to wear my blues
and Friday it only bruise
but my Saturday and Sunday I'm finding a new razor to use because last weeks razor is this weeks old news.
I like to cut up because I have no more room in my closet.
If you know me so well how about you hang it up?
Statement:
This piece shows creativity because I use imagery to draw a picture for the reader. I use colors, and days of the week to express the situation which all people can relate to.
It engaging because in the beginning I don't say what exactly I'm talking about, so it makes the reader want to read on and understand the situations.
This piece shows growth because I'm talking about a topic that I've only heard about, and haven't gone through it myself so I'm trying to put myself in someone else's shoes.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Words don't add up
we has always been my favorite word, but I as in you has always been your favorite word. All this time it has been we as in me trying to make things work, and we as in not you have been getting tired of all this work that I’ve had to put in. I mean where have you been in all this we? We don’t work because you are selfish. I mean how can me and you be a we if you’re always so worried about the I, as in I’m stupid for not knowing the right point of view. We’re collective, we are one, we are together, but I’m fine being singular, if we can’t make this plural thing work, because soon we will be you alone thinking of me and of how we are no longer. I wish we... see right there is where the problem begins. Its me hoping for we, but I can’t make we on my own. it’s we for a reason because it takes more than just me. it takes too people it takes a group collectively and willingly to join I together so that we are no longer I alone.
I mean I’ve tried,
I've fought,
I've cried,
I've lost,
I've did the we but its always just been me hoping that you would join but how can I expect so much from you when you spell we with an I?
How about you walk your singular ass out of my life? take your singular heart and feel those singular feelings and be singular as you like. But don’t look for us to be plural in the sheets, plural when your singular feelings start multiplying into, where is she, why did she leave me where is the we? But you’ll always have that one single thought of me.
Those were just some thoughts that I probably would never say because I'm so emotional about us you think I'm crazy. But it's that crazy kind of crazy you feel when you love someone.
You will forever be stuck with the thoughts of how you had the right one right under your nose, but you turned the other way.I hope you can leave with that little thought, you really had it all be you decided to go the other way and chase things that clearly weren’t going to work. I guess as humans we shy away from the things that want us, but chase the things that won’t have us but I think you’ll be chasing me now. I’m no longer in your hands for your personal use I’m not longer worried about the we, I could care less about you and I together. I just want you to know that I’ve always loved the idea of us together, the thought of it filled me up with everything that was good. I would have done anything to make us work, I wanted you so bad. Don’t get wrong I still I love, and I always will but I can’t sit around hoping that you will realize that I’m the only one who truly really cares. I hope you’re happy though in whatever path you take, even if the path doesn’t lead to me. Just know that I will be here, always as a friend but never as anything more because I can’t handle you. I can’t handle the thought of all the effort that I put in and how I got absolutely nothing back from you. I’m learning thought how to be better with you and how I shouldn’t expect so much from you, and how we will never me you and me. Sometimes I sit and think about all the history that we have together and how we almost had it all like that Adele song, but of course you mess up as always but I can’t completely blame you because it was me who allowed you back in my life time and time again. I had the power to let you go but allowed you stayed in my life, causing me more and more heart ache that I clearly didn’t enjoy. But its okay I know I can move on this time, from all of this.
The more we sit here I realize that, we've been going through this same cycle and even though I love you more that I alone, I love me more than us together.
I mean I’ve tried,
I've fought,
I've cried,
I've lost,
I've did the we but its always just been me hoping that you would join but how can I expect so much from you when you spell we with an I?
How about you walk your singular ass out of my life? take your singular heart and feel those singular feelings and be singular as you like. But don’t look for us to be plural in the sheets, plural when your singular feelings start multiplying into, where is she, why did she leave me where is the we? But you’ll always have that one single thought of me.
Those were just some thoughts that I probably would never say because I'm so emotional about us you think I'm crazy. But it's that crazy kind of crazy you feel when you love someone.
You will forever be stuck with the thoughts of how you had the right one right under your nose, but you turned the other way.I hope you can leave with that little thought, you really had it all be you decided to go the other way and chase things that clearly weren’t going to work. I guess as humans we shy away from the things that want us, but chase the things that won’t have us but I think you’ll be chasing me now. I’m no longer in your hands for your personal use I’m not longer worried about the we, I could care less about you and I together. I just want you to know that I’ve always loved the idea of us together, the thought of it filled me up with everything that was good. I would have done anything to make us work, I wanted you so bad. Don’t get wrong I still I love, and I always will but I can’t sit around hoping that you will realize that I’m the only one who truly really cares. I hope you’re happy though in whatever path you take, even if the path doesn’t lead to me. Just know that I will be here, always as a friend but never as anything more because I can’t handle you. I can’t handle the thought of all the effort that I put in and how I got absolutely nothing back from you. I’m learning thought how to be better with you and how I shouldn’t expect so much from you, and how we will never me you and me. Sometimes I sit and think about all the history that we have together and how we almost had it all like that Adele song, but of course you mess up as always but I can’t completely blame you because it was me who allowed you back in my life time and time again. I had the power to let you go but allowed you stayed in my life, causing me more and more heart ache that I clearly didn’t enjoy. But its okay I know I can move on this time, from all of this.
The more we sit here I realize that, we've been going through this same cycle and even though I love you more that I alone, I love me more than us together.
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