My face lies bloody in the ring.
How did I get here to such a place?
Can I place it to one single thing?
I grew up poor, my father giving my face regular sting.
One day I stumbled upon his old trophy case.
My face lies bloody in the ring.
I once played baseball, but had an imperfect swing.
After school one day, I stumbled upon a wondrous place.
A boxing trainer’s gym, named “Bada Bing”.
He liked me a lot and tried me out in the ring.
I was a natural, regularly coming in first place.
My face lies bloody in the ring.
I began fighting professionally, I thought I had wings.
Many times, my mouth was left with a very bad taste.
I became world champion, developing many a fling.
But someone came along, casting a shadow in my beam.
I couldn’t resist a fight with him. What a waste.
My face lies bloody in the ring.
Maybe, someday, again I’ll be king.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Halloween Villanelle!
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night!
With gabbing goblins, and greedy ghouls,
Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!
I wait in a re-sewn costume, as the old one was quite
Too tight! As the doorbell rings, and vampires appear, candy my hand doles.
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night!
As I gaze out, bathed the streets are in orange light,
Walking bed sheets, rapaciously pillaging candy bowls,
Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!
And finally, from dry ice fog, emerges a terrible blight!
A latex creature, one of so many ghouls.
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night!
A mottled green hand, stretched across a human hand tight.
Crafted by other, more masterful hands, with rubber-cutting tools.
Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!
He claims from my bowl a handful of candy, his face hidden from sight.
And it was only later that I learned, it was my brother, and other fools.
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night……Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!
With gabbing goblins, and greedy ghouls,
Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!
I wait in a re-sewn costume, as the old one was quite
Too tight! As the doorbell rings, and vampires appear, candy my hand doles.
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night!
As I gaze out, bathed the streets are in orange light,
Walking bed sheets, rapaciously pillaging candy bowls,
Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!
And finally, from dry ice fog, emerges a terrible blight!
A latex creature, one of so many ghouls.
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night!
A mottled green hand, stretched across a human hand tight.
Crafted by other, more masterful hands, with rubber-cutting tools.
Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!
He claims from my bowl a handful of candy, his face hidden from sight.
And it was only later that I learned, it was my brother, and other fools.
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night……Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!
- Hayden Russell
Cacophony
The Beast
By Jessica Williams
Lurid Images enter her mind,
as the callous beast taunts her.
The apathetic beast cutting into her soul,
mocking her every dream, digging her coffin sized hole.
Ignominy engulfs her every being.
Pessimistic thoughts invade her,
repeatedly.
This menace, the beast,
he drains her of all hope.
The beast claims her as his slave.
Shattered and weak, unable to be saved.
The girl lies down to die.
For thats the only way she may stay alive.
By Jessica Williams
Lurid Images enter her mind,
as the callous beast taunts her.
The apathetic beast cutting into her soul,
mocking her every dream, digging her coffin sized hole.
Ignominy engulfs her every being.
Pessimistic thoughts invade her,
repeatedly.
This menace, the beast,
he drains her of all hope.
The beast claims her as his slave.
Shattered and weak, unable to be saved.
The girl lies down to die.
For thats the only way she may stay alive.
What I see vs. What other people see poem
Mirror
By Jessica Williams
When I look in the mirror,
I see me.
The reddish hair and blue eyes,
my smile and thoughts.
I can see through my
skin and into my heart,
looking into who I really am.
Then I hear a giggle,
looking through the window.
She looks through the glass
to my face
Screening me from head to waist.
All she sees is what's on display.
Not the true characteristics that
make up me.
Just a personless body is all she sees.
By Jessica Williams
When I look in the mirror,
I see me.
The reddish hair and blue eyes,
my smile and thoughts.
I can see through my
skin and into my heart,
looking into who I really am.
Then I hear a giggle,
looking through the window.
She looks through the glass
to my face
Screening me from head to waist.
All she sees is what's on display.
Not the true characteristics that
make up me.
Just a personless body is all she sees.
Shape poem
His Flashlight
Shined through
My bedroom
Window. That
Was when every
Thing was good.
Even through the
Summer storms
He stood outside
Shining his light.
Without his light, I could not see. Without his light, I wouldn’t be.
Day break came and I got confused. I thought I didn’t need his light
Anymore. I thought the sun was good enough. I thought I could
Depend on it. I bought some window shades and lived on. Then it
Then it was the rain
That began to pour.
I looked for the shine
Of his light. It wasn’t
There. I thought he
Had left me, I cried in
Despair. And it was
Then that I remembered.
The window was
Blocked. My heart
Was blocked, my sight
Was blocked too.
I ran to the window
And tore the shades
Off my window.
He hadn’t forgotten
Me, he hadn’t left.
He stood through the
Rain and the shine.
I never again will
Block his light, even
if the sun seems bright.
Shined through
My bedroom
Window. That
Was when every
Thing was good.
Even through the
Summer storms
He stood outside
Shining his light.
Without his light, I could not see. Without his light, I wouldn’t be.
Day break came and I got confused. I thought I didn’t need his light
Anymore. I thought the sun was good enough. I thought I could
Depend on it. I bought some window shades and lived on. Then it
Then it was the rain
That began to pour.
I looked for the shine
Of his light. It wasn’t
There. I thought he
Had left me, I cried in
Despair. And it was
Then that I remembered.
The window was
Blocked. My heart
Was blocked, my sight
Was blocked too.
I ran to the window
And tore the shades
Off my window.
He hadn’t forgotten
Me, he hadn’t left.
He stood through the
Rain and the shine.
I never again will
Block his light, even
if the sun seems bright.
DEATH
The sound of silence fills the
the room as death hangs and lingers in the air
Its smell its taste and its feel
Wheezing and the coughing
And then sudden quiet fills the room
As the reaper comes, holds out his hand
As an invitation for what Spirit is waiting for
He feels the remaining threads that would hold
This man to the cruel earth, slowly he
Slices those few thin threads that
Remain he lifts the soul gently
And speaks soothing words as if to
A newborn child to stop the crying
And slowly floats away into the sky
-Alex Killen
The sound of silence fills the
the room as death hangs and lingers in the air
Its smell its taste and its feel
Wheezing and the coughing
And then sudden quiet fills the room
As the reaper comes, holds out his hand
As an invitation for what Spirit is waiting for
He feels the remaining threads that would hold
This man to the cruel earth, slowly he
Slices those few thin threads that
Remain he lifts the soul gently
And speaks soothing words as if to
A newborn child to stop the crying
And slowly floats away into the sky
-Alex Killen
Inside Outside
Outside
The wind howls
And the sky roars
Filling itself with flashes of white fire
Droplets of
Greed
Envy
Hatred
Sin
Fall from the dark
Turbulent sky,
Water bombs that
Violently explode on impact
Flooding, tainting the earth
Satan
Devil
The Fallen Angel
One way
Inside
The crackling fire
Burns a beacon of hope, radiating
Hope
Warmth
Trust love
Filling the quiet atmosphere
With a burning desire to know more
About Him, to
Love more
Feel more
Freedom from the outside world
Freedom to live again
Redeemer
Alpha and Omega
Another way
What will you choose?
Inside or Outside
The wind howls
And the sky roars
Filling itself with flashes of white fire
Droplets of
Greed
Envy
Hatred
Sin
Fall from the dark
Turbulent sky,
Water bombs that
Violently explode on impact
Flooding, tainting the earth
Satan
Devil
The Fallen Angel
One way
Inside
The crackling fire
Burns a beacon of hope, radiating
Hope
Warmth
Trust love
Filling the quiet atmosphere
With a burning desire to know more
About Him, to
Love more
Feel more
Freedom from the outside world
Freedom to live again
Redeemer
Alpha and Omega
Another way
What will you choose?
Inside or Outside
My purple Blanket
I have this purple blanket.
It was a gift from my grandma,
There’s no way to tell how much I’ll miss it.
My blanket is very special to me, it
Reminds me of so much, like my papa
I have this purple blanket
It feels like it’s my ticket
To heaven, to meet my deceased grandpa
There’s no way to tell how much I’ll miss it
My blanket is so different,
So unique to me, since it was made by my grandma
I have this purple blanket
I remember crying to it when I got hit,
Or when someone told me that I looked like I should ca,
There’s no way to tell hoe much I’ll miss it
I will feel sad a bit,
When I have to give it away or when it tears.
I have this purple blanket
There’s no way to tell how much I’ll miss it
I have this purple blanket.
It was a gift from my grandma,
There’s no way to tell how much I’ll miss it.
My blanket is very special to me, it
Reminds me of so much, like my papa
I have this purple blanket
It feels like it’s my ticket
To heaven, to meet my deceased grandpa
There’s no way to tell how much I’ll miss it
My blanket is so different,
So unique to me, since it was made by my grandma
I have this purple blanket
I remember crying to it when I got hit,
Or when someone told me that I looked like I should ca,
There’s no way to tell hoe much I’ll miss it
I will feel sad a bit,
When I have to give it away or when it tears.
I have this purple blanket
There’s no way to tell how much I’ll miss it
Fears Poem
When I have fears.....
When I have fears that turn me pale,
Before my ultimate death,
Before I have any chance to fail,
I give up with regret.
When I behold the pain of fear,
I get the suffocating feeling that myself isn't I.
And think that I am about to die.
Sliding down my cheeks, a tear.
And when I feel the monster breathe down my back.
An unstoppable feeling overcomes me, death.
Never concentrate on what you lack,
fear feeds off of sorrow and prevents dreams from being met.
When I have fears that suffocate me,
I no longer want to be.
Villanelle
“Mommy, I’ll be alright”
By: Jessica Williams
Even in the darkest of night,
A little girl is wide awake.
The littlest star shines bright.
The little girl stares up at this brilliant light.
She slowly begins to shake.
Even in the darkest of night.
The little girl’s lips change to white.
Her mother starts to pray.
The littlest star shines bright.
The little girl sees her mother’s tears, “Mommy, I’ll be alright”.
The mother’s heart began to break.
Even in the darkest of night.
“Mommy, I’m going to be a star”, the girl smiled with delight.
The little girl’s eyes begin to close, the mother cries a lake.
The littlest star shines bright.
On this night she will die.
Her life, the Lord will take.
Even in the darkest of night,
The littlest star shines bright.
By: Jessica Williams
Even in the darkest of night,
A little girl is wide awake.
The littlest star shines bright.
The little girl stares up at this brilliant light.
She slowly begins to shake.
Even in the darkest of night.
The little girl’s lips change to white.
Her mother starts to pray.
The littlest star shines bright.
The little girl sees her mother’s tears, “Mommy, I’ll be alright”.
The mother’s heart began to break.
Even in the darkest of night.
“Mommy, I’m going to be a star”, the girl smiled with delight.
The little girl’s eyes begin to close, the mother cries a lake.
The littlest star shines bright.
On this night she will die.
Her life, the Lord will take.
Even in the darkest of night,
The littlest star shines bright.
A SAVIOR’S STORY
ONCE UPON A FABLED LAND,
A LAND SO FULL OF GOLD AND WISHES
IN A TALE SO GODLY GRAND.
HE CAME WITH GOLDEN THREADS UPON HIS HAND,
TO TAKE IN ALL OF HIS FISHES
ONCE UPON A FABLED LAND.
HE CAME TO HEAL ALL OF THE LAND,
AT FIRST HE RECEIVED THE KISSES
IN A TALE SO GODLY GRAND.
BUT THE HIGH PRIEST’S FACES SOON TURNED BLAND,
AND SNAKES GAVE NO BETTER HISSES
ONCE UPON A FABLED LAND.
THEY ALL DEVISED AN UNHOLY SCAM
AND JUDAS RAN TO SERVE THEIR WISHES
IN A TALE SO GODLY GRAND.
DIE AND RISE, NO MORE TO BE TOUCHED BY MAN
TO SERVE THE MULTITUDE OF FISHES
ONCE UPON A FABLED LAND,
IN A TALE SO GODLY GRAND.
-Alex Killen
ONCE UPON A FABLED LAND,
A LAND SO FULL OF GOLD AND WISHES
IN A TALE SO GODLY GRAND.
HE CAME WITH GOLDEN THREADS UPON HIS HAND,
TO TAKE IN ALL OF HIS FISHES
ONCE UPON A FABLED LAND.
HE CAME TO HEAL ALL OF THE LAND,
AT FIRST HE RECEIVED THE KISSES
IN A TALE SO GODLY GRAND.
BUT THE HIGH PRIEST’S FACES SOON TURNED BLAND,
AND SNAKES GAVE NO BETTER HISSES
ONCE UPON A FABLED LAND.
THEY ALL DEVISED AN UNHOLY SCAM
AND JUDAS RAN TO SERVE THEIR WISHES
IN A TALE SO GODLY GRAND.
DIE AND RISE, NO MORE TO BE TOUCHED BY MAN
TO SERVE THE MULTITUDE OF FISHES
ONCE UPON A FABLED LAND,
IN A TALE SO GODLY GRAND.
-Alex Killen
Friday, February 20, 2009
When I have fears...
When I have fears that I, my money will cease to be
Before I soon will face financial strain
Before High I stand, I will be forced out on the streets.
When eviction and shame plague my soul,
When I behold these greenbacks, to spend them I do race.
For holes they burn in my pocket, a sort of trance,
And think that I may be doomed to stare at this face,
The face of an impulsive spender, whom victory I have no chance.
And when I feel this flower
Starting to bloom, I let it grow, for soon I am poor.
Never have I fully said no to this awesome power,
For the cycle soon starts afresh and I focus on the score;
I need some precious time to think
On proper ways to save, or again I soon will sink.
Before I soon will face financial strain
Before High I stand, I will be forced out on the streets.
When eviction and shame plague my soul,
When I behold these greenbacks, to spend them I do race.
For holes they burn in my pocket, a sort of trance,
And think that I may be doomed to stare at this face,
The face of an impulsive spender, whom victory I have no chance.
And when I feel this flower
Starting to bloom, I let it grow, for soon I am poor.
Never have I fully said no to this awesome power,
For the cycle soon starts afresh and I focus on the score;
I need some precious time to think
On proper ways to save, or again I soon will sink.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Nightmares
When I have Fears…
When I have fears that I, my money will cease to be
Before I soon will face financial strain
Before High I stand, I will be forced out on the streets.
When eviction and shame plague my soul,
When I behold these greenbacks, to spend them I do race.
For holes they burn in my pocket, a sort of trance,
And think that I may be doomed to stare at this face,
The face of an impulsive spender, whom victory I have no chance.
And when I feel this flower
Starting to bloom, I let it grow, for soon I am poor.
Never have I fully said no to this awesome power,
For the cycle soon starts afresh and I focus on the score;
I need some precious time to thinkOn proper ways to save, or again I soon will sink.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
snow day
So while I was out sick and trapped by the snow, I went for a short walk with the dog, saw many things, including pastoral scenes and a burial, and as I lay in the snow staring up at the sky, the following poem came to my mind. I was thinking about how therapeutic the simpler things in life, like warm sunshine and fruit from one's own apple trees, can be.
Economy
While walking the dog today in the snow
I, like every other American, was thinking about the economy,
Having just felt the first personal effects of it.
As we followed the path of the tractor
Up the ridge to the cow field where the animals were feeding
I thought about the economy
As I looked at the dilapidated hand-built structure
Where someone long ago once dwelt
I thought about economy
As I halted out of respect at the end of our lane
Where loved ones in black laid their wife, sister, mother to sleep
In the cold hard family ground
I thought economy
As I entered our drive, staring out at the mountains
Who once knew no development but farms
I thought about economy
As I, like a child, dropped down in the snow
And made one snow angel after another
After another
After another
To surprise the neighbors when they ventured out
To greet me from my tall window
I thought about comfort
Lying there in the snow, oblivious to wind and cold
Feeling the sun’s warmth through the bare branches above,
Anticipating freshly baked bread decked with summer’s preserves
Laughing at the dog’s wonder at the snow, at my wild now inanimate behavior
I thought about economy; I felt content.
2/4/09
Economy
While walking the dog today in the snow
I, like every other American, was thinking about the economy,
Having just felt the first personal effects of it.
As we followed the path of the tractor
Up the ridge to the cow field where the animals were feeding
I thought about the economy
As I looked at the dilapidated hand-built structure
Where someone long ago once dwelt
I thought about economy
As I halted out of respect at the end of our lane
Where loved ones in black laid their wife, sister, mother to sleep
In the cold hard family ground
I thought economy
As I entered our drive, staring out at the mountains
Who once knew no development but farms
I thought about economy
As I, like a child, dropped down in the snow
And made one snow angel after another
After another
After another
To surprise the neighbors when they ventured out
To greet me from my tall window
I thought about comfort
Lying there in the snow, oblivious to wind and cold
Feeling the sun’s warmth through the bare branches above,
Anticipating freshly baked bread decked with summer’s preserves
Laughing at the dog’s wonder at the snow, at my wild now inanimate behavior
I thought about economy; I felt content.
2/4/09
Monday, February 2, 2009
The Comlicated (Alpha Poem)
Able to be alive to see you
Breath the air for what might be my last
Carelessly just happy to be beside you
Daring every move we think to make
Eager
Faithful or adleast thats what we are longing to belief
Gash`s we left for each other, remeber
Hope of forever & always
Ignore anyone but the to of us
Journey in to the lives of too very diffrent people
Keepsake to always keep eachother close to the heart
Love
Magic every touch enchanting
Never to leave
Odds and Ends
Promises are ment to be broken
Questions that have no answers
Random inside jokes that will never make sense
Scared of what comes next
Talkin all night till one falls asleep hearing the last three words that gets them threw the day
Uncover the pastest you tryed so hard to forget
Value every moment
Warn, prepare
X, to the Unknown
Young and Stupid
Zippers slowly undone thats the new begining
Beaches in Euphony
When I dream I like to
fantasize about long walks on the beloved, aromatic
beach; the ornately decorated seashells crunching
beneath my naked feet. The tiny sand crabs are ecstatic
and bubbly as they scurry into there homes in the warm sand.
fantasize about long walks on the beloved, aromatic
beach; the ornately decorated seashells crunching
beneath my naked feet. The tiny sand crabs are ecstatic
and bubbly as they scurry into there homes in the warm sand.
Cacaphony What?
Do you like to see them writhe in anguish?
Can't you see that your domineering, hateful
words cut at the flesh like broken glass?
How atrocious can you be to bellow in a bellicose,
objurgatory manner, things they have no control
over, as if they are inferior to you, nothing more than a
piece of dirt beneath your shoe?
Why?
AlphaPoem::Reality Is
Reality is
A need for
Belonging in this
Crowded room.
Drowning in the
Everlasting screams.
Fearing
Gazes constantly upon you.
Hearing the giggles of those who
Insult you. Trying to
Jam the
Knife into all their
Lies.
Missing the
Night, the only time your fantasies may come alive.
Princes and princesses,
Queens and Kings.
Reality no longer applies.
Shrieks of
Terror enter your mind once again.
Unusual
Visions
Whirl through your head. Happiness
Xits, fear arrives.
Your dream no longer holds carnivals, fun, orZoos. The scariest part of this dream? Reality is – it isn’t a dream.
A need for
Belonging in this
Crowded room.
Drowning in the
Everlasting screams.
Fearing
Gazes constantly upon you.
Hearing the giggles of those who
Insult you. Trying to
Jam the
Knife into all their
Lies.
Missing the
Night, the only time your fantasies may come alive.
Princes and princesses,
Queens and Kings.
Reality no longer applies.
Shrieks of
Terror enter your mind once again.
Unusual
Visions
Whirl through your head. Happiness
Xits, fear arrives.
Your dream no longer holds carnivals, fun, orZoos. The scariest part of this dream? Reality is – it isn’t a dream.
Summer Days at Vernon
Six stand motionless, quiet, held captive in the clearing.
A cow stares at the boy’s hand, hesitant, as
If not sure of this outstretched being.
A ghostly, transparent form blots the background
Like a tea stain; a barn perhaps?
An object props itself against the body of a tree, stock still,
Hidden within the everlasting shadows,
A silent landscape,
Clothed in hues of greens,
Unchanging
A cow stares at the boy’s hand, hesitant, as
If not sure of this outstretched being.
A ghostly, transparent form blots the background
Like a tea stain; a barn perhaps?
An object props itself against the body of a tree, stock still,
Hidden within the everlasting shadows,
A silent landscape,
Clothed in hues of greens,
Unchanging
An Alphapoem on Anger
Anger, for many things.
Billions of
Complacent citizens.
Discrimination, an
Enemy to many. Also, a
False and fruitless
Government.
Hypocrisy, on all fronts.
Imbeciles, the arrogant
Jokes that they are,
Kings of our
Lands though they may be.
Mediocrity, a
Nationless,
Omnipresent
Predicament.
Qualifications for my
Rage fall under one banner;
Stupidity,
Terrible,
Undulating,
Vindictive
Will-o-wisp. And
eXcitable
Youths and yesmen.
Zealotry.
Billions of
Complacent citizens.
Discrimination, an
Enemy to many. Also, a
False and fruitless
Government.
Hypocrisy, on all fronts.
Imbeciles, the arrogant
Jokes that they are,
Kings of our
Lands though they may be.
Mediocrity, a
Nationless,
Omnipresent
Predicament.
Qualifications for my
Rage fall under one banner;
Stupidity,
Terrible,
Undulating,
Vindictive
Will-o-wisp. And
eXcitable
Youths and yesmen.
Zealotry.
ekphrastic poem
Rainy night
Out after a rainy night
And see the clouds start to float away,
As your face, full of bliss and delight,
Looks upon your village, so happy
To see that even though it’s humid
You know that spring is near
And even though everything’s wet,
You still go fishing on the peer.
Now you go back inside,Because you know everything is well
alpha poem
A is A
Because the world is a big joke
Cynicism is me, me, me, me, me
Death after death
Everytime is the same
From a molecule’s perspective
Granting a little more
Heavy-hearted hate each time
In the bitter laughter of a
Jokester’s
Knowledge of what the world truly is
Looking upward from the bottom
More like, downward from the top;
Not applicable, not compatible, not anything
Open, miles and miles of faces
People, not laughing
Quixotic thoughts on existence
Ricocheting, rambling
Slippery, ethereal, not there at all
Truth is truth is truth is truth
Under the wreckage of mankind
Vehemence
Working away the meaning
Xenophobia grips you, rules you, understands you, is you
Yearning, yearning, yearning, hungering, lusting
Zen/Obzen
Because the world is a big joke
Cynicism is me, me, me, me, me
Death after death
Everytime is the same
From a molecule’s perspective
Granting a little more
Heavy-hearted hate each time
In the bitter laughter of a
Jokester’s
Knowledge of what the world truly is
Looking upward from the bottom
More like, downward from the top;
Not applicable, not compatible, not anything
Open, miles and miles of faces
People, not laughing
Quixotic thoughts on existence
Ricocheting, rambling
Slippery, ethereal, not there at all
Truth is truth is truth is truth
Under the wreckage of mankind
Vehemence
Working away the meaning
Xenophobia grips you, rules you, understands you, is you
Yearning, yearning, yearning, hungering, lusting
Zen/Obzen
Ekphrastic Poem
Ekphrastic ghost
Galloping along the road
Crushing all that would oppose
Out of Hell, like those persued
Clad in none but the nude
Riding wind like the Zypher
The ecstasymakes him hyper
Freed from his anguish
No water could ever quench
his near skeletal body's state
Is almost to much to bear
Unknown of his own fate
"Perhaps," he thinks, "I should Grow Some hair."
Galloping along the road
Crushing all that would oppose
Out of Hell, like those persued
Clad in none but the nude
Riding wind like the Zypher
The ecstasymakes him hyper
Freed from his anguish
No water could ever quench
his near skeletal body's state
Is almost to much to bear
Unknown of his own fate
"Perhaps," he thinks, "I should Grow Some hair."
Alpha Poem
Love
Anger
Buterflies
Confusing and Caring
Doubts
Expectations
Feelings and Frustration
Giving
Hurting and Heart break
Intamacy
Joy
Kindness
Lust
Meaning and Marriage
Never ending
One another
Pleasure and Pain
Questioning
Respect and Reasuring
Secrets
Trust and Thrill
Understanding
Valentines
Waiting and Wanting
Xhilerating
Yourself
Zippers undone
It's Love!
Anger
Buterflies
Confusing and Caring
Doubts
Expectations
Feelings and Frustration
Giving
Hurting and Heart break
Intamacy
Joy
Kindness
Lust
Meaning and Marriage
Never ending
One another
Pleasure and Pain
Questioning
Respect and Reasuring
Secrets
Trust and Thrill
Understanding
Valentines
Waiting and Wanting
Xhilerating
Yourself
Zippers undone
It's Love!
A LOVELY POEM CONSTRUCTED AROUND THE ALPHABET.
As I know,
Beauty is hard to find in a
Crisis,
Definitely having to do with
Existence, but I
Find that it
Gets a little better, with
Hurried thoughts.
I believe that
Juxtaposing is fun, especially with the
Kind of people who I
Love to laugh at.
My mind is something I may
Never Understand, but
One day, on the verse of a
Poem, it will be
Quite clear.
Really, it only makes sense when I
Stare into space,
Terrifying myself into
Unususal emotions
Very accustomed to
Wandering and wondering what
Xcrutiating laughter will be heard once
You realize that my name isn’t
Zachary.
Beauty is hard to find in a
Crisis,
Definitely having to do with
Existence, but I
Find that it
Gets a little better, with
Hurried thoughts.
I believe that
Juxtaposing is fun, especially with the
Kind of people who I
Love to laugh at.
My mind is something I may
Never Understand, but
One day, on the verse of a
Poem, it will be
Quite clear.
Really, it only makes sense when I
Stare into space,
Terrifying myself into
Unususal emotions
Very accustomed to
Wandering and wondering what
Xcrutiating laughter will be heard once
You realize that my name isn’t
Zachary.
Alpha Poem Acoustics
A triangular
Burgundy
Colored pick strikes
Down across
Each string, the
Fingers dance across the
Giant elongated neck, each finger
Held
Inverted over the rose wood fret board
Just waiting to
Know how to pluck the
Lonely
Monetary
Notes, an
Ongoing
Persistent
Quality of melodic
Rhythm, each note
Securing a spot
Together while
Unifying a
Vibrant array of chords
With
Xtraordianry
Youthful
Zeal
Burgundy
Colored pick strikes
Down across
Each string, the
Fingers dance across the
Giant elongated neck, each finger
Held
Inverted over the rose wood fret board
Just waiting to
Know how to pluck the
Lonely
Monetary
Notes, an
Ongoing
Persistent
Quality of melodic
Rhythm, each note
Securing a spot
Together while
Unifying a
Vibrant array of chords
With
Xtraordianry
Youthful
Zeal
I like...
Apples.
Best friend Katelyn Die-Son!
Coffee.
Dipp'n Dots.
Eating food.
Friday Nights.
Gangsterzzzz.
Hayden :D
Igloo's
Jelly beans.
Katelynnnnnnn.
Laughing.
Moviessss.
Noodles!!!!!!!
Octopuses.
Parties.
Quarreling with katelyn! (aka-fighting) :)
Reading.
Sticks
Trapoline
Ur mom
Vengence
World wide web
Xylophones
Yellingggg!
Zee End..Im french
Best friend Katelyn Die-Son!
Coffee.
Dipp'n Dots.
Eating food.
Friday Nights.
Gangsterzzzz.
Hayden :D
Igloo's
Jelly beans.
Katelynnnnnnn.
Laughing.
Moviessss.
Noodles!!!!!!!
Octopuses.
Parties.
Quarreling with katelyn! (aka-fighting) :)
Reading.
Sticks
Trapoline
Ur mom
Vengence
World wide web
Xylophones
Yellingggg!
Zee End..Im french
Alpha Poem (Waking Up)
Alarm screams in my ear,
Bedroom floods with painful lighting,
Cruel 6 am pulls me out of bed,
Day starts to begin,
Enthusiastic sunlight pours in my window,
Forcing me to wake up,
Groaning, I rollover,
Hesitant to move,
I pray for 5 more minutes,
Just 5 more minutes,
Knees, elbows, and ankles ache,
Longing to rest,
Mom yells from the kitchen,
Not much time left to get ready,
Opening my eyes, I see the clock,
Popping out of bed,
Quilts fly in all directions,
Race toward the bathroom,
Shower turns on,
Terribly cold,
Unprepared I shake,
Very rude awakening,
Which actually does wake me up,
Xtremely,
Yawns and sighs have ceased, catching
Zzzzz's is no longer wanted.
Bedroom floods with painful lighting,
Cruel 6 am pulls me out of bed,
Day starts to begin,
Enthusiastic sunlight pours in my window,
Forcing me to wake up,
Groaning, I rollover,
Hesitant to move,
I pray for 5 more minutes,
Just 5 more minutes,
Knees, elbows, and ankles ache,
Longing to rest,
Mom yells from the kitchen,
Not much time left to get ready,
Opening my eyes, I see the clock,
Popping out of bed,
Quilts fly in all directions,
Race toward the bathroom,
Shower turns on,
Terribly cold,
Unprepared I shake,
Very rude awakening,
Which actually does wake me up,
Xtremely,
Yawns and sighs have ceased, catching
Zzzzz's is no longer wanted.
Alpha Poem: Life
Amazing.
Beauty that is never understand.
Concerning the next life, I'll wait.
Deciding a countless amount of choices seems not
Easy, but difficult and
Fruitless, where no option seems
Good in the long run.
Honing our bodies and minds for the days ahead
Is an never-ending process.
Just because we breathe, do we really live?
Kooky thoughts enter our heads that we know aren't
Logical, but they continue to construct a
Maze where dead ends
Never cease to frustrate us,
Our emotions are
Persistent and independent from our brains.
Quizzing and planning never prepare us for
Reaping the benefits of
Success and failure.
Too much good is useless without the bad.
Unethical habits can end you.
Vicious struggles
Will rear their head. But that's just an
Xtra teacher
You'll learn from. Just sit back and e-
Zibit the good in life.
Beauty that is never understand.
Concerning the next life, I'll wait.
Deciding a countless amount of choices seems not
Easy, but difficult and
Fruitless, where no option seems
Good in the long run.
Honing our bodies and minds for the days ahead
Is an never-ending process.
Just because we breathe, do we really live?
Kooky thoughts enter our heads that we know aren't
Logical, but they continue to construct a
Maze where dead ends
Never cease to frustrate us,
Our emotions are
Persistent and independent from our brains.
Quizzing and planning never prepare us for
Reaping the benefits of
Success and failure.
Too much good is useless without the bad.
Unethical habits can end you.
Vicious struggles
Will rear their head. But that's just an
Xtra teacher
You'll learn from. Just sit back and e-
Zibit the good in life.
Asking questions
Because one is
Curious is not
Daring, but is
Ever so helpful, and maybe
Fun and
Great, just because it
Helps stretch the imagination
Just because it gives
Kids ideas about
Life and
Many other things that should
Not be stopped or limited, but should be
Open and
Positive, should not be
Questioned, but
Really
Supportive, but should be
Truthful,
Undersatnding about the
Very
Wonderful
Xtreme things
Young and old people could come up with, and the
Zillion different ways to come up with it.
Because one is
Curious is not
Daring, but is
Ever so helpful, and maybe
Fun and
Great, just because it
Helps stretch the imagination
Just because it gives
Kids ideas about
Life and
Many other things that should
Not be stopped or limited, but should be
Open and
Positive, should not be
Questioned, but
Really
Supportive, but should be
Truthful,
Undersatnding about the
Very
Wonderful
Xtreme things
Young and old people could come up with, and the
Zillion different ways to come up with it.
Ekphrastic poem
Up ahead is land
They look closer
And see a man
They finally arrive
They are greeted
It is indians
They share thier stories
The others share thier glories
Now they are friends
Forever til the end
They look closer
And see a man
They finally arrive
They are greeted
It is indians
They share thier stories
The others share thier glories
Now they are friends
Forever til the end
Ekphrastic Poem
Sinner by nature
Transgressor by choice
I find myself in a room
I'd rather not be in
It is the home of a satanist
it is his home
home of a man who takes the damned
to thier rightful place
but there I am not
not yet atleast
the few rays of light
that shine in on this place
they show me there is hope
hope for me in heaven
a place now I long for even more
This home
This room
They are a second chance
Transgressor by choice
I find myself in a room
I'd rather not be in
It is the home of a satanist
it is his home
home of a man who takes the damned
to thier rightful place
but there I am not
not yet atleast
the few rays of light
that shine in on this place
they show me there is hope
hope for me in heaven
a place now I long for even more
This home
This room
They are a second chance
Alpha poem....
Act how they want you to
Because they wont accept it any other way, you
Can't understand why they choose to
Do tey things they do to you. But an
Even better question is why do you
Force yourself to change for their apprival?
Granted they please you at times,
Hardlly ever though
I see the things they say and do they say theyre
Just
Kidding but you know they are
Lieing
Maybe they will change, but you know it's
Not likely to happen any time soon. The
Only thing you want is happiness, but
People just don't understand. You constantly get into
Quarrels with everybody over
Random problems that noone
Seems
To know how to fix. It's
Unlike you to have a
Very good day, you soon learn that
With or without them
You will make it.
ZEE END! :)
Because they wont accept it any other way, you
Can't understand why they choose to
Do tey things they do to you. But an
Even better question is why do you
Force yourself to change for their apprival?
Granted they please you at times,
Hardlly ever though
I see the things they say and do they say theyre
Just
Kidding but you know they are
Lieing
Maybe they will change, but you know it's
Not likely to happen any time soon. The
Only thing you want is happiness, but
People just don't understand. You constantly get into
Quarrels with everybody over
Random problems that noone
Seems
To know how to fix. It's
Unlike you to have a
Very good day, you soon learn that
With or without them
You will make it.
ZEE END! :)
Alpha Poem
Artillary
Bombs throughout the
Cold frigid night. wolf
Dogs bark
ecstatically
For their
Great escapeinto the night.
Heat of the moment,
Imagination of the mind. they
Just run in the hunt.
Killing only the
Least for food
Many of the pack will
Never see the dawn
Or not long after.
Prince of Death
Quiet is he. they
Run from him on
Silent,
Toughened paws. never
Understanding The fear.
Violet
Waters cascade around them as they
Xcept their fates but when
you dream there is only the
zen of the mind.
Bombs throughout the
Cold frigid night. wolf
Dogs bark
ecstatically
For their
Great escapeinto the night.
Heat of the moment,
Imagination of the mind. they
Just run in the hunt.
Killing only the
Least for food
Many of the pack will
Never see the dawn
Or not long after.
Prince of Death
Quiet is he. they
Run from him on
Silent,
Toughened paws. never
Understanding The fear.
Violet
Waters cascade around them as they
Xcept their fates but when
you dream there is only the
zen of the mind.
Alpha Poem
Always
Believe in yourself
Come happy with the
Day
Even if you don't
Feel that
Great put on a
Happy smile
Imagine
Jumping in the clouds
Keeping your thoughts
Love your life
Make life an adventure
No matter what
Open your heart with
Peace and gentleness be
Quiet and lister to the
Rhythm of your heart
Sit for some
Time to
Understand yourself
Vision your heart
With passion then
Xhale your breath and remember
Your special so be in your own
Zone
Believe in yourself
Come happy with the
Day
Even if you don't
Feel that
Great put on a
Happy smile
Imagine
Jumping in the clouds
Keeping your thoughts
Love your life
Make life an adventure
No matter what
Open your heart with
Peace and gentleness be
Quiet and lister to the
Rhythm of your heart
Sit for some
Time to
Understand yourself
Vision your heart
With passion then
Xhale your breath and remember
Your special so be in your own
Zone
Alpha Poem
A
Baby bumblebee was
Chewing a
Dead
Eagle
Foot and
Gargling
Honey when
I saw him
Jump he also
Killed nine
Little
Mouseys ten
Nocturnal pets
Of course he brought home eleven
Pigs for the
Queen bee
Really
Sad
That
U don't know just how
Vicious my llittle bee is I
Wathced him
Xecute a
Young
Zebra and a little baby boy
Baby bumblebee was
Chewing a
Dead
Eagle
Foot and
Gargling
Honey when
I saw him
Jump he also
Killed nine
Little
Mouseys ten
Nocturnal pets
Of course he brought home eleven
Pigs for the
Queen bee
Really
Sad
That
U don't know just how
Vicious my llittle bee is I
Wathced him
Xecute a
Young
Zebra and a little baby boy
Alpha Poems
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