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Money (Acrostic Poem)May it manipulate the minds of many people
On this very earth.
No one is safe
Except those who refuse to
Yield to the power of the dollar bill.
ForgetfulnessIt is a day of forgetfulness.
This morning I forgot to put on a dress!
I forgot to eat a morning snack!
I forgot prepare a lunch to pack!
I forgot to put on my left shoe!
I forgot to how to find Lincoln Avenue!
I forgot to do my homework for school!
I forgot how math was so, not cool!
I forgot that classes ended at two!
I forgot that I need to write a haiku!
I forgot that my parents were not home!
I forgot that I would be alone!
I forgot how to warm my food, but I should!
So I tried to sleep hungry as best as I could.
It is a day of forgetfulness.
I hope tomorrow won't be such a mess!
Unknown TerrainIn the year 2192, scientists created an advanced piece of technology that could easily warp objects from one part of space to another part of space light years away in seconds. Using these “relay points”, new ways to travel across space was discovered and a new world was opened up to space travelers. I was the first to explore one of the new galaxies found in this scientific breakthrough. This is my journey on unknown terrain.
| I | stared out the spaceship window at the rocky planet they named Invenire. A tiny space team was assembled to explore new galaxies scientists discovered with the relay points they created 50 years ago. The president has ordered us to explore one of the planets found in the Spatio Cluster. According to scientists, Invenire has a great chance of containing living organisms. I guess we’ll just wait and see.
“Kaiden, Joseph! We’re landing in ten minutes.”
DecisionsMany choices lay before you.
Each leads to a different path in your future.
Some roads are good.
Some are bad.
Think about where each path will take you.
Will it benefit your future?
Will it lead your life in the wrong direction?
If you choose the wrong path,
Know that you can still always follow the right one.
It is never to late to correct your mistakes.
Just make the right decisions.
An Average DayThe sun's rays introduce the day.
Water cleanses awakens the body.
Food energizes the brain.
And the morning ends.
A student learns the facts for the day.
A mother tends to her newborn child.
A father bears the weights of the work for his job.
A baby enjoys the time at home.
And the afternoon ends.
The family gathers around the dinner table.
Stories and tales of the day's events are passed.
Rest and relaxation are enjoyed for the remaining hours.
The family shuts down and rests for the following day.
And the night ends.
stupid love poems for stupid boys.he was the
smoke in my
saved for when
i'm so lonely
that i cannot
but the problem
with giving your
heart to a boy
with a pack of
for ribs is that
he will want your
well– and after
all that blood and
blue lip kisses,
he will leave you
with a coughing
lighter and a
burnt tongue (but
it's really a great
Soles (Forest Girl)Soles (Forest Girl)
i didn’t believe in carving initials into trees.
i always told you that was corny to me.
i told you i was a city boy,
comfortable in car drafts
and gleaming lights
that dilute natural shine.
to the sight of airplanes,
police cars and helicopters
than anything else.
but you dreamed of wings
so much bigger than aspect ratio,
so much wider.
you were higher.
so that day you took me there,
i knew i was out of my element.
your forest stories teased me;
sitting on the edge of your shoe soles.
and that riverbank that you tiptoed on.
little smirk always flashing your white pearls
when you were whisking through this place.
holding my hand in a tight grip
as you gave me a tour of your hidden burrow.
i had never been so in--
and out of place before.
the atmosphere was brisk
glancing the hairs on my neck,
goosebumps rising on my skin
as i swore feathers fell from your shoulders.
purple streaks nuzzle orange bands
that hold together golden twines
The Cracks Of RealityI traced the tips of my fingers over her porcelain
Felt the skin raise in bumps of sensation.
My mouth fit so well into the crook of her neck
And as her her eyes closed, her breathing shaky,
I found myself swallowing and my heart beating twice as fast.
As her hips rolled into me, as her nails clenched into the sheets,
She told me once more that she loved me, and I assured her I felt the same.
But then reality came, settling into the cracks of my fantasies.
And she slipped from my fingers.
And I was alone.
homesick for childhoodshe was a carefree little girl
with smiles hidden deep down
in her pockets, and she'd only
give them out to the most deserving.
when the quarter hour of her life
struck, however, things changed.
her world was painted black
on accident, millions of shades
turned ashy due to a sickness
that breeds on those empty
spaces between words.
she was dropped into summer
covered in homemade scars,
and with summer, her innocence
was eaten away.
pinned to a bed
like prey, she watched herself
consumed into another
(this world is the 7 a.m. frost
left on winter windows.
and it scares me)
the days spent on the front stepsevery time you rip the lid off
the shell of styrofoam
questions your motives.
every secret you whisper into her naphthalene
stays there. it dies a little
as protein is scrambled. home is not a place.
her curve is ejected
as unidentified. it is bile
rolling back, the sheet of ebbing tide.
you always speak of horses
armoured, whisky clattering on their breath,
kingdoms burning and knights
riding off into the valley of deep sleep
you always speak of ships
leaving, pearly cord
as a farewell extending from coast
to hull forming an image of crying Mary
it shines in front of you
it calls out your name
but he loves meshe says, "sweets, pay attention:
just because he kisses the bruises on your skin,
don't make up for the fact he gives 'em to you."
Neutron StarPoetry alights on my heart like dew.
I wake up on a cloud
and the silver lining is my sun
shooting insight into my star-crossed eyes.
I swallow it with a dose of daydreams:
take as often as needed,
which is often as much as the Milky Way wants,
The cosmic doctor comes to visit
laughs at my insecurities
and cries at my confidence
and spins me around on my axis
until my cloud settles on my skin
where I'm fallen and nestled in bleary morning wildflowers
And the supergiant gone critical
and the moisture sapped from oceans of hope
in my verdant blanket.
I burrow deeper
into waking aether
pluck a quill from a dazzle-bird drifting by,
and sticking a spile into the skyflowers,
I pour my lifeblood ink
onto papyrus laced with whimsy.
untitled.these boys and
lips split, eyes
turning gold in my
i watch them trace
this is where
come from– and as
their road ways, i
e y e l a s h e s
in such a way that
stories fall out of the
when the day is done i'll be goneIn my fingertips is the devil
Daring me to touch what is not to be touched
And I care not, reaching through my own open ribcage
To touch what lies between inflating balloons that are my lungs-
In my ears echo your voice,
Begging me not to reverse the corruption in my heart
And I care not, reaching between my lungs to grasp my heart with my inked fingers
To release the sigil stitched deep into the veins of my heart.
Bioshock Infinite (Acrostic Poem)Bring us the girl and wipe are the debt.
In Columbia, you will find what you are looking for.
On your journey to the girl, the prophet will be watching.
So be careful not to expose yourself.
How will I get to the girl?, you may ask.
On Monument Island, you will find what you are looking for.
Comstock may get in the way, however.
Kill all who stand in your way.
If you are unsuccessful, there will be dire consequences.
New York will drown in a sea of fire.
Forget about your mission, and we will send someone to kill you.
It is up to you alone to save the girl.
Not one obstacle will be easy to overcome.
If you get injured, a door of opportunity will help lead you back to the battlefield.
The lighthouse is getting close.
Elizabeth is waiting, Booker DeWitt.
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