Into You.

I wrote this while sitting in the middle of the quad on my college campus, while I don't remember what the assignment was. It was for Writers Reading Poetry. I handed in a revised version as part of the final with suggestions the professor made, and while he is very talented, I, for some reason, liked this version better.

Into You

Even blaring headphones create a silence
as the bay breeze chills and thrills.
Starting to feel like fall, I wish it would appear the same;
the trees still green with envy, as well as I.
Clouds are a foggy grey for once in a long while;
only a few bodies pass by as the rest are fighting sleep,
the sun playing peekaboo as it brings slight warmth,
and I jump as the bell tolls half past.
The silence is broken for a moment or so.
Re-emerging September air sweeps my hair across my face and gently, I push it back,
so if only for a little while, I can maybe see more clearly.

Your 5-Step Program For Me.

This was an assignment in Writers Reading Poetry where we had to somehow use the five senses to describe something. The subject of the poem is pretty self-explanatory.

Your 5-Step Program For Me

My face is red, flushed and flustered;
I look at you in disbelief.
My rage streams clumsily in breathless tears,
fluttering down my pre-aging skin.
I wish there was a way for you to see
this pain that makes me fight for nothing;
but is it really nothing?
A rise of frustration asking myself such
makes me tense, painfully sore, unbearably weak.
You make me want to run away,
but your eyes let me do nothing but stand perfectly still;
your gaze tells me you know I won’t move.
Now, I’m in shock from the lack of control;
you have this power without a reason why,
and it chills me to my aching bones.
I’m scared not knowing what will become of me
since I’m granting you your 6th second chance;
because lights that reside at most tunnels’ ends,
have begun to shine on you.

The Best Advice I Could Give.

This was a pantoum I did for Intro. to Poetry and we had to take the lines from another source, and the theme had to be about love. I used lines from famous movies.

The Best Advice I Could Give

Don't cry at the beginning of the date.
Kiss me as if it were the last time.
You'll always know when the right person walks into your life.
It's up to you to make it happen.

Kiss me as if it were the last time.
Love won't obey our expectations.
It's up to you to make it happen.
You are what I never knew I always wanted.

Love won't obey our expectations.
We aren't right for anyone else.
You are what I never knew I always wanted.
In the end it all comes down to one.

We aren't right for anyone else.
The world kind of magically faded away.
In the end it all comes down to one.
He was the one thing I followed.

The world kind of magically faded away.
You'll always know when the right person walks into your life.
He was the one thing I followed.
Don't cry at the beginning of the date.

Goodbye, autumn.

I wrote this for Writers Reading Poetry...not sure exactly what the assignment was.

Goodbye, autumn.

As days fall crisp and breezy, gloves and coats
emerge from darkened closets. Chilled apple cider is
the seasonal treat, tasting sweet
through all its’ bitterness. Then there’s the night of
candy and spooks, sending kin on a never-ending dash
for sugar-induced insanity, snuffing the silence parents rarely hear.
Leaves morph into colors other than their norm, dying to protect
the also-dying ground beneath. Their assumed slumber becomes disturbed
as they are jumped upon and carelessly thrown. Soon though,
I will wake to Jack Frost, and scarves will shield my faded cherry
nose. When the first snow begins to fall, I’ll be welcoming to
frigidness like it’s just another day.

Like Heaven

I know this may sound odd, but this was my second poem for Contemporary American Poetry that I made as an elegy to Heath Ledger. I was never a huge fan of his, but thought he was a great actor and this is an account of my reactions that I felt when I found out he had died. The title is a reference to his role in "10 Things I Hate About You" when he sings to Kat.

Like Heaven

The spotlight shone upon you for
strongly defending a forbidden love that
made you weak, and for being the knight
in shining armor that stole girls’ fairy tale
hearts. Your rebellion was just a phase
until you were called out on the ten things
that she hated about you. You fought against
the norm to make yourself a revolution, and
you sacrificed yourself for the most recent
role you got to play, taking your sense of
humor a bit too seriously. 3:26 is the time
I will always remember as the moment
when I lost all hope for the rest of us when
tomorrow’s legend would never wake up.

Everywhere's Winter

This was my first poem for Contemporary American Poetry in the Spring 2008 semester.

Everywhere's Winter

Silence is usually golden, but
has turned to an angelic white.
Red fogs across the muffled sky,
and moonlight the shade of periwinkle gives
a different shade to all that lies as shadows.
Speckles appear only in lights’ eyes, and
then in ours for the duration of a fluttering lash;
and for the time that the chill saturates our skin,
the chill outside seems much the same
as everything freezes to a healthy glow.