Category Archives: Poetry Project

Poetry Drafts

Glorious (3.24.2013/Poem 13)

Glorious

I don’t want a lifetime—
that’s too long
I don’t need a decade
for your love
But you’ve caught me at my peak
And this I’d like to keep
in mind
For as long as remembrance will allow

Push me to my Precipice
Help me to my Zenith
Bring me to my Crowning Moment
And Kiss my Feet

Make this one sticky memory last
The rest of my Glorious days
And please make it Good

-MS

The Angry Poem (3.22.13/Poem 12)

Stories and Poems were trying to destroy me during my block. I went mad. They became angry. Poems sent me this:

The Angry Poem

This poem is an angry poem
You don’t want to read this
This poem hates you

This poem will slit your throat—
if you fuck with it
Don’t insult this poem

This poem will punch your gut—
switch up your strut
This poem doesn’t play games
This poem is sick
A disease—
One that has no mercy:
Cancer
AIDS
Alzheimer’s
Loneliness

This poem will infect you,
It’s airborne
Tuberculosis at its height

You will not outlive this poem
This poem shoots to kill—
two in the heart and one in the head

It’s not asking why
not longing for your love
not second-guessing itself

This poem blames you,
your parents, lovers, neighbors, children—
everyone that has ever tried to destroy it
This poem will dismember them slowly
Shoot an arrow through one ear and out the other
Yank their tongues out with tongs,
Use an ice cream scoop to serve
A feast of their eyes

This poem will watch them bleed slowly
As you watch this poem

You can’t stop this poem

This poem is stronger than you
smarter than you
better than you

This poem is a murderer
Insane sociopath

This poem doesn’t care what you think

You can try to Talk to this poem
Reason with this poem
Love this poem
Rise above this poem

Burn this poem
Stone this poem
Stab it, shoot it, Abuse it,
Ban it, Neglect it,
Nail it to a Cross,
Hang it—
leave it for Dead.

But this poem was born to kill
And you—
were born to die

-MS

Dante – Cheerleader Chant (3.21.2013/Poem 11)

Having a little fun ;)

Dante (Cheerleader Chant)

No more
I’m done
Baby it was fun
but I am gone
Goodbye
hope you crash
your car and Die
You and that girl
you Fucked,
Maaaaan,
you’re shit out of luck
I hate your guts
live loooong
long After you die
in a stony pit of fire
where constant Pleasure turns to Pain
the women always Scream your name
and are forever Playing games
with all you
Lemons
Losers
Lames
hope you love the titillation
more than constant stimulation
the attention you receive
from every type you can conceive
and the feeling that it brings
to have the bitches of your dreams
My King

I love you

His Will (9.17.12/Poem 10)

His Will

If you let him walk all over you,
He Will
If you let him disrespect you,
He Will
If you want him to break your heart
Consider it Broken
Don’t ask why

If you revolve your life around his
He Will Let You
If you abandon your thoughts for his
He Will Let You
If you want him to complete you
Consider Yourself Deficient
Don’t ask why

If you trade in your family for his
He Will Embrace You
If you give up your dreams for his
He Will Embrace You
If you want to disappear
Consider Yourself Consumed
Don’t ask why

If he is all you need
He Will Never Let You Go
If you do not wish for more
He Will Never Let You Go
If you want to feel alone
You Are Deserted
Don’t ask why

If you praise him as a God
He Will Love You
If you worship at his feet
He Will Love You

If you wish to feel lost
You Will Never Be Found

-MS

Sweetness (9.12.12/Poem 9)

Sweetness

He’s

So sweet:


Newborn kitten sweet

Baby’s first word sweet

Bows on a little girl’s pigtails sweet

First day of summer sweet

Puppy love sweet

Breakfast in bed sweet


Honey sweet

Brown sugar sweet

Maple syrup sweet

Chocolate covered strawberry sweet,

Marshmallow sweet

Salted caramel sweet

Maraschino cherry sweet

Strawberry blow-pop sweet

Sugared mango sweet

Double chocolate ice cream sweet

Sugar cookie sweet

Too sweet kool-aid sweet


And he makes me sick.

-MS

Whenever You Are Ready (8.21.12/Poem 8)

Whenever You Are Ready

Whenever you are ready
Come and find me
All good things in time
but I have to go right now

You love me at my worst
I love you in my gut
still that’s not enough
and I have to go
right now

Use the time we will not share
fully
Waste my missing love
slowly
just catch me before I burst
into a flaming ball of dust
drenched in moonlight

Beckon when you’ve chosen
to just love me only
Do not fear pursuit
When you think you’re ready
you will find me

Immobilized by angst
I do not wish to waste
words I cannot say
flesh I cannot touch
lips I cannot kiss
a soul I cannot reach
a heart I cannot seize
a bond I cannot break
On a Love I cannot love
wholly

I won’t say I’m waiting
but I am waiting
All good things in time
Come and find me
whenever you are ready
but I have to go right now

Run and don’t look back
I’m already on my way
still I will be waiting
Underneath the sun,
on the dark side of the moon,
in the brightest star

I belong to you
all good things in time
but not right now

-MS

Curiosity Killed the Cat, So They Say… (8.14.12/Poem 7)

Curiosity Killed the Cat, So They Say…

Curiosity Killed the Cat—

      What does this really mean?


Did Curiosity seep into his mind

And poison his sweetest dreams?


Did Curiosity tie him up

And make him scream his name?


Did Curiosity ease him along

And watch him burn in flames?


Or did Curiosity take the wheel

And drive the cat insane?


What if the cat was a martyr

And made sound judgment calls?


Should we be blaming Curiosity

For giving the cat some balls?


Consider that the Cat

Had a mission at his paws!?


You know, I think I like the cat.

A kitty for the cause.


I know!


 I think I’ll praise the cat.

For you – THE CAT – Applause!

-MS

How Fiction Works (7.31.12/Poem 6)

Reason2Rhyme Poetry Prompt – “Book Spine Poem”

Prompt can be found at: Karen B Nelson

Rules: Create a Book Spine Poem by layering titles to make a meaningful statement.  These can be books you own, or notice at your local bookstore or online.  (Photo is optional, but it’s nice to at least give credit to the authors’ works and their contribution to your poem.)

I found this idea so inspiring, interesting, & fun! Here’s my photo & poem:

How fiction works:

Invisible man playing in the dark

Kicking tongues just above my head–

The art of the story!

Book List:

How Fiction Works by James Wood

Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

Playing in the Dark by Toni Morrison

Kicking Tongues by Karen King-Aribisala

Just Above My Head by James Baldwin

The Art of the Story by Daniel Halpern

Enjoyed this mini project/poem!

 

*My poem was the featured poem of the week, very cool! Click here to read the post*

-MS

The Other Woman (6.20.12/Poem 4)

The Other Woman

The world is upside down,

my cynical side is showing,

and positivity is positively

exhausting.

Crushed hard by gravity,

craving depravity,

I just want to

be a dirty girl

love bad man

have wild sex

eat greasy food

cut school

skip work

smoke a lot of weed

live a champagne life

party all night

get drunk

Black Out

never think about what happened

and do it all over again,

conveniently forgetting

 to feel guilty

about any of it.

-MS