i woke up one bright morn to find
that all the world was colorblind
as far as my two eyes could see
the world immersed in unity
suddenly i didn't worry about the clothes i wore
suddenly i laughed with ease and danced right out the door
everyone did gather just to pick apart division
in carefree bliss, with worries naught--or so was my vision
on and on with this lovely show
the colorless moon, how it did glow
as we all slept beneath the trees
at last, at last, all lives at ease
Thursday, October 30, 2008
poem thirteen
luck
that's what i could use
luck
to cure my blues
i need a little rabbit's foot
a clover of four leaves
and a little bit of pixie dust
rolled up in my sleeves
a shiny penny on the ground
catch its gleam, as i look around
pick it up, make a wish
toss it into a well, with a swish
an awfully joyous little lamp
to grant me wishes three
i close my eyes and imagine
so much opportunity
a fortune cookie with my meal
i wonder if the fortune's true
but why the superstition
when i'm wishin
my good luck is you
that's what i could use
luck
to cure my blues
i need a little rabbit's foot
a clover of four leaves
and a little bit of pixie dust
rolled up in my sleeves
a shiny penny on the ground
catch its gleam, as i look around
pick it up, make a wish
toss it into a well, with a swish
an awfully joyous little lamp
to grant me wishes three
i close my eyes and imagine
so much opportunity
a fortune cookie with my meal
i wonder if the fortune's true
but why the superstition
when i'm wishin
my good luck is you
poem twelve
i try to be an optimist
when everything 'round me fails
i try to be an optimist
when faced with woeful tales
i try to be an optimist
when you walk through the door
i try to be an optimist
and think you'll love me more
i try to be an optimist
and dream up a happy end
i try to be an optimist
and think he's my boyfriend
when everything 'round me fails
i try to be an optimist
when faced with woeful tales
i try to be an optimist
when you walk through the door
i try to be an optimist
and think you'll love me more
i try to be an optimist
and dream up a happy end
i try to be an optimist
and think he's my boyfriend
poem eleven
night
once more
classic
timeless
cinematic
enveloping me
with noir
dressed to dream
i think of the past
the nights before me
and how they would last
caress my thoughts
in black, in white
and leave me awestruck
till morning light
once more
classic
timeless
cinematic
enveloping me
with noir
dressed to dream
i think of the past
the nights before me
and how they would last
caress my thoughts
in black, in white
and leave me awestruck
till morning light
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
poem ten
you can't take it with you
my darling
my dear
why should i despair
when i know you are near
it might not be true
it may never be real
but if just for now
i love what i feel
poem nine
a kiss
in the rain
the ingenue
consoling the
falling hero
the boy
philosophizing
with optimism
the girl
not believing
for she has been in love before
or so she's thought
and the crude world
has danced upon her dreams
the look
the one that bores
into the soul
emotion
exposed
effervescent
enchantment
endless
eyes
a classic sort of love
is what i need
with a boy
who loves classics
and me.
poem eight
write a paper
do your chem
that's what your assignment notebook
dictates
but the truth is
you can do your chem
or write your papers
or neither
who am i to take orders
from a book?
a book in which i write the orders
it could just as easily say
photograph nature
make an origami
smile or laugh
and live
but alas
i sit in my room
away from nature
printing my words onto paper without creases
not having any reason to smile or laugh by doing so
not living
but dead
day in.
day out.
turn in.
turn out.
do your chem
that's what your assignment notebook
dictates
but the truth is
you can do your chem
or write your papers
or neither
who am i to take orders
from a book?
a book in which i write the orders
it could just as easily say
photograph nature
make an origami
smile or laugh
and live
but alas
i sit in my room
away from nature
printing my words onto paper without creases
not having any reason to smile or laugh by doing so
not living
but dead
day in.
day out.
turn in.
turn out.
poem 7
schwitzer
i have no idea who he is
or was
for all i know
he could have been
a baker
because it's always hot
in schwitzer hall
hot like an oven
where food comes out of
but no food comes out of schwitzer
unless
you're a cannibal
schwitz could have been
a refrigerator-maker
because schwitz can often be
an icebox
or maybe schwitz was a fellow
who loved to observe
the way women act
in various climate changes
this raises concern.
for all i know
schwitz
was a scientologist.
i have no idea who he is
or was
for all i know
he could have been
a baker
because it's always hot
in schwitzer hall
hot like an oven
where food comes out of
but no food comes out of schwitzer
unless
you're a cannibal
schwitz could have been
a refrigerator-maker
because schwitz can often be
an icebox
or maybe schwitz was a fellow
who loved to observe
the way women act
in various climate changes
this raises concern.
for all i know
schwitz
was a scientologist.
poem 6
it's cold as hell
in indiana
but the thing is
hell's not cold
it's hot
not that i would know.
i just go by word of mouth
apparently people have been there before me
i may have been there too
at some point
i dimly recall staring at a board
with fright
thinking
what in god's name is being taught?
numbers, letters
an explosion of calculus
so much writing
you'd think that he was trying to prove
the existence of a god
yet how can there be one
if calculus exists
one man
one living, breathing
contradiction
and it's not because i'm an idiot
and it's not because i'm spacing out
and it's not because of my frightful tutor
and it's not because of the lyrics to american pie
scrawled in the back of my notebook
in order to keep conscious
oh i've been to the dark depths of despair
but i'll have no more
i withdraw
from hell
sweet, sweet salvation
in indiana
but the thing is
hell's not cold
it's hot
not that i would know.
i just go by word of mouth
apparently people have been there before me
i may have been there too
at some point
i dimly recall staring at a board
with fright
thinking
what in god's name is being taught?
numbers, letters
an explosion of calculus
so much writing
you'd think that he was trying to prove
the existence of a god
yet how can there be one
if calculus exists
one man
one living, breathing
contradiction
and it's not because i'm an idiot
and it's not because i'm spacing out
and it's not because of my frightful tutor
and it's not because of the lyrics to american pie
scrawled in the back of my notebook
in order to keep conscious
oh i've been to the dark depths of despair
but i'll have no more
i withdraw
from hell
sweet, sweet salvation
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
i've got my love to keep me warm
not that i'm seeing anyone.
but dick powell and alice faye are dynamite.
poem five
1:21AM
and all is conflicting
the outside is cold
the dorm is warm
there is no in-between
like hoping
for a snowstorm
in africa
good luck with that
and all is conflicting
the outside is cold
the dorm is warm
there is no in-between
like hoping
for a snowstorm
in africa
good luck with that
poem four
i need to get by
somehow
day after day
assignment after assigmnent
i need to see some progress
but i don't
instead i'm in a neverending haze
a vortex of chemicals
english papers
and notes on a staff
it's always something
an A+ in confusion
that's mine
somehow
day after day
assignment after assigmnent
i need to see some progress
but i don't
instead i'm in a neverending haze
a vortex of chemicals
english papers
and notes on a staff
it's always something
an A+ in confusion
that's mine
poem three
tick-tock
day
all lined up
ahead of you
in the early bright
tick-tock
out you go
exercise routine
that you aren't fond of
tick-tock
a nap would be nice
no dice
tick-tock
night all planned out
at least you try
kind of
tick-tock
time goes by
assignments never die
willingly do work?
not i.
tick-tock
the clock ticks away
ah well.
tomorrow is another day.
Monday, October 27, 2008
poem two
so i had a chem test today
it was like getting kicked in the face
in a way
not that i would know
and so
i fear the grade
the grade that's so near
but so far away
because my professors adore suspense
and i don't
not really.
it depends i guess
like if it's in a movie
then that's cool
but not when it's a test
an intangible grade
floating about in the air
nothing you can do about it
yet it follows you wherever you go
for the rest of your life
stalking
like a stalker
on the internet
you know one of those facebook creepers
but you can't block them
cause they'll just make a new profile
scary
like a final
or forgetting to bring your room keys with you
and being stuck in the lobby in exile
on a late night
and you have nowhere to sit
cause the drunks have passed out on the couches
or the front lawn
whichever was nearest
it was like getting kicked in the face
in a way
not that i would know
and so
i fear the grade
the grade that's so near
but so far away
because my professors adore suspense
and i don't
not really.
it depends i guess
like if it's in a movie
then that's cool
but not when it's a test
an intangible grade
floating about in the air
nothing you can do about it
yet it follows you wherever you go
for the rest of your life
stalking
like a stalker
on the internet
you know one of those facebook creepers
but you can't block them
cause they'll just make a new profile
scary
like a final
or forgetting to bring your room keys with you
and being stuck in the lobby in exile
on a late night
and you have nowhere to sit
cause the drunks have passed out on the couches
or the front lawn
whichever was nearest
poem one
chemistry and netty
hate each other equally
dontcha see
we're meant to be
dontcha see
we're meant to be
kind of.
maybe
like in another universe
..with aliens!!!
..with aliens!!!
that didn't rhyme
la la la dime....
i have a test tomorrow
twill be a day of sorrow
the sun will come out tomorrow
hell no
that's bullshit
i have a calculator
that i got at target
on a discount
priced at a good amount...
it will be my battle weapon
against my 6-year war with chemistry
together we will fight
victoriously
cause i can amaze the professor
and mary ann!
HERE ON GILLIGAN'S ISLE!!
poetry place
i'm netty.
i'm very zen. i believe in peace, love, laughter, and friendship. i don't think there's anything more important than that. i will love people until they give me reasons not to. i'm a pretty happy-go-lucky person, and i believe that the bad things in life are only temporary, and it's your job to make sure that the good things in your life are not.
i'm creative. kind of a hippie. i like life.
i act, draw, improv, sing, dance, etc.
but my poetry needs a home.
and this is it.
i'm very zen. i believe in peace, love, laughter, and friendship. i don't think there's anything more important than that. i will love people until they give me reasons not to. i'm a pretty happy-go-lucky person, and i believe that the bad things in life are only temporary, and it's your job to make sure that the good things in your life are not.
i'm creative. kind of a hippie. i like life.
i act, draw, improv, sing, dance, etc.
but my poetry needs a home.
and this is it.
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