Disappear in the living Room

When I was standing in that “living” room

There lost, being told things quickly

Seeing the pictures of happiness

Surrounding me and somehow making me feel,

Feel down and depressed. I could hear her typing

Him flipping the pages most tearing them

The pages as he turns to the next page,

And seeing his glasses slide slightly down his face

Looking down on the page.

I could feel the light hit my face

The cold floors brush against

My bare feet, bringing chills to me

But then letting myself fall

Onto the gray silky couch.

The light then glistering upon my face

Covering my eyes shielding

The tears approaching me

As my body would start to shake.

I see him looking up glancing at me

He’d clear his throat, coughing slightly

She would look up from the computer,

Her hands still moving across the keys

I could hear the tapping of her fingers

As they press against the plastic pieces

On those set into the board

On the keyboard on her lap top.

My throat tightening

And I would lick my lips

Hands start trembling…

He’d then set down his book and glance up

Looking directly at me and say

Something and everything

Of what I could possibly be doing wrong

Though I did not quite understand why.

So I stood there quite, losing patience

And feeling like my feet are suddenly nailed

Glued to the floor, unmovable.

After this long dreary moment

I dashed up to my room

Closed the door

As I lay my head on my soft

Comfy and warm bed.

Grabbing my phone thinking of someone

I’d would call them, breaking down

In tears that are pouring out of my eyes

And dripping down my face.

I could hear them quietly talking down there,

To one another now even as I didn’t go down

Like nothing happened that night.

I could picture them

Sitting there in that room…

Narrative Poem

Title of Work: Daniel-Henry kahunweiler autumn 1910 Artist: Pablo Picasso

Disarray

Drifting into pieces

My body dethatching

And everything around

Just seems to desire me

My hands keep shaking

yet I can’t feel them attached

But why must I feel

As if I’m some toy

The boxes pressing up

Against my bare skin

Yet somehow I’m sinking in

I feel like I’m lost

Without a trace

But all mixed up

In disarray…

Title of Work: A woman before an Aquarium

Artist: Henri Matisse

The Fish

Hmph, why does that fish

That small innocent fish

Get a chance to die?

When he deserved me

Lied straight out to my face

Betrayed me, left me

As if I’m trash

Do I not mean the world

To him at all?

The fish doesn’t know

Nor fear what I fear

The fish gets to lie

There and drown to death

But my flesh my skin

Stays within, doesn’t move

Not even an inch

Oh how I wish

Wish to be that fish!

Title of Work : The death of the poet water Rhemon

Artist: Conrad Felixmiller

Lights in the City

The city streets calling

Lights flashing

And the sounds of death

Approach thy

What others writing may think

Doesn’t matter

It’s now or never

The guy standing on

His ledge, waiting

For this moment

Will it com in the end

When all the lights

Turn to heaven

Above him…

Title of Work: Japanese Interior Tradition

Artist: Altdorf Foundation

Tinny Japanese Room

Sitting, resting all alone

Waiting for thy to come home

You wonder about

And feel as if you’re sinking in

The room filled with fragile

Things, all laid out

As if never touched

Never used but they

Sit in the little room

Apart from this huge room

Looking in on this

Exquisite setting, the feeling

Of being there

Yet never entering

What a tinny space

That brings Japanese

Taste into one

Short visit.

Women Who Love Men

They are beautiful

And never lonely, living for them wondering

where it could go; searching

For the swiftness of one of them.

They change their clothing

In the evening to something more sensual

That sparkles barely covering

Their body, having bliss

As if biting into melting chocolate,

They sway their hips and their hair flows past their face.

Wanting makes them unstable

They fall to the sound of

The manly voice.

When they die, it’s harmless, and feels great

Their spirits feel sensational

And they have finally made it with them.

Extended Metaphor:

The Darkness within you There is something darkening about you

Perhaps bloody tears upon your face

The timer beeps louder here

Making that sound ring in my ear

Computer waddling in your place

And it is no wonder you are out of step

Sheets falling down the sun rising

Far in the distance over there

You are like the stars taking up moonlight

You are like the sea splashing me in my eyes

Burning them so I can’t see

You are like heaven and hell disturbing thy inside

Making it hard for thaw to breath

You are like water dropping down my mouth

When I’m lost in my dreams

You are like the light hitting my sensitive skin

Making it sting within

The way you are, those tears in your eyes

They look red from all the times

You cried. You kept telling me

You are fine, everything is alright.

You promised me it would be alright

But you lied to me

Now all I see is the bloody

Tears dripping down your face

Look what you are doing to me

All I see is the pain

You are going through

And all the bloody tears

That fell upon your beautiful

Pale peachy face.

The School Day

Turning it in makes me important

Though you know I’m falling

Through, I kept debating this morning

This morning I still felt crushed

From what he said to me,

Yet they’re still over protective

You sit in class when it’s

Dull and I feel sick and lost

You come to me through out

Each time between my

Classes and I’m suddenly needed

Soon enough the day

Most over and my body

Is not connected to my mind

As if it’s out of it

They all pass me in the hall

Trying wanting to leave

Step up by Drowning Pool

1, 2, 3 - Go!

Broken,

Yeah, you've been living on the edge of a broken dream.

Nothing,

Yeah, that's the only thing you'll ever take away from me.

I'm never gonna stop,

I'm never gonna drop,

Ain't no different than it was before.

So take some good advice,

You better stop and think twice,

Before you take your first step,

Out that door.

If you wanna step up (step up),

You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).

If you wanna step up (step up),

You're gonna get knocked down.

You had your chance to walk away.

Live to see another day.

If you wanna step up (step up),

You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).

You're gonna get knocked down...

Aaaaah...

Suffering,

Yeah, that's the only thing here that's left for you.

Nothing,

Yeah, that's the only thing you're ever gonna -- do.

I'm never gonna stop,

I'm never gonna drop,

Ain't no different than it was before.

So take some good advice,

You better stop and think twice,

Before you take your first step,

Out that door.

So if you wanna step up (step up),

You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).

If you wanna step up (step up),

You're gonna get knocked down.

You had your chance to walk away.

Live to see another day.

If you wanna step up (step up),

You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).

You're gonna get knocked down...

You're gonna get knocked down...

And now you've crossed that line...

You must be out your mind.

Go.

If you wanna step up (step up),

You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).

If you wanna step up (step up),

You're gonna get knocked down.

You had your chance to walk away.

Live to see another day.

If you wanna step up (step up),

You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).

You're gonna get knocked down...

You're gonna get knocked down (step up).

You're gonna get knocked down...

You're gonna get knocked down (step up).

You're gonna get knocked... down!

Ballad Poem For Step Up

Wondering apart from you forever

Trampling down through history

It’s a never ending mistory here

Fighting arpart from this forever-ness

It’s a struggling emotion with you now

The panicing friction coming through

I’m done with you forget it

The anger racing throughout

Ballad Poem- Sometimes by Punch Brothers

Standing in a western room with you and me

The constant movement trickling

Bringing excitement towards you and me

The speedy tempo transforming

Soon the smoothness is overwhelming

Turning back and forth with you

The sunny background comforting

Compassion arising with you

Concert Poem

“167 words”

I have one day to use few words

But my thoughts ever adding up

How can I go through out the day

With only using 167 words

Impossible I say to you

How could I do this all day

I have so much I wish to say

To him and her

I will not last can not last

Saying just a few words all day

When you have so much to say

Yet told you cant today

Does it affect you through out your day

I’ll tell you what happened to me

I talked about 40 words in physics class

And then I didn’t speak till I called him that night

How could I go without talking to my parents

You ask? Well child I don’t know

It was hard and painful

For when I’m not at school

I’m too talk-a-tive

Yes I know such a shy girl I am

Yet once I’m around my family

Around my friends you’d wish

To hear no sound

Saying 167 words to me

To you would be

Infuriately for thy can not last

If told to only speak a few words

How very sad that day was for me…

The Bloody Scar

That sharp metal piece

dug into her skin

Ripping and tearing

her chin.

The pain seen in her eyes as

the sweet innocent little girl

Grabbed her dad’s

arm. He cradled her

Noticing his child was hurt

Driving her to the hospital

You could tell he was lost in

thought

worry and guilt. The blood

dripping down her precious face

Her tears pouring out of

place

He glanced at his daughter now

Know she would be soon be in

The doctors arms till he could fix

the pain she was in

Then afterward driving home

His eyes sparked and she was smiling

The pain now gone for this time

And hopefully wont ring within…

Your just not what he wants…

I just have this to say

I hugged him

I will admit that

His arms so warm

His smile so sweet

His touch was comforting to me

And you saw

Him and I standing there

I know you love him

And that would make you mad

You probably think

That I have a crush on him

He hugged me that day

You wished to walk away

He smiled at you

And you saw him do it too

He was falling for me and not you

He was wanting me

And you wished it were you

I smiled, I laughed at the thought

You mumbled viciously towards me

I knew what you said, “ He should be mine”

But instead he wanted me

He looked at you and smiled

You looked at him and glared

I looked at you and my eyes drifted down

You looked at me and you had a frown

He hugged you once

Then took my hand

Forgive me

He loves me now

He wants me

And somehow it’s meant to be

-Apology Poem

Poetry Reflection

Throughout this poetry unit I found writing about myself for class the most difficult part, being able to express myself in poetry wasn’t the hard part however being able to share this with others is the hard part. Having to write poems based off of instructions was also difficult because I wrote poems all the time but without someone telling me what to write. Having directions on the type of poem I have to write was easy to fallow yet stressful because I don’t usually have to fall a structure when writing something so personal. When writing all the poetry we wrote during this unit I found myself lost in side, I found that there are emotions and feelings I had hidden away that I wasn’t about to bring out. Though the minute we started writing my mind went all over the place bringing back new and old memories to life. I found that I have care about those around me more then I can possibly put into words. That those I love probably will never know just how much I care. Yet I was able to write a poem about how much it affects me when they cry when they are happy. I found that I myself have been just as happy and sad or even as mad as them. I found myself rethinking things I have said or done, wondering what happened to make me want to do these things. Such as a time when I had seen my friend cry in front of me because of something that had happened and she was just getting over it. I had never seen her that upset to where she put her head down on the floor in front of me and cried and the worst part is she kept crying no matter what I said or did. In this unit I wrote a poem about how I felt that day, how I feel even when she is not upset just because I worry. I found that I am a person who always worries about those I love and care about. I see now that I am someone who doesn’t mind giving back to those around me and showing them each and every day just how much I care just how much they mean to me. I feel that this unit has opened up a part of me that I shall never let go and that now I find myself writing poems more than I did before. I used to write poems when I was really emotional, whether it was because I was crying in my room, laughing with my friends, or just really mad over anything at all. However now I find myself writing to write about the day about my life about just about anything and now it doesn’t matter the mood I’m in I just want to write. I feel this unite showed me the side of me that loves poetry even more then I realized it before. Over all throughout this unit I just enjoyed writing about poetry and being able to see art and related my poems to them. I absolutely love poetry even more now I know that reading it is inspirational but writing it allows me to let old feelings go that are negative or expand on those that I love. Analyzing it was not fun and it really made me stressed out I would much rather write it and allow others to analyze my poetry which can contain meaning throughout the poem and allows them to relate their life to mine.