Steps from Normal

So I went to see a play at Gordon College with my AP English pals and others. Before the play started I went into a room filled with photography. While viewing the photos, Stephanie Chin shoved a pen and a CVS receipt down my throat and told me to write a poem about one of the pictures* - I followed the order.

This is the photo I chose, I forgot to copy down the photographer's name
So to avoid being sued, I own no part of this picture

Steps from Normal

Distorted and contorted with changes in
Perspective, the collective walks with
Obsessive thoughts
Without a determined direction

They step along stones not meant for shoes
The risk of infection grows because
The side is filthier than the ground
If spun around they will stay the same

People staring, caring apathetically
They're used to the difference
Because each existence is based
Regrettably where the wind hits

The group does not blow with the currents
Nor pay for insurance
Life is too short to pay for their death
Each step takes them away from their breath

Unclear of purpose, they sleep on the surface
The layout fades with a turn of a head

This is the back of the CVS coupon paper
I must have looked strange scribbling on a receipt,
That's okay

*Please note my exaggeration, Stephanie Chin would never harm me with items from her purse... I hope.

Found Some More Poems

This one is actually brand new, created in Poetic Ramblings on January 9, 2009

Sixth Sense

A child with wings defiling things
Caught from the side of my eye
Tyring to cry the sight is clouded
And misrouted as colors burst from the sky
Where bats circle and trap purple
And claim the color for keeps
Like a net on a face for preventing the case
Of asphyxiation and bruises for weeks

Children with capes are burning the gates
Not malicious, for beauty of flames
And shooting's for games but not in real life
And the steel knife is meant for the same
Pay attention is swaying prevention
Let them learn from mistakes of their own
To smother the young is just cutting the fun
From the killer that lives in your home


These two I just found in my locker..

The People who were Here Before

Laughter laughter from the after
Decades gone, the picture captures
Sights of buttons long and weary
Covering what seems endearing
To us as we are as clothing falls
The people before were in holding stalls

Weeping weeping, prisoners keeping
Click the mouse for new age peeping
Children, victims, memories hazy
Excuses excuses, his family's crazy
A ten year old girl is turned into a whore
Don't' you wish you were here before?


Second Attempt
(I was going to add to this, and I still may but I guess I'll put this version up too)

Strings are calluses
The chalice is for drinking water
Smell the liquid, feel the fumes
Heal the wounds oh Dave the brave
Save from fate, erase the plate
A task too great is a dash too late
The flask of hate creates the place
Reaches out to embrace your face
Dave the slave can you escape
The blissful sight of fluid rape
Splash, splash, splash, hit the dash
The car flips over with you attached
Crash, crash, crash, Carpe Diem
Grab hold of chest, your heart is gem
While your liver begs for mercy and truce
Your "pimp cup" is full of gin and juice


The next two are from last year and they were in Poetic Ramblings Volume 5
But if you didn't get a copy, well at least you can see these

(I forget the title of this one that was put in the poetic ramblings book, so I'll leave it blank)

I have a secret, try to keep it
Goodness gracious do not leak it
You see me in person and the diversion
I've made in order so people won't loiter
And stare at the frightening display of the lightening
From northern heights that border sights
That I create from boredom nights
I'm such a low fill for Buffalo Bill
But the basket's in the lotion and the quotient is the answer
When I was young I was prescribed emotional enhancers
But those hit their limit so I remain timid
As a joker and a smoker, living life as I was in it
But now I'm jazzy, dance around
And there is not a chance for now
For the makeup will remain forever on my face
And I'm never in a place that's better than alone
My mom just called but I forget her on the phone
For I am too preoccupied

Rules (This one may be my favorite)

Life is a tornado
Say no to the play dough
It's bad for the child
Be wild and mold yourself
"Geek out" then speak out
To listeners unconscious
Responses will thrill you
Then kill all of your progress
If God said to hear smoke
Then wouldn't you listen?
Just fear coke and steer slow
And stay out of prison
If Janis Joplin had stopped and
Used these devices
We wouldn't be saddened
By how short her life was
If bottles could shout
And if models could count
Then we wouldn't be feeling
This obvious doubt
We see it and touch it
We're way over budget
In Btown they jump it
In Harlem they clutch it
Don't rush it, just hush it
Will all be resolved when
Our problems dissolve in
A piping hot cauldron
We'll stir it then blur it
All over smeared faces
Then hide it, reside in
All sorts of feared places
And run at weird paces
Away from the crowds
Only 'cause the chase is
A day in the clouds
A memory, a vision
Which one can we trust?
Befriending decision
A lump in the dust
The company just raised
All of their prices
The thing that is nice is
We need their devices
So dollars will wither
As scholars consider
Their theses on species
Of dollars and slither
Into our minds as they
Examine the crave
Ignoring the boring
Famine to save
Countries in need
There's nothing to feed
The news is depressing
Here's something to read

Old Poems

two old poems about the happy things in life..

Cure The Boredom

No riot sounds in quiet towns
No thieves, no noise, just trees and toys
The excitement’s up to us

The endless hunts for friends and blunts
The hol, the mall, it’s really all
We’ve got to entertain

There’s no gain to go sane, try cocaine
It won’t bite, just don’t fight, it’s snow white
Just a little stronger

Stronger than weed, not longer than speed
But the sight of the height makes it right and it’s white
Like most of us pretend we aren’t

Fast cars get rid of boredom, but we can’t afford ‘em
Only kids with rich daddies get caddies, but fatties...
Leave the rolling up to us

We go with the flow, we know and we grow
We do not conform to the storm of the norm
Exhaustion, we’re too cool to sleep

The music defines us, the rubric designs us
Try to sleep quicker, and seep thicker, with cheap liquor
Anything to cure the boredom


This Is Real

Lying, crying, and dying
Definitions we’re defying

Fading, aiding, debating
Destructive dangerous dating

Abusing, bruising, losing
Readily reluctant, refusing

Poor whores need more scores
Stealing stealthily at stores

Ingesting, molesting, infesting
Angry and always arresting

Deep diving, driving, surviving
The thrills they’re constantly thriving

Not admitted, acquitted, he did it
Blew the breathalyzer, his tounge, he bit it

Planet abandoned and stranded
Strictly speaking, I can’t stand it

Deaths, threats, it upsets the rests
But every one eventually forgets

It’s all real.

Poetic Ramblings 12/13/08

Pink

I was dressed in a completely inappropriate shade of pink
I've been made to think that pink is the only color
I must dress to fit in , I sit in piles of light red and
Due to the fright, dread blue jeans and tshirts on my body
No hottie will like me if i dress slightly boyish
Girly is the way, but surely today I feel most out of place in dress
This feeling though esapes the rest, they're dressed in white and black
Despite the lack of boy-like clothes I'm embarassed, I fade and shrink
I'm at a party for black and white in a bright hot shade of pink


Infidelity

When I said I did, well I really didn't
I'll admit it 'till death do us part
I won't lie anymore, I'll no longer sit in
The pile of deceit in my heart
Yes Charlie was lovely, and David was too
Mark's wife had a tear in her dress
As my stilettos rolled over the rip in it grew
Though Mark was not even distressed
These men were amazing, way better than you
Which is perhaps why I went to them then
Then stumbled on home, and you never know
Compared to you they are actually men
You finally found proof, it was about time
Of course I don't wear boxer briefs
This may seem strange because they aren't mine
But I wanted a token for keeps
So now will you divorce me? I've been waiting so long
Do you feel you've been played with and toyed?
Now that you end the marriage, you think you are strong
But the prenuptial agreement is void

Per Stephanie's Request

I created this blog mainly because Stephanie Chin told me to and I guess I am her minion of sorts.

If you like to read poems created in ten minutes that contain rhyme and some kind of meter then stick around.

I hardly ever revise poems which is why they may seem uncontrolled, but that's how I like them.

Please join me in my quest to bring structure back