Saturday, April 13, 2013

today was a poem


White and two stripes red
Music and a swingset

Art and dancing shoes
Kid who knows he's cool.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Friday Haiku

Growing up is just
The monsters under the bed
Moving to your head

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Stiches

The only rule to fairy tales
Is you can't wish
For more wishes
But sometimes you need just one more
When you nearly miss,
When there's near misses
Sometimes the mirror
Is a magnifying glass
Showing nothing 
But blemishes
Sometimes its the wounds inside that need fixing
But can't be fixed with any stitches

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Not A Poem

I'm fresh out of inspirational quotes
Don't know what to tell you team
The secret I'm holding back is
I'd much rather be asleep

Can I show you to the door?
Can I direct you away?
Go read Emily Dickson if you
Want poetry today

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

This Has No Deeper Meaning

The paradoxical rain is the one that never falls
That's a metaphor for myself, because I don't understand it at all
If the only thing keeping us rooted is gravity
Then we haven't really learned anything, have we?

Isn't it funny how they'll try and pick this apart?
Dissect the body
Crack the ribs
Find a mechanical heart

Monday, April 8, 2013

Number A

I refuse
To be a statistic
The 25th or 95 percentile cannot determine my characteristics
I am not 
A size on sale
Or a grade point average on a weighted scale

A rank does not determine my worth 
Any more then a mirror does
I was given a number since the moment I entered this earth
But I am not just a number, I never was

I refuse 
To be a statistic
I'd rather be a jumble of letters
Individualistic 

Sunday, April 7, 2013

HOW TO WRITE A POEM: A LIST

1. Dip your paintbrush in your bottle of tears
2. Leave everything you've learned about rhyme schemes outside
3. Exhale on to your paper all your fears
4. then the scariest part-                                                   write
5. Accept the fact you are not Sylvia Plath
6. ( You do not really want to be)
7. Don't focus on the aftermath
8. Sell your secrets, for the sake of poetry