You Promised (Do You Remember?)

Do you remember?
The sky was green that evening.
Do you remember
The world was electric that evening?
Do you remember?

And you promised.
You said you’d come and find me.
No matter what happens,
No matter the paths that life takes us,
We’d still love, we’d still care.
You promised.

Do you remember?
The lightning was next to us that night.
Do you remember?
The rain was heavy that night.
Do you remember?

You promised.
You said you’d come and find me.
No matter what happens,
No matter the paths that life takes us,
We’d still love, we’d still care.
You promised.

Do you remember
The sun was white that morning?
Do you remember?
The ground was wet that morning.
Do you remember

That you promised?
You said you’d come and find me.
No matter what happens,
No matter the paths that life takes us,
We’d still love, we’d still care.
You promised.

I remember.
I’d found my best friend that day.
I remember
Life made sense that day.
I remember.

I promised, but
Never mind. I’ll find
Someone like you.

Inspired by Adele's "Someone Like You". 

Post Tech Week

Isn't it strange

How a load off your back
Can actually feel more burdensome?
And that old cliché
Proves itself once again:
You never know how much
You really love something
Until it's gone.
Tech Week is over,
Sleep is returning into daily routine.
You can go home after school
Instead of at 7:30, at the earliest.
No more going over lines,
No more horridly cheesy ending.
But…
No more parties before performances
No more teasing the director
No more family-feel between fellow actors
No more laughs
No more games.
And you never though
You'd miss it this much.
So…when's the next play?

Companion to Tech Week, posted yesterday. Thanks for reading!

Tech Week

For one week, life consists…
Of Tech Week.
Fancy Christmas Dinner to get ready for?
It can wait.
Important testing all week?
Screw it.
Advanced Placements classes?
I'll get back to them.
Two long, convoluted books to read?
I'll get them done before the due date.
This is Tech Week.
Life is Tech Week.
Tech Week is life.
I don't care if you get detention.
I don't care if the scariest teacher
Needs to see you after school
Or if your father just died
And it's the date of his funeral.
Or even if you are at the hospital,
Dying of some fatal disease.
It's Tech Week.
Nothing,
I repeat,
NOTHING
Is more important Tech Week.
…
Is it over yet?

I have experienced this so many times... Thanks for reading!

End of the Semester

Hark! hear the bells
Sweet silver bells
All seem to say
"Throw cares away!
Don't care for school!
Don't care for tests!
Don't care at all!"
Oh, heed the call!

This was an assignment: take lyrics from a favorite Christmas song and write a poem with it.

This Is Just To Say

I have mowed
over the kitten
that was in
the front lawn

and which
you loved
so dearly

Forgive me
there was fur
and blood
the grass is red

Before you judge, this is a parody of "This Is Just To Say" by William Carlos Williams. It was a class assignment and we were supposed to follow the pattern of the poem exactly. I was really annoyed by this and nothing was coming to mind. Suddenly, I had an idea and scribbled it down. Then I sat back, reread my work and cackled. Also, I am a huge cat lover. Just so you know.

Morning

exhausted
    you're doing this
eyes protest
    but you're doing this


nothing but
    shades of black and grey
    cover your vision


close your eyes


    don't think



        essence of nothing






breathe






open your eyes

brilliance of color
green
blue
orange
brown
red
white
yellow

now you're awake
don't resist the smile
you did it

Early one morning I woke up before the sun had risen, walked to a quiet place far away from people, and tried my hand at meditating. It was an amazing experience and, when I got home, I wrote this.

Summer Nights In Iowa

Moon lights up tall corn, which can be seen
for miles. Cicadas sing, making what should be quiet
a loud orchestra. Bright stars shine, never hindered by fake
city lights. Peace.
Home.

This was written for a Creative Writing class. It was inspired by the poem "Night In Iowa" by Deborah Ager. I felt like she didn't represent Iowa accurately so I felt obligated to write this. 

Journey

I have been one acquainted with the fear,
The worry, the uncertainty, the pain--
The pain that can intensely-madly-sear.

I have had thoughts quickly consume the brain.
They gnaw away at my spent and worn soul
With no mercy for the terrible strain.

I have felt the merciless tear and toll
Of that awful grey and opaque unknown
I have wondered if I’ll ever be whole

But then every struggle, I have grown
And at length the healing will always start.
Those young seeds of strength are carefully sown

E’en though confidence has been torn apart.
I have been one acquainted with my heart.

This is very against my usual style of poetry. There’s everything: punctuation, capitalization, a set meter, and rhyming. All of which I’m not particularly a fan of when it comes to poetry. This is, however, one of the few poems that I’ve actually sat down and spent some serious time on. It’s a mimic of Robert Frost’s “Acquainted with the Night”.

Answer To A Prayer

POET:
O thou Heavenly Muse!
Inspire me
I beseech thee
Move my pen to sing praises
Of thee and thine
Or of love
Of trees in autumn
Of birds in the sky
Of heartbreak
Of war
Of tears on pale cheeks
Of the wonders of Heav'n
Earth or Hell
Thy wisdom never faileth
Thy stories be sublime
The poetry I hath created with thy help
And thy grace hath been beautious
Sing! O Heavenly Muse! Sing!

MUSE:
Check back soon for more poem ideas.

I needed one more poem for a Creative Writing assignment. Of course, my mind had gone blank. Therefore, I went to Google for ideas. I clicked on a link that said “Poem Ideas”, needing nothing of any quality. I read through the prompts and at the very end, in the same font and size as everything else, easily mistaken as a prompt, it says “Check back soon for more poem ideas.” Thus this poem was written.