Saturday, November 07, 2009

poem abt. writing poetry

oh my god
I didn't write a poem for class today
I didn't even remember what it was until I read the prompt at the top of the page

What's my problem that I can't take ten minutes to crap out some verse? or jot down a rhyme like this one, scribbled in class while Kort speaks and reads her poetry

ex-swimmer

you're so mean when you want to die
you say you're ready but you don't know why
don't you hide your pain from the whole wide world

Don't you miss the days when you used to swim?
with she and her, and him and him.
but the water has no beauty now, no faceted diamond glints

just a dirty pond of H2O, with a surface that reflects your sins

autocannibalism

you don't think of anyone but yourself,
you're a bully and a **** and a beautiful person
when you're out in the light

It's a little sick the way you're so weak
and your weakness has everyone wrapped around your finger
even you

you let a black hole grow inside your chest,
if you don't block it out it'll eat your air
you will choke and die