Life is one big poem scripted with tree branches and dipped in tar

Mosaic

Don't gas my head up with pretty words

paint my canvas 

Draw me a home to go to

erase the pain 

color in the secrets

I'm just a portrait created out of pretty pieces of broken glass

One Night Stand

Before I fall asleep
You must know
That my thighs play storage for the weight of the world

Before I fall asleep
You must know
The thought of your gentle touch felt like hands
of a past man whose presence still haunts the air

Before I fall asleep
You must know
My father was once a poet
And you cant seem to write a rhyme for your broken daughters
Slaughter, bent over back, ass cracked, slapped, in videos
There is nothing pedal bike pretty about broken

Before I fall asleep
You must know
Your voice don't sound like his
No matter how many lights I turn off

Before I fall asleep you must know
After the fifth one night stand
with the forth different man
for the third time this month
I wrote a poem about how two is the loneliest number
that I've ever known

When you wake up I will be gone
And the best excuse I have for leaving is
"You

"A parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest" Debra Ginsberg

Blueberry Rain

I saw its face in the rain
Crying out for me

I felt it ripping me open
like a freshly peeled orange

You sucked the life out of me

I saw my reflection looking back at me
Drenched in blood

As I watched the milk drip down her heart shaped lips


I saw its face in the rain
Crying out for me

As I watched them pull you from me
I can only imagine the emptiness you must've felt
being torn away from the last heartbeat you'll ever hear

My womb has become a tomb

I watched as you took your first breath
I watched as you took your last

So much midnight about her, you feel like she's cursed

Rainbows of Affliction

I created a blueprint

in a ruby red notebook

on an apricot shaded school bus.

Made to believe that the earth is gorgeous green,

When I live in one shade of blue.

My blood is still violet on the inside

But my lipstick’s gram pink

When you scrape your paintbrush across my canvas

They beat me until I was black and blue.

I bled maroon.

The color of egg shell white puss was seeping out of my sores

To deflect so suddenly at the thunder storm

To only become a slave to lightning strikes

I am afraid of sidewalks,

side streets and side glances.

They referred to me as a fly on the wall

but I thought that bitch had wings

and I never once felt like I could fly.

But instead they snipped my wings before they sprouted.

Held down by layers of affliction

I’ll create a thunderstorm

and they’ll bend to my whim.

I’ll walk with a switch and we’ll switch roles.

Not Born of Man and Woman

I woke up to a loud noise
As mother, father and little father left the house to go to the super market
They are swallowed up by a big beast

The beast swallows them up and disappears
The cotton fills the air
Soaked, dripping water

The ground soaks up the water
Like a bounty
The ground got so sick that it started running, I didn't like it

As the window bursts open
I begin to shiver
Violent as a tea cup in a earthquake

When mother and father and little father came home
They saw that the window was broken
and scolded me

Father grabbed me by my chain
and dragged me through the kitchen
He let loose of my chain

I went back down into the red cellar
And I turned around as fast as I could
but father hit me with the door and I trembled backwards

Father told me that I was bad
He told me to never do it again or he'll beat me real hard
I slept that day

Our heads are round so our thoughts can change directions

Our heads are round so our thoughts can change directions
My skin is as rich as the earth's soul
My eyes are like a deep sea seized with an abyss and heaviness of a thousand untold stories
The way my spine binds at the touch of your fiddling palms
She has ran across the pavement bloody and barefoot for as long as she can remember
The way her eyes light up like the moon when the night time holds her captive
Forced to watch as the drummer boy uses her bones to make noise against the old hollow tree
She felt like a slave to his lips
When she gave herself to him, the walls collapsed
The masks fell off
And when you're that close to someone
They're free to call on your soul, at will
Whenever they're lonely means it's fixed

20 Thing I Did


When I was born, I opened my eyes
When I was almost one, I took my first step
When I was two, I used the potty
When I was three, I started pre-school
When I was 13, I had my first kiss
When I was still 13, I had my first alcoholic
When I was 15, I had my first hangover
When I was 16, I couldn't wait to be 17
When I was 17, I couldn't wait to be 18
When I was 18, I couldn't wait to be 21
When I was 21, I was happy to be legal
When I was still 21, everything I did that was illegal is now legal
When I was down, alcohol lifted me up
When I didn't need the alcohol, my books kept me sane
When I bought this jacket, I bought new pants
When I bought the left shoe, I bought a right shoe
When I was right, he was wrong
When my mom bought herself food, she always knew to buy 2
When I bought an iguana, I had to return the iguana
When I get the item in pink, I know to buy it for her in light blue

Dear Autumn,
In the middle of October
Your leaves begin to melt in color
From green to a muddy brown
with a touch of mahogany
When you fall,
I shiver

Steal from yourself poem


I am made of wood
Wood is made from trees
Paper is made from wood
and wood was made for me
I am a home for a bird
I am used to keep you warm
When he lights the first match
Fire dances on top of me
It feels like a tickle
When the sun hits my spine
I grow pine
When the wind hits my bark
I start to talk
Their is no one I'd rather be than me


I came across this poem randomly. Free writing is a bit difficult but I think I managed pretty well.

Rhetorical Figures 1

Money comes like a tortoise and goes like a hare

Ching! Goes the cash register

The sound of money when it rings

Zoom! Goes the money

As fast as it can                       

 

 

for the wings

to really spread its American Eagle

Original


Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.


Remake


Most say the planet didn't begin with ice,
Most say in fire.
From what we've spit of disgust
You left with those who hate ice.
But if it give to save once,
You assume You doubt accept of happy
To say that for survival fire
Is also bad
And would avail